Editor’s note: We requested Ralph Steadman grant us an interview. He sent us this reply with a few illustrations, a poem Hunter sent him and a poem of his own:
Hi! David
I am sure it is all for the best! Glad you are still pressing on with things! Your Election next week is looking uglier with each News Programme! UGH!!! Of course you can give Saira Viola my email address – and we can take it from there!? HI! all round!!! Something from better times!!!
Warmest
RALPH
Hunter would have written a Poem like this!>>
I TOLD HIM IT WAS WRONG
By F.X. Leach
Omaha 1968
A filthy young pig
Got tired of his gig
And begged for a transfer
To Texas
Police ran him down
On the outskirts of town
and ripped off his Nuts
With a coathanger.
Everything after that was like
Coming home in a cage
On the back of a train from
New Orleans on a Saturday
Night
With no money and cancer and
A dead girlfriend.
In the end it was no use. He died on his knees
In a barn-
Yard
With all the others watching……
Res Ipsa Loquitor
OK
