Open Country
Moments in Open Country clash into human trauma crosswise and leave you different—if only for a while.
Two Prose Poems by Charles Fort
I told the gentleman-writer who drank the rarest bourbon that the proper length of a novel was one page longer than War and Peace . . .
The Palm Casino Revue
“A young man must not make safe investments.” — Jean Cocteau
The immediate “yes” to David’s proposal that I help run the lights for The Palm Casino Revue became an automatic response to any suggestion that I try something new.
Silence of the Bees
1. Beyond the barrio of La Muñeca, leaving Havana heading toward San Antonio de los Baños, the city gradually turns rural. Or, to the inextricable mixture of textures at the edge of any large city, only more confusing in Havana’s case, because history has had such a dramatic break here.
New Religion
My dreams are big budget affairs now: elaborate sets and costumes, huge casts, special effects, endless locations. They are vivid and artless, with choreographed violence. In the custom of dreams, there are no plots, but there is always the feeling of a plot.
Be It in Bedlam
EARLY IN MY EIGHTEENTH YEAR, on a pristine, sun-flushed autumn afternoon, as I made my way across Cornell University’s engineering quad from the library to a lecture, I was gripped by an overwhelming sadness on seeing a stray dog. The essence of that moment lingers: a profound affinity for the animal, solitary and noble in his demeanor.
Backstage at the Palm Casino Revue
Jose Arango backstage, 1974.
John Heys in Lana Turner’s gown, 1979.
Larry Ree backstage, 1974.
