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In contemporary American public culture, the legacy of the consumer revolution of the 1960s is unmistakable. Today, there are few things more beloved of our masses than the figure of the cultural rebel, the defiant individualist resisting the mandates of the machine civilization. Whether he is an athlete decked out in a mowhawk and multiple-pierced ears, a policeman who plays by his own rules, an actor on a motorcycle, a soldier of fortune with explosive bow and arrow, or a rock star in leather jacket and sunglasses, the rebel has become the paramount cliché of our popular entertainment, and the pre-eminent symbol of the system he is supposed to be subverting. In advertising especially, he rules supreme Thomas Frank		Friday Jul 18, 2025
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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. Amy Lawrence Lowell

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Amy Lawrence Lowell

Amy Lawrence Lowell

Amy Lawrence Lowell (February 9, 1874 - May 12, 1925) was an American poet of the imagist school who posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926.

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Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!