Okay....it was....Glass

Okay for sheer poetry actresses worth their pin money have clamoured to be part of Tennesse Williams heroine list....Subsequently I dived deep into directing his epic Streetcar named Desire when I had more sensibility for the Glass Menagerie.....but that and a theatrical lifetime aside.What did he give us.
Fragility.The ability to put plainsong into poetry.
But like many varied as his heroine might have been it was hisshort story in which grande guigol style a submissive is eaten by contract by a muscle builder...ok it reeks of Suddenly Last Summer.Here was a man with an eye to depravity as well as studied beauty.....A character as tragic as his verse.
As he would have it..Life is a slapstick tragedy between bourbons

What ever happened to reading a book The Gay Equation

Just recently I pondered what had the last century given us in the way of literature.Wryly thinking that in this technology driven generation lying with a good book might be something seen as a past recreation,I thought to look at the gay authors....but having shaped literature and thinking of the last century.I wondered if the Gay Equation has created it's own icons....to which I see that time passes...and their writing let alone their thinking might take some thought.
Case in point. Edmund White. Forgetting Elena.Beautiful formed work.All Shite.Total twaddle.....of a variety not seen before or since....
....and to have thought that his musings might amount to something this gentleman of American letters, still takes up space in library shelves. Total wanker.
Or was it when I dived into the pool of your brilliance I was shattered by the reflecting mirrors.
And yes there has to be a certain vanity to be a writer....but a responsibility to be literate. This technology generation will have it summed up.Nice life.Did we care.
I have laboured with this author's work....and have often wondered if they be the sum of all parts