The Designated Mourner

For the last year now, I’ve been working on the first production of Denver Poet’s Theater: Wallace Shawn’s chamber tragedy, The Designated Mourner. Tonight, Aaron Angello, Elisa Gabbert, and myself are mounting the first performance at Dianela Acosta’s house in Boulder. I’ve wanted to direct this play since the first time I read it, somewhere […]

… making the world safe …

As I read all these pieces about Jeff Koons online lately, particularly the¬†obligatory¬†descriptions of that amiable idiot as the new Andy Warhol, I think of this passage from Gary Indiana’s (bowdlerised but still excellent) Andy Warhol and the Soup Can that Sold the World: The single most devastating lesson of the 1960s and early 1970s […]

Conduit 24 Through The Greek Anthology

Like all real readers, I always have more than one book going at a time, and of course they converse. So from now on, here and there, I’m going to post a few notes, in no order, about the experience of reading one through the other. For years I’ve owned a falling-apart copy of Kenneth […]


“Of course it means you are going away from us for good,” she said with a sigh. “But that don’t mean I’ll lose you. look at my papa here; he’s been dead all these years, and yet he is more real to me than almost anybody else. He never goes out of my life. I […]

A Gallery of Commonplaces

“He had a lot of funny stories to tell her about their old Paris chums. all of them in loony bins or sanitariums, the ones who weren’t on Nembutal. ‘I used to look for my friends in the society columns,’ he intended to say tonight. ‘Now I look for them on the barbituary page.’” — […]