Somebody once told me that Anne Bogart said, "I invent nothing, I steal everything." Or something to that degree. I loved that.


Bush, you were an easy target for this task. I mean you just requested a few billion dollars MORE for your war, which I believe took the total to something like $194 BILLION dollars to collapse a country.

My task comes in two parts as I stole from two places.

ONE: A Line from Shakespeare's King Lear (possibly the best play ever written, some would argue).

In Act 4, Scene 1 Gloucester has had his eyes put out by Cornwall (on stage, and often done with a frightening degree of realism while Cornwall says, "Out vile jelly!") Gloucester is brought by hand on stage by an anonymous old man and they come across Gloucester's good son, Edgar. THe problem at this point in the play is that Gloucester has, you guessed it, a bad son. Who with plots and stratagems had placed Gloucester and Edgar against one another, and effectively had Edgar exiled. Edgar scraps his clothes and name and assumes a new identity, Poor Tom, an insane beggar. Now at this time of the play the evil from Edmund (bad son) has pretty much been discovered but Edgar does not yet reveal who he is to his now blinded father. THe old man is wary against leaving Gloucester with a mad beggar, which is when Gloucester says, "Tis the times plague, when madmen lead the blind," which within the context of the play could be a reference to Lear's division of the kingdom between his (awful) daughters, the exile of his virtuous daughter, and his subsequent insanity...

I don't think it takes much to say that the line couldn't be said about...well.....alot.

TWO: Robert Frost's "The Gift Outright" Which he recited from memory at JFK's inauguration, because he the snow blinded him and he couldn't read the poem he'd prepared.


And for clarification.

The Gift Outright
The land was ours before we were the land's.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England's, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.

-- Robert Frost
So i made a little picture, and then made a little recording. check em out.