Put On Your Red Shoes, And Dance

It's Almost A Social Grace To Get Into The Art World, And I'm Very Wary Of It. Art Was Good In Berlin In The Late '70s - There Was A Lot More Guts To Art When The Neo-expressionists Were Starting Up; It Was Real Slapdash; It Has Real Heart To It - But It Seems So Cold And Heartless In America. It's A Buyer's Market.

I'm A Phallus In Pigtails, And There's Blood On My Nose, And My Tissue Is Rotting Where The Rats Chew My Bones. And My Eye Sockets Empty, See Nothing But Pain, I Keep Having This Brainstorm About Twelve Times A Day.

But I'm Pretty Good With Collaborative Thinking. I Work Well With Other People.

Of Course, We Found Out Later Syd Barrett Had Mental Problems. But There Was Something So Otherworldly About Him. He Was Hovering, Like, Six Inches Above The Ground.

The Humanists' Replacement For Religion: Work Really Hard And Somehow You'll Either Save Yourself Or You'll Be Immortal. Of Course, That's A Total Joke, And Our Progress Is Nothing. There May Be Progress In Technology But There's No Ethical Progress Whatsoever.