December 8, 2013
Fiction and nonfiction, prose, plays and screenplays. And music.
Curiosity and hear responses to some new work.
Don Quixote at The Festival of Free Love (In which Don Quixote realizes the War on Drugs is in reality, a war on love.) Quixote: "Woman is a mysterious distinction, Sancho." Sancho: "With women, it seems to me, Your Grace, the more direct and confident you are, the more likely you are to be successful but only when they are susceptible to delusion. Quixote: "Seduction is the soul of art, Sancho. Timing is everything. If you miss the opportunity offered by their momentary delusion or if they’re not in a state of delusion about you at all, you’re undistinguishable from the furniture…invisible, over then hill." Sancho: "Said another way, Your Grace, when they’re hot, you’re hot and when they’re not, you’re not. Nothing you do matters, when “they’re not,” regardless that they may desparately want to be satisfied, unless your appetite inspires her. If she’s wet and you are visible, god help your Grace, should you miss the cue, you're of less value to her than a vegetable."
I'd rather be here than in Philadelphia.