I said in a column that the program to wipe out artists
in
and moved to
I called the people who won fine arts grants defanged artists.
Lapdogs, with no teeth. Almost winning a grant had scared me.
What if I had won? I couldn’t say that no one ever helped me.
I would be giving up my right to say that for $2,500. I had my price,
but it wasn’t that low. I quit applying. I quit applying to the NEA, too.
Those grants go to Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe.
Good for them. I am better off here in Point and Shoot,
in my wife’s old home place. Never having to leave
my basement. I am a troll. A troglodyte.
Too late the misanthrope.
A day late and
a dollar short.