I was at the 1976 Republican Convention in Kansas City. I was running ‘Nobody for President’ at the time. I printed up these press releases and handed them out to the crowd at the Kemper Arena. ‘Nobody keeps campaign promises.’ ‘Nobody lowers your taxes.’ ‘Nobody should have that much power.’ ‘Nobody is in Washington working for you.’
Since my earliest childhood a barb of sorrow has lodged in my heart. As long as it stays I am ironic if it is pulled out I shall die.
Evolution is what it is. The upper classes have always died out; it’s one of the most charming things about them.
It is crucial to be healthy, for pain wipes out the possibility for pleasure, and severe pain removes the possibility of turning to the world outside the body. So we must establish the idea that it is important to look well, not to look young.
I don’t think I’ve ever written a poem whose intention was just to be funny. I’ve written poems that start out funny and often shift into something more serious.
There is a slight problem with being a conceptual artist these days: You won’t get paid. But this levels the field and takes the art of money out of the field of serious art. The only conceptual artists who would conceive of making money on the Internet are a lowbrow species known as hustlers.
But I wish to point out that it is entirely wrong to say that the Chinese are not religious.
I work very hard on the writing, writing and rewriting and trying to weed out the lumber.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live as if there isn’t and to die to find out that there is.
If you want to find out what a writer or a cartoonist really feels, look at his work. That’s enough.