The wild frontier was a Davy Crockett lyric, he was the King of The Wild Frontier. Jack Kennedy used frontier as a political metaphor as his New Frontier, the first president to be born in 20th century. And he was Irish Catholic which of course means he was from Boston, Harvard of course. But I was taken with the concept of new frontiers and most especially in outer space, the moon explorations were a Kennedy interest. So I was thinking about being a little boy. I was a good kid albeit mouthy, I was typical Finnlander a real storyteller. My father wanted me to shut up. That was his most ardent desire, he'd say shut up in Norwegian when he was really pissed. I was too happy, too cheerful happiness a sure sign of manias to come. My mom liked my cheerfulness and my happy view of life. Of course things come along and tear down your happy. But given a manic depressive outlook things did go terribly wrong! But somehow this King of The Wild Frontier riff has been in my brain lately. We knew Davy Crockett was very good one of the best things in our lifes then. And existentialism was really so bleak, as if the future was all written in the past. The art school years were easy, it was not much of a challenge. You learn a ton of art history you are full up with isms. But the child in us is a sort of life force , partly memory and partly a mature manefestation of our creativity. We have spent our lives on the Wild Frontier.
In a culture that seems not to want culture. We live in a time when things are out of plumb, lies parade before us asking us to believe them. The emphasis on science and math will give you a different outcome than if you add a little literature and music. The lack of diversity in students class studies works against the imagination. It's as if the schools teach students to hate school. But the future of our civilisation depends on a more educated working class. And the great project of culture it's voice needs to soften the blight. The city is a dark place that's why you find the universities there.