March 1, 2007
I've got a brand new theEEED!EEED!EED!EEED!EEED!sis. In my estimation, the best environment for writing, paintANGANGANGANGANGing, composing and so on--such infernal noise!--is silence. The modern world has far too much noise for good KACHUNK!KACHINK!KACHUNK!KACHINK! art rooted in contemplation to emerge freeEE!NAW!EE!NAW!EE!NAW!ly. Are they tearing up the sidewalk again? Again?? Thus it should come as no surprise that, as an example, BANG!BANG! today's writers--the Pynchons and the RothsSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssss and the rest--can't hold a candle to the makers of fifPSH!PSH!PSH!PSH!ty years ago, guys like Hemingway and FaulkKIKIKIKIKner. Where was I? Anyway, that's my thesis. I don't have any proof.