Full Stop recommends some love and war.
Full Stop recommends two big ballads, a sex cult, and getting out of your head.
There is no ideal world for a person that pre-exists one's participation in creating it. But here’s what Ralph and I can do: hurl our fumbling selves against the world. Smash it up real good.
We need to speak the name of terrible things occasionally, to touch these things with our imaginations, in order to be reminded that the euphemisms we use are not the thing itself.
If given my druthers, everything I write would be some B horror movie "Swiss Family Robinson" situation. That just seems to be where I live, narratively.
Art is about play and about transcendent meanings, not reducible to politics.