There Is No Articulate Resonance. The Common

The Pulp Hero, Though He May Be A Renegade, Is A Guy Who Doesn't Feel. Anything. Ever. And For The Adolescent Male - Pummeled By Emotions Left And Right, Whether Arising From Sexuality Or Resulting From His Necessary Encounters With Authority - This Hero Is A Blessing, A Relief And A Release. The World He Lives In, Where Feelings Are Totally Under Control, Looks To The Adolescent Boy Like Heaven! This Hero's Lack Of Feeling - Like Star Trek's Spock - Is What Allows Him To Be A Genius, Or Allows Him To Shoot The Bad Guys And/or Aliens, Without A Quiver To His Lip.

It's Frightening For One Artist To See Another One, Any Other One Turn Away From Art.

When What Is Is Congruent To What Is Supposed, The Reaction Is Functional And The Mental Processes Competent. When What Is And What Is Supposed Have Nothing To Do With Each Other, The Choice Of Reactions Is Random. Something Tears.

I Suspect Most Of Life Takes Place In The Interstices Of What's Already Been Articulated.

Each Of Us, With Money, Gets Further And Further Away From Those Moments Where The Hand Pulls The Beet Root From The Soil, Shakes The Fish From The Net Into The Basket -- Not To Mention The Way It Separates Us From One Another, So That When Enough Money Comes Between People, They Lie Apart Like Parts Of A Chicken Hacked Up For Stewing.