A man on whom the sun has gone down.
Either the most overlooked artist of the 20th century or perhaps durliberate-ly ignored.
Fluent in a handful of languages, a bohemian, a young buck prodigy
with too much sense and too much energy
angry, outspoken and, ultimately, locked up.
One who can see through the beclouded words, false laws and hidden agendas: the antennae of the people: the artist.
A man determined, through the use of his words, to make concepts click.
A well-trained mercenary, aiming high. Click.
And in economics, the man who figured out the banker’s sleight of the hand. Taking on Finance, Law and Government – even from behind bars.
Beauty is so rare a thing …
So few drink of my fountain.
So much barren regret!
So many hours wasted!
EP refined poetry, refined the works of Joyce, Hemingway, Frost and taunted and prodded McLuhan into shape. He brought back works from the Far East, and resurrected works from Provincial France and Anglo-Saxony. He taught us literature, politics and economics and taught us kulchur – made us be original. He did all that but got nuttin but trouble.
From the depths of the past he catapulted an important message:
MAKE IT NEW
Whatever you do, make it new.