A mental disease has swept the planet: banalization.... Presented with the alternative of love or a garbage disposal unit, young p...eople of all countries have chosen the garbage disposal unit.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Young people everywhere have been allowed to choose between love and a garbage disposal unit. Everywhere they have chosen the garb...age disposal unit.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
History is not what you thought. It is what you can remember. All other history defeats itself. In Beverly Hills ... they don...'t throw their garbage away. They make it into television shows. Idealism is the despot of thought, just as politics is the despot of will.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If we consider the superiority of the human species, the size of its brain, its powers of thinking, language and organization, we ...can say this: were there the slightest possibility that another rival or superior species might appear, on earth or elsewhere, man would use every means at his disposal to destroy it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The lowest form of popular culture--lack of information, misinformation, disinformation, and a contempt for the truth or the reali...ty of most people's lives--has overrun real journalism. Today, ordinary Americans are being stuffed with garbage.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Kitchens were different then, too--not only what came out of them, but their smells and sounds. A hot pie cooling smells different... from a frozen pie thawing. Oilcloth and linoleum and apples in an open bowl and ruffled rubber aprons make a different aromatic mix from Formica and ceramic tile and mangoes in an acrylic fruit ripener and plastic-coated aprons printed with "Who invited all these tacky people?" And the kitchen sounds. I am not sure that today's kitchen is noisier. But the noises are different. Today you get the song of the food processor and the blender, the intermittent hum of the reefer and the freezer, the buzz-slosh-and-grunt of the dishwasher, the violently audible digestive processes of the waste disposal in the sink. Then it was the whir and clatter of the hand-powered eggbeater, the thunk-thunk-thunk of somebody mashing potatoes, or, in green-pea season, the crisp pop of pea pod and the rattle-rattle-rattle of peas into the pan.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But could a dream send up through onion fumes Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes... And yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall, Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms Even if we were willing to let it in,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And true, they are hurling spittle, rock, Garbage and fruit in Little Rock.... And I saw coiling storm a-writhe On bright madonnas. And a scythe Of men harassing brownish girls.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »