Deadly Ivy     |   home Minority Report   |   bog   |   the rise and fall and subsequent resurrection of David Bowie   |   hippies   |   story   |   mug   |   s.a.   |   allen   |   the case against books by girls s.a. I have personally seen enough films and lithographs and read enough books and flowing Shakespearian sonnets to know, and quite intuitively, when a thing is beautiful. The soul's perception of a super-consciously elegant thing is so awesome that it floods the unknown regions of the human psyche and rushes through its protective super-ego: When the spirit senses Godliness in the endshoots of Allen's Celebrity, in the striking last sentence of 1984, in a performance of Antonio Vivaldi's "Gloria" - while reading Hamlet or Proust - the sensation is so great that the spirit shrieks out its appreciation, and my body blushes. This is good art: I laugh at the Bhagavadgita and at Mister Salvidor Dali.