Music Is A Savage Art, A Measured

There Is No Trajectory So Pathetic As That Of An Artist In Decline.

We Are Befouling And Destroying Our Own Home, We Are Committing A Slow But Accelerating Race Suicide And Life Murder - Planetary Biocide. Now There Is A Mighty Theme For A Mighty Book But A Challenge To Which No Modern Novelist Or Poet Has Yet Responded. Where Is Our Melville, Our Milton, Our Thomas Mann When We Need Him Most?

The World Exists For Its Own Sake, Not For Ours. Swallow *that* Pill!

Despair Leads To Boredom, Electronic Games, Computer Hacking, Poetry And Other Bad Habits.

To The Question: Wilderness, Who Needs It? Doc Would Say: Because We Like The Taste Of Freedom, Comrades. Because We Like The Smell Of Danger. But, Thought Hayduke, What About The Smell Of Fear, Dad?