Unhappy The Land That Is In Need

No One Can Be Good For Long If Goodness Is Not In Demand.

Firebugs Dragging Their Gasoline Bottles Are Approaching The Academy Of Arts, With A Grin. And So, Instead Of Embracing Them, Let Us Demand The Freedom Of The Elbow To Knock The Bottles Out Of Their Filthy Hands. Even The Most Blockheaded Bureaucrat, Provided He Loves Peace, Is A Greater Lover Of The Arts Than Any So-called Art-lover Who Loves The Arts Of War.

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.

What Kind Of Times Are They, When A Talk About Trees Is Almost A Crime Because It Implies Silence About So Many Horrors?

Oh Why Do We Not Say The Important Things, It Would Be So Easy, And We Are Damned Because We Do Not.