BOMB 10 Fall 1984
Allen Frame talks to playwright and director María Irene Fornés, author of several plays including the Obie-winning Mud, Danube, and Sarita.
I am a haunted man. He haunts the streets that I explore.
When photographs are developed the originally white printing paper becomes impressed with the effects of light upon it.
“Parody has become so real, we’re gonna stop doin’ parody.”
Early in the morning, every day, for years, he has been drinking beer.
I close my eyes and imagine his phone: long, black, cordless.
Gargoyle the dwarf slept in the sewers by day, and by night he haunted the high regions of a decaying and abandoned theater, where he concealed his ugliness beneath a cloak of darkness.
First Helen had blue eyes and brown hair. Then she had brown eyes and blue hair. And then she was blue, for she had brown eyes and no hair.
“Don’t do that kind of thing to your spine, son,” said his mother. “You’ll only complicate your life … You’ve got to learn how to relax.”