"I can only accept what the animal Buk says in the unlearning. Too much has been taught. We must be UNTAUGHT. I believe that is why I enjoy the company of slaughterhouse workers, boxers, whores, communists, queers, jockeys, waitresses - their knowledge is SPINAL..."
There is something to be gained from an artist surrounding themselves with other artists. There is a camaraderie. A comfort. In all honesty, it makes me feel a little less weird from time to time. In the end however, i find myself enjoying spending more and more of my time with cooks, raging alcoholics, car mechanics and bar flies. There is something so honest about the people who are lucky enough to escape the confines of their own head. Make do with the 'doing' of life. For the most part I think I adore them out of sheer jealousy alone.