The only other important thing to be said about Fear & Loathing at this time is that it was fun to write, and that's rare—for me, at least, because I've always considered writing the most hateful kind of work. I suspect it's a bit like fucking, which is only fun for amateurs. Old whores don't do much giggling.
Nothing is fun when you have to do it—over & over, again & again—or else you'll be evicted, and that gets old. So it's a rare goddamn trip for a locked-in, rent-paying writer to get into a gig like that, even in retrospect, was a kinghell, highlife fuckaround from start to finish...and then to actually get paid for writing this kind of manic gibberish seems genuinely weird; like getting paid for kicking Agnew in the balls.
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In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upward-mobile—and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: Not necessarily to Win, but mainly to keep from Losing Completely. We owe that to ourselves and our crippled self-image as something better than a nation of panicked sheep...but we owe it especially to our children, who will have to live with our loss and all its long-term consequences.
Thompson 1979
It is not so much singing as sermonizing; His tragedy perhaps is that the audience is preoccupied with song. So the bearded boys and the lank head girls, all eye shadow and undertaker makeup, applaud the song and miss perhaps the sermons. They are there; They are with it. . . . "The times, they are a-changing", sings Dylan. They are when a poet and not a pop singer fills a hall (Pennebaker 1967).
Torrent: Don't Look Back -- 1967 -- Bob Dylan documentary DVDrip
Tagline: "Yonder stands your orphan with his gun. Crying like a fire in the sun."
