Zebra

"I never wonder about the audience. It could be a zebra out there for all I care."

??? Lou Reed.
Word Magazine, April 2010, p.11

Artaud?

I will try to elaborate on what I mean in a subsequent post; let me just say that the J??nsi set seemed to realize Antonin Artaud's theater of cruelty. "Not d??cor," Artaud writes in the First Manifesto, but rather "hieroglyphic characters, ritual costume, thirty foot effigies of King Lear's beard in the storm, musical instruments as tall as men, objects of unknown form and purpose" will produce a theater in which the audience does not watch a drama on stage but rather is "encircled and furrowed by" performance. The language of manifesto, no doubt; but Artaud's aspiration that theater become at once participatory and conceptual has of course intrigued directors, actors and playwrights since the 1930s.??

This from??Allison Carruth, writing about Jonsi (from Sigur Ros):??http://ow.ly/1zBCF

Pretty big call! (but I'm going to see??J??nsi??in May to check it out).

Naked

Naked
~by Pablo Neruda

Naked, you are simple as a hand,
smooth, earthy, small … transparent, round.
You have moon lines and apple paths;
Naked, you are slender as the wheat.

Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color,
Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As a summer's wholeness in a golden church.

Naked, you are tiny as your fingernail;
Subtle and curved in the rose-colored dawn??
And you withdraw to the underground world

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,??
And becomes a naked hand again.??

on learning

The best thing for being sad is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies. You may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins. You may miss your only love. You may see the world around you devastated by evil lunatics or know your honor trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it, then: to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the thing for you.

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??? T.H. White The Once and Future King NY: Ace Books, 1987, p.183