It's like John Lash is writing the Communist Manifesto in his spare time, organising Haight Ashbury in the evenings, negotiating with the transcendental object at the end of time at the weekends and plotting a renaissance of Aum Shinrikyo for our predator intra species (banking) psychopaths at lunch.
One of the few people I wouldn't fuck around with and yet I love the poetry and beauty of his lifelong work. I haven't even data-scraped the basics but you should get The Image.
No seriously......You should get Not In His Image.
