Sarah Booth

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Where before he had been a pure Artist saying it properly out of pain and madness and truth, now everybody is willing to listen to his babble when he no longer has anything to say. A name. A name! That’s all they want. And a beard if possible. The American Artist, so far as I know, with the exception of Jeffers and Pound, has always taken the bait. No names come to my mind immediately. But name-calling proves nothing. It happens! They are tricked and trapped, and, finally, though they don’t realize it, they will be thrown away. Because it was their original energy and truth that enticed the ...more
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