In my mind this flies, as it were, as a means of propagation. But then there seems to be a dark side, like Picabia, of my inclinations that is drawn to kitsch. I wish I didn't love kitsch so much. Benjamin and others taught me in their writings not to give in. Clement Greenberg would have nothing to do with likes of me. I was reminded by a friend today that my love of Jazz would also see me on Adorno's bad side. What is to be done?
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