There's so much crap out there today because every artist thinks "how can I make money out of this?" If that doesn't destroy the endeavour straight up the long game of selling out surely will.
This one is a lot to take in, but it is breathtaking. I thought it was strange when I dreamt about having a chat with Walt Whitman. A hundred Ginsbergs howling in Macy’s window in a dream in the Sixties, whoa. Kerouac squared. Thoughts?
There's so much crap out there today because every artist thinks "how can I make money out of this?" If that doesn't destroy the endeavour straight up the long game of selling out surely will.
This one is a lot to take in, but it is breathtaking. I thought it was strange when I dreamt about having a chat with Walt Whitman. A hundred Ginsbergs howling in Macy’s window in a dream in the Sixties, whoa. Kerouac squared. Thoughts?