In Playboy, our time’s Vulgate of the congregation of the unwashed, we read a month’s sermon by one Exene, a female rock particle:
I don’t believe in anything that’s morally right. My friend the poet Lydia Lunch said she believes in beauty, truth and filth. That about says it all.
Our friend, Suzy Snack, a painter, told us that she’s familiar with poet Lunch’s theories. She’s busy with searching for the visual synthesis of beauty, truth, and human secretions on canvas. She hopes Playboy will publish her findings.