I am completely beholden to the subjective-romantic and have no truck with the objective-classical. This seems to me to be consistent with a radical politics and a philosophical stance which rejects post-modernism completely.
I look forward to the years of squalor, futility, and isolation that will follow post art school, the minimum work for minimum wages, months of frowzy alienation enlivened by brief alcoholic rhapsodies, and from all this i am certain i will be able to glean small sparks of desire and hope, excavating the earth for a pure glimmer of gilded truth.
