Pyle wore a red T-shirt and his B & B Feed & Seed gimme cap.

He looked like the picture on his ID card.

His nervousness left him.

He had a role to play.
He was in character.

It wasn't him, it was Black McGoon.

It was Irascible "Razz" Heap, compare Incredible Hulk.

It was Art "Home" Brew, compare art brut.

Art brut translates crazy-person art.

Outsider art. Naïve, or primitive art.

As Blaster Al says I would write rapidly using a variety of pseudonyms and not make a dime.

My pulp-ghetto ideal.

Q: How do you expect to make a dime when you give it away?

A: Round-aboutly.

What goes around, comes around.

The more you empty out, the more you fill back up.

Marcel Mauss. Essai sur le don.

Henry Hyde wrote a book called The Gift.

Q: I read that. A long time ago.

A: The subtitle is Imagination and the Erotic Life of Property.

It's like hole flow in transistors.

The gifts travel in one direction, the obligation to reciprocate travels in the other. Like electrons and holes.

It's about exchange. Not giving in isolation.

You give in expectation of being gifted by someone, somewhere, in return. You believe in the process.

It's a way of life. A view of the world. Of how the universe operates. The laws governing it.

Imagination and the erotic are closely associated.

Grace is from gratis. Free.

The man of charisma has no institutional position. Charisma translates grace.

The artist is charismatic, in that sense. Powerless. Without power.

He has no leverage in exchange.

To expect gain is to misunderstand how things work.

To want leverage is a misunderstanding.

One wants parity. A level playing field.

All the artist wants is a level playing field.

But the cards are stacked against him.

He can't compete.

He might as well opt out.

In Rhino Ranch a character has a husband with a foot-long dick

But Eros had a small penis.