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Thursday, June 12, 2014

Barbarous Nights

I found another Lorxa* play:
In BARBAROUS NIGHTS, Buster Keaton falls out of his film and into a poetic world, a 1930s both future and past. Grapefruit roll through the sand like tumbleweed. The streets are filled with optical shops. There, a rush of travelers -- a blind maiden struggling with the length of her dress, her nigh Victorian mother, a ridiculously attractive man peddling feathers -- float through Buster's nights like a dream as his sanity and the stoic stone face that made him famous start to crumble.”
This is one of the "funnest" articles I've written.

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*I've decided to use the word "Lorxa" for Lorca derivatives.

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