This play dream world is the mirror. Bitching truth with every little symbol and image. Irony all around mocks and steers to a truth. To avoid desire altogether and tune into what actually happens. What dumb truth is that? But truth enough. Unseen and seen, one in the same. Little bits of miracle like a …
Gloves off. Saw them on the road. Philos character puttering and muttering. Dissolving by the roadside while hitting the marks. Being the soaring tail eagle on the coin instead of the head. So many second chances. Strip off the story of Philos. Let the scene do it for you. If she wants to come, she …
See self again. Re-thinking pattern, order, perfection. See again. All he’s been doing for decades is seeing self again. Then it’s stuffed away as the character comes to take its words and play out its half-assed thoughts. But the self will not now be stuffed anywhere. It will charge out like a lamb when provoked, …
Joe vs. the Volcano Cast Away The Terminal Ha, ha, ha. Jaw on floor with the idea that the cast is away. Never thought about that angle. So obvious why the space. The non-notes between the notes in jazz. Duh. We are alone like Chuck. We are tricked like Joe and many-faced like DeDe, Angelica, …
Clutching time like a branded fool, I walk a line in a crowded school. But one day I came to Mary, with one idea so clean and wary. She took its gist and pumped it up, then spit it back into my cup. Oh stop me diabolic fool. I’ve come to play no tricks for …
