This morning as I had my tea I read a bit of a book Carl left on my bookshelf about America in the 60s. In a chapter about Ginsberg, I learned after all this time who Moloch is: a deity whose worship called for the parental sacrifice of children. How could i have read and re-read 'Howl' so many times without knowing this? Time to read it yet again.

What are the best minds of this generation doing?

For those of us who are artists... do we have more of a responsibility on a daily level than practicing to win auditions?

-camille