The Chill Room
March 9, 2008 00:00 PST
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This Too Too Solid Flesh

Dream from March 7 / People Like Us-Sound Escape 1 / Nurse With
Wound-The Schmurz / Suzi Quatro-Glycerine Queen / Charlie Feathers-Stuttering Cindy / People Like Us-Acoustic Mud / pigeons-Moon Whiskey / Public Image-The Pardon / Captain Funkaho-Space Slut / Lesbians on
Ecstasy-Sedition / Mama C(r)ass-Dream a Little Dream / Laurie Johnson-The Avengers / Lou Reed-Metal Machine Music IV / taTu-How Slow Is Now? / Love Spit Love-How Soon Is Now? / Jack Smith-Journal Notes on the Uses of Pornography / Thomas Newton-Root Beer / Girls Glee Club-Midnight Cowboy / Sly and the Family Stone-(You Caught Me)
Smiling / Incredible String Band-Pictures in a Mirror / The Cure-Let's Go to Bed

and featuring excerpts
from The Wooster Group Hamlet
at the Redcat February 2008

O that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew, or that the Everlasting had not fix'd his canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead - nay, not so much, not two - so excellent a king, that was to this hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother that he might not beteem the winds of heaven visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth, must I remember? Why, she would hang on him as if increase of appetite had grown bBy what it fed on; and yet within a month - Let me not think on't - Frailty, thy name is woman - A little month, or ere
those shoes were old with which she follow'd my poor father's body, like Niobe, all tears - why, she - O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason would have mourn'd longer - married with my uncle, my father's brother - but no more like my father than I to Hercules.
Within a month, ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears had left the flushing in her galled eyes, she married - O most wicked speed! To post with such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue.