(A Remix of Arthur Rimbaud’s A Season in Hell)
And while waiting a few small infamies in arrears, I heretofore engage in the reportage of the everyday life in the nation’s capital… the power center of the World. I seek to transform this space and its machinations… its fantasies, its deceptions. What I would not dare as the Secretary, I no longer hesitate as the Secretary-at-Large, following the artistic process and the narrative thread wherever it may lead.
Onward and downward. Please join me for these next four years, I guarantee it will be quite a ride… never a dull moment… as we descend far from reality… you who love the absence of the instructive or descriptive faculty in an artist, for you let me upload these few, hideous pages from my notebook on the aesthetic edge.