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Dramatists Guild War poster circa May 2008. 40 x 29.<\/p>\n
A drowning playwright<\/a> points accusingly. This is one of a large group of posters, warning against vicious and personal reviews<\/a> of regional theatre productions, many of which are being sunk by critics before achieving their Broadway runs. These types of posters are also being displayed in regional theatre lobbies<\/a>, theatre audience bars and restaurants-wherever there is danger of critics, reviewers, or other saboteurs attempting to initiate dramaturgical discussions before a production is ready for prime time.<\/p>\n Actors Equity War poster circa May 2008. 28 x 22.<\/p>\n A group of injured and shocked actors in a life boat rowing away from their critically savaged production. Central to maintaining a deluded sense of self worth and a duplicitous social facade of camaraderie, the PR Cliques’ broadcasts attempt to limit talk about productions in both the public and private arenas of American life, especially at theatre barbeques<\/a>. The graphic designs of these “loose talk” posters are usually strong and eye catching using bright colors for impact.<\/p>\n Girl Bloggers Guild War poster circa May 2008. 40 x 29.<\/p>\n Attempts by progressive<\/a> members<\/a> of certain PR Cliques to bring women bloggers<\/a> into the testosterone charged theatrosphere to “civilize” the conversation met with only limited success<\/a>. Turns out that women often can be bigger “fuckwits<\/a>” than men.<\/p>\n The PR Clique Wise Guise Nicks<\/strong><\/em> War poster circa May 2008. 40 x 29.<\/p>\n Careless Talk, Uncivil<\/a> Talk, Anonymous<\/a> talk, Preview Review<\/a> Talk, Rehearsal<\/a> Talk, the NPAC talk before <\/a>the NPAC talk, and the Mike Daisey TalksAfter\u00e2\u201e\u00a2<\/a> Mike Daisey talks. Talk, talk, who’s got the talk in our new FaceBookNation?<\/p>\n It was a \t\t\t\tcentury in which we touched ourselves in mirrors some inflicted \t\t\t\ton others seemed inexhaustible had reached a \t\t\t\tnew peak, and we gradually remained \t\t\t\tintact. On TV, a teenage idol has just crawled, dripping wet, of reality \t\t\t\tshows<\/em> has begun to exorcise into the \t\t\t\tpastel screen for his glass, while down Broadway in miles, \t\t\t\tpounds, or megabits. How nice it would be \t\t\t\t \t\t\t\t And there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a wobbly marble bench How brief \t\t\t\twe\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve become in our speed we need a \t\t\t\tclearing, a place was so deep \t\t\t\tthe entire forest smelled of stone, then the sun king woke in a \t\t\t\tbook long since closed, and the princess we need a new \t\t\t\tlegend, one with a hero, tired business, one \t\t\t\twho has bought Dramatists Guild War poster circa May 2008. 40 x 29. A drowning playwright points accusingly. This is one of a large group of posters, warning against vicious and personal reviews of regional theatre productions, many of which are being sunk by critics before achieving their Broadway runs. These types of posters are also being displayed in regional theatre lobbies, theatre audience bars and restaurants-wherever there is danger of critics, reviewers, or other saboteurs attempting to initiate dramaturgical discussions before a…<\/p>\n![\"sinking](\"http:\/\/www.nh.gov\/nhsl\/ww2\/images\/ww39.jpg\")
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<\/p>\nElegy (with Advertisement) Struggling to Find Its Hero<\/span><\/strong><\/a><\/h3>\n
\nover and over. It was a decade of fast yet permanent
\nmemories. The kaleidoscope of pain<\/p>\n
\nas the positions of sex,<\/em> a term
\nwhose meaning is as hybridized as the latest orchid. Terrorism<\/p>\n
\ndidn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t care which airline we got on, as long as the pilot
\nwas sober, and the stash of pretzels, beer, and soft drinks<\/p>\n
\nfrom the top of a giant Pepsi can, or maybe I imagined it,
\nflicking through channels where the panoply<\/p>\n
\nthe very notion of reality, for both the scrutinized actor
\nand the debilitated viewer who becomes confused and often \t\t\t\treaches<\/p>\n
\nsirens provide a kind of glamorous chorus
\nfor this script of history where everything is so neatly \t\t\t\tmeasured<\/p>\n
\nto drowse in the immeasurable. How nice
\nit would be to escape.<\/p>\n
beneath an out-of-focus tree on the Web
I like to occasion my body with.<\/i><\/p>\n
\nI think. How fast the eternal.
\nHow desperately<\/p>\n
\nbeyond, but not necessarily
\nof nature. And the rain <\/em><\/p>\n
\nbroke, burying the long shadows
\nin gold.<\/em> And the wounded<\/p>\n
\ncame to in a bed so large
\nshe could never leave. How desperately<\/p>\n
\nthough he may be. One who has used
\nbusiness to give up<\/p>\n
\nwith his heart what we
\nsold with ours.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"