Ex parte random train of thought
Dad and my brother got five does and the season is only half over; three more tags to fill but it’s been kind of windy. They saw a twelve-point buck but haven’t been able to get off a shot. I was lying in bed this morning thinking about butchering. The alarm went off to a very loud voice in absolute outrage about Act 10. I agree but I can’t take being shouted at to wake up. I hit snooze and then off. I looked at the grey morning and thought about that awful videotape from the DC conference of that white supremacist group over the weekend, then about Victor Klemperer, I was wondering what got him to start writing, then speaking of apt commentators about the Third Reich, about Hannah Arendt, then about what she said about Bert Brecht in Origins of Totalitarianism, and so about the Three Penny Opera and I thought, hmm, maybe Richard Armitage could be in a production of The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, there’s definitely an English version of that play floating around somewhere, and then I thought, oh, I wish I were in Berlin, maybe he could play it at the Berliner Ensemble, which is probably my favorite Berlin theater, I love that place, and then I thought, huh, wonder if they’ve put that on the program this season. They haven’t but there’s lots of other good stuff to see, naturally all in German, sorry Richard Armitage if you’re there this spring, you probably wouldn’t enjoy it. They’re also playing Faust I and II back to back, I assume in abridgement, even so, gluttons for punishment. And then I thought, I like that bar around the corner, the Ständige Vertretung. And then if he’s in Berlin he should visit the Brecht house this time around, I wonder how he feels about theater of alienation. Then I had to go to the bathroom. The floor was cold.