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Cops and Monologues Nov 18, 2011

The first thing you see walking into the main stage is a mass of cables — thick and sprawling.  If you sat in the first row you could practically trip over them taking your seat. It all feels like mess and mass, the back yard coughed up, veinous, in the front yard, something transitory, that massive crossing of overpasses at the edge of the city, thick, functional, pragmatic, ugly-beautiful.

 

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