Working in the NY art world is similar to trench warfare. Under constant fire, I operate in a small space.
In “The Undercover Hemingway”, Ernest tells his young assistant that no writer worth his salt can have a day job. Work allows no time for artistic creation.
I escape the rat race with my little hemlock, renouncing marriage in order to write my epics. I too am concerned with the work to sex ratio.
Writers are better off horny. Reich confessed that he stopped orgone treatments before writing his love poems. Seeing fascism as a coitus interuptus Reich, through his use of orgone, returns the sexual energy needed for completion of the act.
Papa was drunk before he ever sat down to write. My favorite film clip of him shows him running down the streets of Seville with a bull on his ass. The old man had a grin on his face. Papa hated John Wayne, calling him a “Hig” [editor’s note: “hooligan in government”]. Wayne was ratting out people to Hoover drawing J. Edgar’s attention to Brecht.
I look down and I see no penis. What’s wrong with me? I run to momma and she explains. Perversely, she allowed me to watch her with daddy. Naturally I became interested in Daddy and that is when mother took me to see Freud. I confessed to him my innermost desires and he assured me that with 30 years of counseling I would be cured. My father was outraged. “Take him down to Willi’s. He’ll pound it out through life force!”
Freud writes in his journal, “It was an obvious case of oedipal feelings toward the mother. The girl needed her own experiences and he referred the girl to Ferenczi.”
The splendors of the penis, a gift from God and his Freudian cultists. While in argument with their God, was it any wonder that the Jews wore out their welcome with the silent and stern Christians?
Germany was born of the Crusades. In the front against the non-Christian matriarchal tribes of the Ural, the Germans spread Christianity into Poland before bogging down in December. The Jews laughed as the Germans froze. Poland’s partisans were wearing thermal underwear shipped in by their American cousins.
Why was Philip Johnson ashamed of his gay lover, but not of his service in the Third Reich, traveling with German troops as they burned Warsaw? It was fabulous, the green and grey uniforms were so manly. Phil left his post at the Rockefeller controlled MOMA to begin his political career writing for Huey Long and Father Coughlin, the radio priest. Father Coughlin interpreted Joseph Goebbels for an American public long victimized by the Jews of Wall Street. With his phone company stock Philip led a life dreaming monumental visions of state paradise.
