Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die

Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die Knowing Something. You Are Not Here Long.

Many Photographers Are Apt To Confuse Color With Noise, And To Congratulate Themselves When They Have Almost Blown You Down With Screeching Hues Alone-a Bebop Of Electric Blues, Furious Reds, And Poison Greens.

Color Tends To Corrupt Photography And Absolute Color Corrupts It Absolutely. Consider The Way Color Film Usually Renders Blue Sky, Green Foliage, Lipstick Red, And The Kiddies' Playsuit. These Are Four Simple Words Which Must Be Whispered: Color Photography Is Vulgar.

When You Say Documentary, You Have To Have A Sophisticated Ear To Receive That Word. It Should Be Documentary Style, Because Documentary Is Police Photography Of A Scene And A Murder ... That's A Real Document. You See, Art Is Really Useless, And A Document Has Use. And Therefore, Art Is Never A Document, But It Can Adopt That Style. I Do It. I'm Called A Documentary Photographer. But That Presupposes A Quite Subtle Knowledge Of This Distinction.

What America Needs Is A Political Revolution.