...a deathly serenade...

for Franz, and from this friendship saw
intellectualism as that which elucidates much, but
that his feelings, particularly as an Artist
"conflicted" this approach to life. In private
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA correspondence between us, Franz often referred
to The Professor as his "mentor" and that he acted
sometimes as his "intellectual conscious" he joked.
Franz' system for gathering information was
always unclear, but from the first line of his essay
entitled: The Allure of Pragmatism, published in the
New Yorker, Franz sheds some light on this issue
and quoted a conversation with The Professor's
and his book. Here is an excerpt: "Just as Albert
Camus' mentioned in, The Myth of Sisyphus, the
true philosophical problem we humans have is that
of: 'Judging whether life is or not worth living…'
which I fundamentally agree with, but add that the
buck stops at a hundred percent belief in the
notion of evolution, for me. I am not here to
divulge publicly my love for a particular political or
philosophical affliction or offer my services to the
concoction of modern day Religion, which we all
know is in dire straights, and is need for what I can
say I believe in, an honest slap in the face. Please
the need to slap the truth into existence is more
and more apparent. Of course it is I who has been
classed as a madman, a poet and a provocateur in
equal measure know that society needs something.
I don't write this to provide any type of self. I don't
write this to seduce you with self help plans, (you
can read other writers for that seduction) that make
you want for more self help from somebody else
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