From the liner of Naked Teenage Girls In Outer Space (1985):
Music is the only thing that matters.
We do not care about being popular.
Only idiots yearn for the approval of others.
Only idiots become popular.
We do not care about material things.
Only idiots waste their lives haggling over money.
Only idiots accumulate vast wealth.
Everything human is alien to us.
Worrying about what the neighbors will think is the most despicable kind of cowardice.
We do not heed social dictates.
Only weaklings need rules to give themselves an illusion of security and a false sense of personal worth.
Complacency and unreflective optimism are a kind of intellectual and spiritual death, characteristic of the grinning imbecile.
In a world of lies, the man who utters the truth is bound to appear insane.
John Trubee’s description of the album, stuck to the front cover by a strip …
Blest age! when all men may procure,
The title of a Connoisseur;
When noble and ignoble herd,
Are govern’d by a single word;
Though, like the royal German dames,
It bears an hundred Christian names;
As Genius, Fancy, Judgment, Goût,
Whim, Caprice, Je-ne-scai-quoi, Virtu:
Which appellations all describe
TASTE, and the modern tasteful tribe.
Robert Lloyd, The Cit’s Country Box, 85-94.
All Matter lives, and shews its Maker’s Power;
There’s not a Seed but what contains a Flower:
Tho’ unobserv’d its secret Beauty lies,
Till we are blest with Microscopick Eyes.
When for blue Plumbs our longing Palate calls,
Or scarlet Cherries that adorn the Walls;
With each plump Fruit we swallow down a Tree,
And so destroy whole Groves that else wou’d be
As large and perfect as those Shades we see.
Mary Leapor, The Enquiry, 65-74