what will the war do with these jigging fools?

as originally proposed, the first show of julius caesar was last night, and went pretty well except that part of my role as narrator / guardian involves meeting the audience in a train station and walking them to the space, and as anyone who knows me IN REAL LIFE could tell you, my map skills are… curious? lacking? selective? what i’m saying is, we, meaning a group of 120 people plus me in corpse paint, got lost. but in the words of the immortal bard, “it’s cool”.
my part is pretty good, because i wrote it good, with lots of good spiels and a comedy smoking routine (NB: i only smoke in a comedy setting, or after a birth (cigars) or during a delivery (cigarettes, waiting room)). also in a funny twist, my decision to pronounce “pompey” as “POMP ee” rather than “pomp AYY” has been ratified by metrical analysis. AYYYYYYYY!
philadelphia seems nice although mostly i just get ready for the play, or walk around chinatown looking for vietnamese coffee, or eat breakfast, or be asleep. probably going to cough up the $14 to go to the art museum, where there’s a big picasso in paris exhibit, and they have that great cy twombly’s the odyssey room, and more to the point, that’s where they got those duchamps. i feel like seeing “the originals” is more than a bit of a farce in duchamp’s case, but also, what am i gonna not go? i’m right here.








