“Sissy: You really don’t believe in political solutions do you?
The Chink: I believe in political solutions to political problems. But man’s primary problems aren’t political; they’re philosophical. Until humans can solve their philosophical problems, they’re condemned to solve their political problems over and over and over again. It’s a cruel, repetitious bore.
Sissy: Well, then, what are the philosophical solutions?
The Chink: Ha ha ho ho and hee hee. That’s for you to find out. I’ll say this much and no more: there’s got to be poetry. And magic. At every level. If civilization is ever going to be anything but a grandiose pratfall, anything more than a can of deodorizer in the shithouse of existence, then statesmen are going to have to concern themselves with magic and poetry. Bankers are going to have to concern themselves with magic and poetry. Time magazine is going to have to write about magic and poetry. Factory workers and housewives are going to have to get their lives entangled in magic and poetry.
Sissy: Do you think such a thing can ever happen?
The Chink: If you understood poetry and magic, you’d know that it doesn’t matter.”
–Tom Robbins (Even Cowgirls Get the Blues)
**Note that my 1st edition Tom Robbins books are actually listed in my will along with only one or two other items that I deem valuable. Aside from Vonnegut, I’ve failed to find another fiction writer that can tickle my fancy like Robbins does… One peruse through Still Life With Woodpecker, Jitterbug Perfume, Skinny Legs & All or Half Asleep in Pajamas and it’s hard to deny.