In My Stiff, Brocaded Gown. With My

Art Is The Desire Of A Man To Express Himself, To Record The Reactions Of His Personality To The World He Lives In.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.

I Know That A Creed Is The Shell Of A Lie.

This Is America, This Vast, Confused Beauty, This Staring, Restless Speed Of Loveliness, Mighty, Overwhelming, Crude, Of All Forms, Making Grandeur Out Of Profusion, Afraid Of No Incongruities, Sublime In Its Audacity, Bizarre Breaker Of Moulds.