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Reality is always bigger than the event.
But look at this ingenious elevation of the part!
The event bigger than reality is the soul of our propaganda and our art.
Plato was right. Both the greatest fiction and propaganda induce the bitter tear.
Today this hoax has been awarded hoax of the year.
If we can admit we've been fooled, all of upper Manhattan
will never be paranoid again. That's never going to happen.
No one knows what we're talking about. We hum.
We feel good. We worry. We choose our gum.
The propaganda of anecdote and emotion is the same old trick.
Make marvelously indignant a certain kind of wrong.
This year it is Sex Workers of the World Unite.
This cherished actress is both wronged and wrong,
the epitome of my lyrics made legitimate by your lavish song.
If we work together, we can make any lie stand!
All we need is set, costume, and propaganda,
and every audience member who loved art in the lobby of their childhood
will now, in this moment, give us a big hand.
I'm sorry to apply my art to art
and be philosophical and stern in this way.
I spoiled the fun, the illusion,
the fog---which pushed darkly into
what was already intricate, billowing,
harrowing, lovely, sublime, dark, grey.
