“And so, slowly…a vision: collages; bits of trash; bits of vibrant yellow. Garbage culture, and trashy, pornographic wealth. Trickle-down junk theory rotting the clogged and dying American heart. The hideous façade of health and wealth. Everyone a paycheck or two from the streets, from recession and unemployment and doom. The trick-ass-marks and losers of empire, of Colonialism, of this fast-food Fascism. Post-modern pictures and unstable, kinetic words…quivering sub-atomic nuclei…then, finally, critical mass…

Oh yeah…that’s filthy!

And so it all comes back to trash. Take it. Use it. Turn nothing into something. Those throw-away waiting room magazines and throw away fashionistas and throw-away concepts, our disposable lives. Rules and ruination…savagery and smut. I mean, what the hell is there left to do when it’s all become one giant trash heap…what is there left to say?

So we burn it down. Search out some terrible beauty, a death-rattle in the façade and the edifice. Find the switchblade wince and sting of a truth too powerful to deny — the quick slice and stick — and redeem it before the fade and the rot.”