i just watched the play by george tabori. it was oftentimes vulgar and left me with a choking sensation. despite the fact it was obviously made on a low budget it was moving. sometimes the effects were so ridiculous i'd normally have laughed but the actors kept the play going and it was hard to look away.

C’è un Führer nel buco del culo dei migliori di noi.

vulgar but true.
i should look at what we need to write the paper. i have three papers due, then a fourth. i'm bracing myself. i'm loving all my classes, even the theatre class i expected to hate. sometimes it does get a bit tedious but it's also enlightening. i expected to hate whitman. instead he's my favorite poet of the one's we've gotten through so far in that particular course. he's very up front and sexual and very much about transcending the mundane. i still hate his brooklyn bridge poem. bleh.

i'm reading david hernandez's new book of poems. i'm so glad that i got to meet him last year and got to hear him read. the poems are a lot darker overall than they were in his last book.

got to see the doctor tomorrow. or maybe the therapist.