Yet Another Screaming Jew: "Why can't they fit me in, a man of my talents?"

From Rocket to the Moon by Clifford Odets.

"Critics have used the phrase 'machine-gun bullets' to describe Odets' dialogue. His own image of 'bullets splattering inside my head' is strikingly similar to O'Neill's 'radical' poem published in The Masses in 1917, where he likens his soul to a submarine whose "aspirations and torpedoes" with targets outside himself: namely, the obese and grimy 'galleons of commerce.' O'Neill lurks 'menacingly in green depths' of the sea to obliterate these 'dull, heavy-laden merchant ships.'  Again a violent and anti-mercantile world-view, an artist's personal integration of his old rage with a generational ideology." Margaret Brenman-Gibson, Clifford Odets: American Playwright--The Years from 1906 to 1940.

Note the phrase "bullets splatting inside my head" which, according to the psychoanalyst Margaret Brenman -Gibson, is a metaphor for the intrapsychic conflict of the artist.  The phrase is similar to one I have used in many letters: "Real guns, real bullets, real brain tissue."

An artwork containing mock 37-cent stamps showing President George W. Bush with a revolver pointed at his head was part of an exhibit at Columbia College's Glass Curtain Gallery titled "Axis of Evil, the Secret History of Sin" Tuesday, April, 12, 2005 in Chicago. The exhibit captured the attention of the U.S. Secret Service who sent agents to inspect the works according to gallery officials. 

I wonder if the U.S. Secret Service was aware of the imagery of this artwork as it symbolizes the intrapsychic conflicts of the artist.