 “let’s start a magazine
to hell with literature we want something redblooded lousy with pure reeking with stark and fearlessly obscene but really clean get what I mean let’s not spoil it let’s make it serious something authentic and delirious you know something genuine like a mark in a toilet graced with guts and gutted with grace” squeeze your nuts and open your face —E. E. Cummings, No Thanks (1935) |