The President Speaks: Art and the government

I want to thank everybody for inviting me here this evening. I have always loved art and am very aware of the influence it has upon people.

I am also aware of the arguments art raises in society. What qualfies as art I do not know. Like so many Americans I feel I know art when I see it. Also, like so many Americans I am concerned about who decides what is art and what role the federal government has in subsidizing art and artists.

If we allow artists to determine what art is, anything passes as art. If we allow traditionalists to determine what it is, hardly anything contemporary will pass as art.

What every one agrees upon is that art can be very powerful. It can change opinions. It can change habits. It can be mainly a diversion – which might be good for busy people, but bad for someone who needs to be focused.

What I hope everyone can agree on is the right of every American to create, buy, look at and talk about any art that they want to. But this is not the case, even without government funding.

Yet is is government funding for the arts that is the reason you invited me to speak tonight. What is the federal government’s role?

The federal government must support art. It must support art because art forces people to feel. Unfortunately, our society is destroying people’s ability and desire to feel.

When people talk about things the government should do to improve the lives of Americans, it is usually health care, raising the minimum wage and funding more education that people mention. Nobody mentions emotions.

We are at an emotional weak point. I know the government should subsidize art programs in public shools and on public television. Our country desperately needs to feel more and deeper feelings.

What should be subsidized? Art created more than fifty years ago. I say this because contemporary art forms are thriving – movies and rap are examples of this. We do not need more of these.

We need to study art from the ancient world and from America’s past which seem so distant. They seem distant because we are distant from history, our past, each other and powerful troubling feelings that challenge us to be silent and motionless.

We need to stir and stew, marvel, ponder and think about what we are seeing, reading and listening to. When we can have a dialogue with ourselves rather than a monologue, we will need others to have a dialogue with.

Now we usually avoid one another. When we speak it is usually a monologue. We are not interested in hearing what someone feels or thinks.

What government subsidy of old and ancient art is implying is that there are other points of view that need to be experienced, if for no other reason than to appreciate the comfort, convenience and casualness of our times.

However our comfort, convenience and casualness make us soft. But the antidote to softness is not a continuation of the reckless speed with which we live and work to make ourselves decadent.

We need to slow down. We need to rejuvenate ourselves. We need people under 25 to be exposed to and challenged by the past so they can revitalize Americans to seek something vastly greater than hedonism, an unusable number of things and an unspendable amount of money.

What will result from this I won’t speculaate. I know though that there is much to be learned from the past.

There are the short simple profound awkward stories at the beginning of the Bible. There is the stillness and fluidity of a sculpture of Buddha and Aftrican busts. There is the eloquence of a song by the European composers. There is the cacophony of color in primitive and peasant art.

America desperately needs more color. One time driving across Washington I saw a word on an underpass sprayed in pink and white. It said TENSE.

The work was quite attractive, very troubling and very accurate. We are indeed tense. Like all great art, this work had tension. The viewer felt this tension – this oasis of art surrounded by tons of ugly concrete.

Obviously the government cannot subsidize art like this because it is illegal. But what is admirable about these type of artists is they take a risk. They might get shot or arrested.

Another thing admirable about these artists is that they work for free. They do not ask for a government subsidy.

They are truly independent spirits, the kind of people America needs to shake us. So artists must ask themselves if they want to be free, if they want to be rebellious.

Are you willing to risk getting fired, going to jail, being laughed at, being unable to marry and have children because you cannot afford to?

Are you willing to have to resort to giving your unsold paintings to friends, to playing music by yourself in the kitchen because you do not have the strength to join a band and travel, to rereading your poems that seldom get published because there are too many poets?

Art is not a way of life in America. Artists must accept their rejection and try not to be bitter as they vow to create better work.

I have faith in art.

Rather than subsidize artists, I seek to help them in two ways. First, a four year college degree will be paid for by the federal government. This will allow young people, as well as older people who desire an education, to expose themselves to the ideas that have shaped the world.

Second, my administration is seeking a government subsidized health plan. Such a plan will allow people to be insured no matter where they work. This will allow artists to seek a job that will best allow them to create their art.

Art is a wonderful thing and a demanding thing. America needs more art.

More importantly, America needs more proud artists willing to pay the price, to set an example for America to turn from its softness.

Thank you.

