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You almost think it is sex and nothing but sex but one morning you are standing on the train, facing down the long car, every passenger sitting dully, sunlight chewing their passive faces, and the truth hits you. Enthusiasm is easily smashed. The public is diffident and frankly, ugly. Sex must be furtive and secretive and exists mostly in talk and innuendo. Statistically and truthfully sex is a wash of bad poems and broken signs, the hair and skin I cannot stand to look at in the sun. We cannot use the word unfit anymore, (the last to do so was Pound in the 1930s) and wary, America, after Hitler, slowly accepted communism's comfort (everyone's okay!) hiding and ducking from the scrutinizing sun. The sun could blind, but not scrutinize. No one was looking, even though Brian Jones was the one. "Mick only attracts the fellas," Brian cracked on the Mike Douglas show, when the Beatles were tops in 1964, and that was the end of him. Now everyone's a whore.
