i remember the conversation about the
powerlessness of the artist in society
i know that publishers don't care much
whether people read books just so long
as they buy them
'he's dead,' she said flatly. 'i knew it.'
'well, I dreamed it.'
these detourned images are not only decapitated (authorless)
but, as a cut-up, montaged fragments, they also
metaphorically represent a body in pieces.
'we rise and descend like ghosts,' panted the leaves
in their successive service.
(Jarry, Rumney, Fuller, Raymond, Stracey)
"It at first reduces you," Cage said, "to a nearly total absence of comprehension."
YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE LINE.
LIFE ON SCREEN