We're Not Our Skin Of Grime, We're

The Rolling Stones Were An Inkling Towards An Appreciation Of The Unity Of Music, Dance And Words. Any Of The Black R&b People Who Had A Stage Show That Involved Dancing, Music And Words Did The Same Thing, Except That I Thought Jagger's Words Were Good, His Music Was Good And His Dancing Was Good. I Spoke To Him About Blake And Tried To Get Him To Sing [william] Blake's The Grey Monk, To Use His Words As Lyrics. He Didn't Do It. In The End, I Did It Myself.

We Love To Be Hurt And We Love To Have Our Unhealing Wounds Opened And Reopened Again: We Sit Staring In The Mirror Of Art, Fascinated By Our Own Deformities.

I Saw You, Walt Whitman, Childless, Lonely Old Grubber,poking Among The Meats In The Refrigerator And Eyeing The Grocery Boys. I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

Ultimately Warhol's Private Moral Reference Was To The Supreme Kitsch Of The Catholic Church.

Things Are Symbols Of Themselves.