Funk, I Don't Think I Have Anything

My Work Is Really The Accumulation Of These Different Moods That I've Had Throughout My Life And Where They've Taken Me. I Start Looking Back, And I Think, I've Actually Created A Life Out Of All This, Out Of These Changes Of Mood. They've Pushed Me Through All These Years, And I Seem To Have A Semblance Of A Life, And If I Look Very Carefully, I Can See Some Thematic Design To It. There's Some Continuity.

I Think I Quite Desperately Wanted To Have That Kind Of Special Companionship [like Marriage ] . . . A Special Relationship, Yet I Hid From It For Many, Many Years And Pretended To Be Cynical About It.

Visions Of Swastikas In My Head, Plans For Everyone. It's In The Whites Of My Eyes.

I Would Like To Believe That People Knew What They Were Fighting For And Why They Wanted A Revolution, And Exactly What It Was Within That They Didn't Like.

I Don't Like Talk And I Don't Like Talkers. Like Ma Barker. That's What She Always Said, 'ma Barker Doesn't Like Talk And She Doesn't Like Talkers.' She Just Sat There With Her Gun.