The View from Splinter Cottage

dateline: Last month or something like it

in adams morgan DC…just a fast

walk.

begining and ending on a train.

Gary,

 was thinking of that cold fish with the sweet potato;

 lime and yellow pepper. Never had yellow pepper, although

I’ve grown hot yellow peppers. never ground them. discussed it

with my friend Sallie who has metamorphised into a

diatician after getting bounced at her paper.She

still writes for a big shelter mag. this is a quick paste

from

the adams morgan walk last

 month. Clearly I made the train.

(WIDOWED WORD) i ruminated a long time after watching a handsome young woman pecking “awesome” into a palm thing in DC. “I’m on the metro.”

mundane is one thing, inane another. Who cares. Exactly the point, as I realized this was not an attempt to

communicate but in a world of vicious ubiquitous

marketing where no one is listening and an educational system primarily concerned with its own marketing:

These are cries of bare, isolated, self- questioned existence.

I haven’t had time to work with them.†Have have a

Jacques Lecoq exhibition or the reportage from paris for

nov and planning a

gathering about where theater is going. camus had nothing

more absurd than the placement of a gamboling slot parlor

in an abandoned steel mill. which has happened in

Bethlehem PA.¬†if i wasn’t¬†hemoraging ¬†money,

i’d kick my shoes¬† back and just obserb.¬†this as a hell of

a time to just watch. Very little buffoonery is outside

the parameters of daily life. Corporations,TV. hell

government, but I guess that¬† doens’t count as they are

formated by Harvard and other law schools to quick print

in service to greed.  They are clearly in charge.

had i proposed changing the american industrial landscape

by converting steel mills to slot machine gambling

parlors, in either journalism classes or theater for that

mater, well it would have been off to the thorazine bin

for observation. for convenience,the rabbit hole debits

its  fees directly from our retirement accounts.

The other part is recognizing the cabaret all around us

like the tattooed lady on the cell phone. used to have

to wait for the carnival to come to town when i was a kid.

Now it all happens at the shopping mall.

cheers, scott

BTY these are my versions of 21st century tele-

type¬†dispatches and old wire telefaxes from the wires ….

clearly i made the last train to silver spring.

….tennessee williams wrote that i think,