Poem: ‘‘The Designated Mourner’ by Wally Shawn, Final Production, NYC, June 2013’
Anne Carson, 7 November 2013
for Wally and Deborah and Larry and André
Go to the Wally Shawn play, it is hopeless, I mean production impeccable, philosophy hopeless. Yet it gives me hope! Figure this out. Next day listening to Sam Cooke what comes to me in a dawn café is:no need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light. Order a tofu burrito. C. comes in looking lively. He got to the car just as the...