Monday, August 11, 2008

Plop Goes The Weasel

The Weasel is hungry. The Weasel is HUNGER. So the weasel is the rube, and the end. Hunger, the weasel, DESIRE is pressed into the service of the dutiful(DOG - in the name of making his duty easier - the instutionalized violence of say, the Stanford Prison Experiment - movement towards the idleness of Foghorn), and the safe/bored(entertainment in lieu of participation, thin increasing boredom of protection without actual threat, Foghorn's orbit around duty as a negation of his position as FOOD).
The dog is forced to play FOOD.
Foghorn is inevitably FOOD.
The Weasel is HUNGER.

Notes from this morning's viewing. Food remaining a very funny word.
In other news, Nancy Tousley wrote a little review in the Calgary Herald yesterday about my two shows up in Calgary right now.

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