She argued against the one-dimensional. Object-making as an extension of capitalism. She argued against politics. She argued against the one. She argued against blonde hair. She argued against football on television. She argued against women who exploited their husbands. She argued against cities, destruction and pain. She argued against insanity and liquor. She argued against drugs and distortion, against armies and abortion. She said, rain is make believe, only the dry, dry taste of dust is real.

She argued against. She argued. She argued against the wasted life. She argued against what was expected for dinner. She argued against what was expected. She argued against seduction and hungry children. She argued against. She argued bad odds and shitty lives. She argued against deception and theatre. She argued against steel elevators and university professors. She argued against homes in the suburbs. She argued against jacuzzies and condos and California living. She argued against back roads, petty politics, and art coalitions. She argued against government funding and bad press. She argued against the rain which only pretended to be wet.

She asked for love, for soup tureens and tea. She asked for comfortable chairs and strong coffee in the morning. She asked for love more enduring than the rain.