When poets proudly said fuck you in this city, they betrayed its’ sacredness and beauty as a place of hope, as the place to come to purify yourself, scale the heights, face your darkness in this divine and intense light.
Against the elders’ claim any fool can be a drunk, a sex hound, poets screeched drunks and sex hounds have a right and duty to be profane, to lead San Francisco’s youth away from demanding vision, to create heights as selfish and false as skyscrapers to come.
David Vaszko writes with hope and passion, presenting strong opinions about the soulless times we live in.
One of the theories of art is that art is a way for the artist to make sense of a world he feels uncomfortable in. That description fits Mr. Vaszko's purpose in writing.
David does not use a lot of words. He believes most people, writers or not, use too many words.
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