When the Bard summed up his 37 some plays...

When the Bard summed up his 37 some plays...his reality at the Globe.. he


said something that came straight into our consciousness 4 centuries later in

what was once mind boggling promiscuity. Gays and lesbians no longer

shadow boxing in their reality scene ..a military engagement with 9/11's evil.


“Where are you “Captain Bligh” Clifton Webb Monty Wooley Rock Hudson?”



En garde! Victor Victoria


II

In consolidating the obstacles and convolutions to their growth and development....the

nostalgia of growing up....its spurious sleaziness.. a fine pretense to its mayhem and

maddening banalities.



Letting city slicker tongues&pitchmen come into their boudoirs vis a vi couch

potatos....losing their suede shoes tip toeing the surreptitious entry of strangers.



Like sitting ducks...on the Ocean Park Venice amusement park cubicles “.Try

your luck in our game of skill. You suckers..”



That all people peoples must know, even the Saints that they may fail in their

odyssey: that their quest may ultimately end in resignation and futility.



But as Sir Simon Rattle, the conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic after 5 years

conducting the orchestra (144 nationalities) alleges..Tchaikovsky’s eroticism...


“How I came to stop worrying and learned to love the Nutcracker”

III

In playing a top security prison, the prisoners on hearing Wagner’s Ring Cycle

knew more about the insidious betrayals, the specious manipulations. the lack

of trust, these outlaws beaten down by their interior argument ..rejected by

society knew more about “Tristan and Isolde” than the audience..



Many of those culture vultures once were goose stepping in the city that

condoned their Fuhrer shacking up with Eva Braun in his “Eagle’s nest”.



“Ich bin ein Berliner”



*Resonating the euphoria at JFK’s Brandenberg Gate, 1963,



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