Wow, and blown over Chinese cemetry flowers in a San Francisco hill being hammered by potatopodge fog on a March night I’d say nobody there but the rubber cat-
Anybody doesnt like these pitchers don’t like potry, see? Anybody dont like potry go home see Television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses.
Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the tragic poets of the world.
– Jack Kerouac, introduction to The Americans