Between the endless azure sky, ringing with clarity, and the gold-specked, blood-flecked dirt, jagged and portentous, our players enact a war-ritual. The artist--the sorceress who stalks this ruined temple--orders her man to fire bullet holes into her art Essays
out in the desert, the shaggy hippie dream, such as it was, died with the Manson family, bleached and withered by the Sun and CIA-grade acid, crystallized into a mall with a Sharper Image and a Williams-Sonoma haunted by the ghosts of an old silver mine p Essays
