When artists make art, they shouldn't question whether it is permissible to do one thing or another.
The decadent international but individualistic capitalism in the hands of which we found ourselves after the war is not a success. It is not intelligent. It is not beautiful. It is not just. It is not virtuous. And it doesn't deliver the goods.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

