I was with Allen the other day and we took in a show. He's a poet of sorts, an interesting guy, who likes to get around. He says things and when I challenge him he gets very romantic about objects. Going on and on with very big words he declared the inherent animism of material speaks to the hand of the artist - consuming him as he consumes it. I asked him to prove it. We went downtown to see a nice show of butter sculptures. Allen asked to whom these objects might belong and the door bunny said the fat man. I asked her why he's the fat man and she told me he can't stop licking his fingers. Allen's got a keen sense.
