Sickness and guilt must be cast off. Guilt is a luxury. Being sickened is meaningless. Many clues to McClure's aims as poet lie buried in his prose pieces, most of them gathered in Meat Science Essays. These remain one of the crucial documents of the early 'sixties.
Revolt pushes to life - it is the degree farthest from death.
Stones do not revolt. There are no answers. Acts and violence with cause are sweet destruction. And the sadness that there must be any death. There is no plan to follow.