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Death seed, blind man's greed
Poets' starving, children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty-first century schizoid man
What more can I add? I was calmly stigmatizing the montypythonesque world around us with a blade of sarcastic satire, until suddenly someone pointed out to me that Monty Python has turned into a dance of death (Everyone I Love is Dead). It's true. I got too close to the heart of darkness, like colonel Kurtz. Maybe I was overly tearing my robes in the forum of my crypt. Maybe I was overwhelmed by the typical decadence of the end of the century. But I don't regret anything. There are times when - like the hero of a Robert Graves short story - a person feels like screaming. What disgusts me most of all is hypocrisy. I'd rather hear a brutal "piss off" from a woman than twisted lines like "honey, why don't you check if you're not in the other room, and stay there, because the room doesn't like to be empty." I'd rather my enemy not make a good impression on others by invoking a friendship that he himself has betrayed. If I pissed someone off with my writing, he probably has something on his conscience. True virtue is not afraid of criticism. I was not the first to use scraps of my life as creative matter. Fish did it (Kayleigh, Incubus); Peter Hammill performed a series of exorcisms over the end of a certain relationship by realizing the album Over, John Lennon gave McCartney a hard time in How do you sleep? ; the aforementioned Fish settled the score with the director of EMI (Tongues) with a song; while Roger Waters ripped out his bitter heart on the album The Pros And Cons Of Hitchhiking (why prolong the agony? Everyone must die!) and critically commented on the work of A. Lloyd Webber in the song It's A Miracle. If I had lived a hundred years earlier and had to deal with a man of honor, I would have chosen guns at dawn instead of a pen. Although it is said that the pen is mightier than the sword....
