Friday, October 28, 2016


I can't talk about the election, it’s too upsetting...

...gotta talk about it....

With election in the very final stretch, the prospect of a Trump victory is a nightmare. Hillary's crooked -- she lies -- she ought to be jailed is a nightmare. Percentages and polls keep changing -- can they be believed? Are the poll guys, (like TV channels), shaping them because their money-making potential keeps increasing if they keep us tuning in? Up and down we go, watching, hoping, praying, sometimes scared, sometimes relieved, sad, happy, exhilarated that Trump's insulted, shocked, alienated more people.

Logic sets in -- an inner chant -- HE CAN'T WIN, HE WON'T WIN echoing strong opinions of trustworthy guys. Even so, insomnia, stomach-ache, depression sets in.

Dumb-dumb flashes of bad thoughts invade: If he's elected would he, will he, won't he and re-elected Republicans proceed to destroy social security, and government support of many, many essential things? Cause civil war, cause World War III? Create utter chaos?


Oh no!!!

Oh YES!!!!!
Trump voters inhabit a reality where my BAD is their GOOD. Even if Clinton wins, they'll respond with violence...
NO!! YES!! of the country exploding into street protests, guns,  killings -- she didn't win, she bought the election, the election was stolen and President-almost-President Trump will prove he's the best-wisest-most successful-powerful guy in the world because he SAYS HE IS THE PRESIDENT.

...Golly gee Moses-Allah-Jesus, thinking about the election and trying not to think about the election seriously affects my health....  

Monday, October 24, 2016


For years, strolling around New York city, John cullum and emily frankel peer in various empty store windows.

It's fun, even exciting--to picture each empty space as a possible off-Broadway theater for one of our projects.