The rabbi would like me to pass along the following:
1. This year's crop of Clementine oranges are for shit. He doesn't know why. 2. Reading the biblical accounts of arrogance and hubris in Ezekiel is crucial to understanding Hitler and Lenin. (And the eponymous dancer in "He's The Greatest Dancer" by Sister Sledge.) 3. Okay, the bit about Sister Sledge was me. But it does follow. I mean, the greatest of all dancers? There are a lot of dancers in the world.
I wonder sometimes if there is any real purpose to these immense essays that the rabbi has me write, particularly the beast on arrogance and hubris that I'm currently working on, and if perhaps he's just trying to send me a message with them. Like I have said before, I wouldn't put anything past that guy. Man, I don't even own a bible. This job is crazy. I like it, though.
People are always dropping hints about hubris around me. Look, I'm not being excessively arrogant. All I'm saying is, I am really quite crafty.
SONATA FOR THE APPROACHING SPRING by Marc Heiden.
CHARACTER: What are you doing for spring break?
OTHER CHARACTER: I'm going to get coked up, go over to P.T. Anderson's house and listen to records!!!
CHARACTER: Fuckin' A!!! I want to come!!!
OTHER CHARACTER: Do you even understand what it means when I quote Supertramp lyrics to you?!? What I am trying to say?!?
CHARACTER: Do you even think I believe in an interventionist God?!?
They fuck.
CHARACTER: I can't bring my mother to any of the places I go...dirty, terrible places where I do these things...but she's always with me, do you understand? She always comes along, even, especially when she can't...I don't want to say 'comes' about my mother. I don't want to say that.
OTHER CHARACTER: I don't know where anything is any more.
They cry, and hold each other safe against the night.
As a playwright, I have often been hampered by my sentimental belief that CHARACTER and OTHER CHARACTER make a cute couple.