OUTSIDE THE BRITISH MUSEUM?
Well it was a dream and they were tarring
from pots the cracks in the drive. Why not
make it an art event? Numerous people
milled about. Convince them it's performance
art, and they clap and watch at anything. A
few years back I had a DIA recital ticket
set, for Twyla Tharp I can't remember, but
I think it ran for five Spring Sundays, the
last of them being Easter. The obvious
symbolism, you'd think, was rebirth and
renewal. At the end, no one wanted to rise.
They all stayed there, as if mesmerized?
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