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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352633" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Report from The Black Box</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Flaco</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   A cooler<br>head of lettuce prevailed, but when the actor<br>asked his question and paused<br>for us to watch him pause and think<br>inside the pause, I almost answered<br>as if we were in a bar, just the two of us<br>and a balcony and spotlight. The two of us<br>and programs and makeup and a sofa<br>from the director’s living room and the black/<br>womb/agora/séance of theater inviting us to feel<br>together alone. I recall I don’t recall<br>the question but its scope on his face<br>was immense, as if he were the Milky Way<br>asking am I pretty, am I here for sure for real<br>for long and my breath was the quiet yessing<br>of tall grass against the shoulders of a cat<br>stalking the night. I actually opened my mouth<br>before I actually thought you will be stoned<br>and not in the good way, not with stones<br>of tongues, stones of fingers against my forehead<br>but the play was messy and tangible and full<br>of the etceteras I am full of and why<br>wouldn’t I want to talk with that is a question<br>the poem is asking you to answer wherever<br>you are without me is the problem<br>theater solves, since we sit together<br>in the dark with the dark because the dark<br>deserves a face a soliloquy a lover a bow<br>at the end. When I always wonder if the players<br>regret that the lights come up and they see us<br>as we are seeing them as they were,<br>what a weird mirror that is, showing one side<br>sudden appreciation and the resumption<br>of loose ends, the other the vast<br>and devotional possibilities of being kidnapped<br>by a dream and which side is which side<br>are you on?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bob+Hicok">Bob Hicok</a><div class=q>
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   A cooler
head of lettuce prevailed, but when the actor
asked his question and paused
for us to watch him pause and think
inside the pause, I almost answered
as if we were in a bar, just the two of us
and a balcony and spotlight. The ..."></div>
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