Most Writers Flinch At The Thought Of

Even One's Own Home Is A Kind Of Anthology Of Advertisers, Manufacturers, Motifs And Presentation Techniques. There's Nothing 'natural' About One's Home These Days. The Furnishings, The Fabrics, The Furniture, The Appliances, The Tv, And All The Electronic Equipment - We're Living Inside Commercials.

I Find Wholly Baffling The Widespread Belief Today That The Dropping Of The Hiroshima And Nagasaki Bombs Was An Immoral Act, Even Possibly A War Crime To Rank With Nazi Genocide.

A Car Crash Harnesses Elements Of Eroticism, Aggression, Desire, Speed, Drama, Kinesthetic Factors, The Stylizing Of Motion, Consumer Goods, Status - All These In One Event. I Myself See The Car Crash As A Tremendous Sexual Event Really: A Liberation Of Human And Machine Libido (if There Is Such A Thing).

The Surrealists, And The Modern Movement In Painting As A Whole, Seemed To Offer A Key To The Strange Postwar World With Its Threat Of Nuclear War. The Dislocations And Ambiguities, In Cubism And Abstract Art As Well As The Surrealists, Reminded Me Of My Childhood In Shanghai.

Across The Communication Landscape Move The Specters Of Sinister Technologies And The Dreams That Money Can Buy.