There is a street art explosion in America today of unprecedented proportions. A few years ago a person seeking out street art would have had a long search with lean rewards. Since 1970, the situation has changed dramatically.

A hundred yards or so away the throaty beat of a didgeridoo drifted down from some ancient corroboree, a splendid accompaniment to the music of the night

Though the details of their cosmologies are different, the similarity of the themes between the Gurdjieffian and Sitchinesque models of the history of the solar system makes one wonder about a common mythic-archetypal origin.

Like many of the refugees, she never lost a certain Weimarian nervousness about the possibility of an American fascism […]