Spring 2004 • Vol. XXVI No. 2 Poetry |

On Broadway

The planes in the sky still half empty as ticket sales plummet. At curtain call, Hedda Gabler dusted off the gunpowder from her petticoats before thanking us for coming, a show still in previews, uncertain if the house would be empty or full come opening night, the Emmys postponed though Access Hollywood’s back on the air. The St. Petersburg Chamber Orchestra trying to rebook, eager to risk their lives in order to perforn Rachmaninov's Vespers. So much rehearsal wasted. So many bodies to recover. What was to be must settle for what is—the Towers renamed “the Pile”— Hedda Gabler better off dead than allowed to play in boredom—a sure-fire ending staged night after night.

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Timothy Liu’s next book, Luminous Debris: New & Selected Legerdemain (1992-2017), will be out next year. He lives in Manhattan and Woodstock, NY. www.timothyliu.net

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