Copyright © 2025 by David Vaszko

The con men

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.

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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.

Copyright © 2025 by David Vaszko

Friday, January 5

Dear Jim,

Tomorrow is the Epiphany. Remember the parish with that name in the southeastern part of The City? The weather was just as bad as where we lived, but there was no view of the ocean.

We had it good, even though the hot shits in the sunny, cultured, and bad neighborhoods looked down upon the foggy avenues and their wimpy unenlightened residents. We were lucky to have Golden Gate Park and the beach to wander in and along as our oasis’s from the times that were difficult for us.

I´ve been thinking about San Francisco a lot since looking at that book at Sis II´s and standing on the Embarcadero for an hour looking to Oakland. I am torn between my desire to visit The City to walk along the bay, and my repulsion at the ugliness and soullessness of the most vibrant part of the city – South of Market. I will be doing most of my walking there.

Since I´ve been listening to You Tube a lot, I decided to see what famous San Franciscans were saying about today´s San Franisco. There were a few lectures by the grassroots lobbyist about your age. But they were about expensive rents. I wanted to hear about the arts and different cultures.

So I typed in the name of San Francisco´s businessman/poet to see if there were lectures by him. The one that caught my eye was not about San Francisco, but was a speech he gave at UCLA in 1969. It was over an hour. The problem was that it wasn´t a speech but a poetry reading.

It was dreadful. I thought he would read for five minutes then start lecturing. After ten minutes I said, ¨Oh my God,¨ then forwarded to the 20 minute point, but he was still reading his diatribe about Nixon.

He isn´t a natural reader. He did not practice his delivery or memorize his poem. It was juvenile. Everyone in the audience thought it was great.

After I zapped off his reading, I tried to find something current by him. There was an excerpt from a TV news broadcast which talked about one of his recent birthdays. He complained about the price of rent and how hard it is for creative people to afford to live in San Francisco.

But some people disagreed. They said he was just an old fart complaining about changes he did not like, just like old farts have always done. Someone else said that the techies who priced other people out of San Francisco have brought a new type of creativity to The City. The beatniks were then, the techies are now.

That got me thinking. Of course I am disgusted that San Francisco is so expensive. I cannot live there. I would love to live there for two years after I retire, but I won´t be able to.

I complain all the time about the ugly skyscrapers South of Market, just like I have complained all my life about the beatniks and hippies. The self-proclaimed enlightened ones who wrote poetry in North Beach usually wrote shitty poetry.

The self-proclaimed revitalizers of South of Market usually create incredibly ugly and dispiriting buildings. But it takes a lot of skill to get through architecture school, then pass the board. It does not take skill to say fuck the president and fuck Western Civilization. Even worse – it´s a lie to call it poetry.

I hated the beatniks and I hate the architects and engineers who created an architectural nightmare South of Market. I don´t hate techies. I would love to know code and networking. I love talking to techies about their work, but I´m not interested in talking to poets about theirs because it is not very good and any idiot could do it.

One time in the 70´s or early 80´s I was complaining about the new architecture in The City. A hippie said he could remember all the neat buildings from the 60´s that were torn down for ugly new stuff, but he did not understand that our great aunt and great uncle felt that the hippies had destroyed charming old San Francisco.

The famous poet and the people on The Left don´t understand that the lousy juvenile poetry in North Beach happened before the Bank of America building began the Manhattanization of San Francisco. One can argue that the beatniks set the precedent for horseshit, then the land developers jumped at the chance to create their own crap.

I´m all wound up as mom used to say. So I´ll keep going. The beatniks initiated the disrespect for authority and Western Civilization that became common with the hippies. Neither group believed in truth or beauty, just like the developers downtown do not believe in creating buildings that are magical.

I´ll use a word I used to use all the time – phony. The beatniks were phony.

Remember when I got back from Kansas and we went to the U. S. Cafe for dinner? It was crowded so we shared a table with a couple ten years younger than mom and dad. The perfect beatnik age.

You said to them, ¨Dave just got back from Kansas.¨ The arrogant asshole said, ¨What´s in Kansas?¨ That hurt my feelings. I loved Kansas.

I´ll never forget that day. You loved being with me. You were proud of your kid brother who just got back from the adventure of his life.

Love,

Dave

Copyright © 2021 by David Vaszko