A Symbol

I found this Fred Allen radio piece in some old papers I was about to throw away.

Town Hall News interviewed a group of untalented nobodies identified with obscure bucolic enterprises. One of them was Dawson Bells, a young New York producer who uses the summer theater as a laboratory.
Dawson Bells (DB):  To me the theater is merely a test tube. In it I brew all human emotions.
Town Hall News (THN): You are not interested in the audience, Mr. Bells?
DB:  The audience means nothing. The theater means nothing. The play means nothing.
THN: Only you?
DB: Yes. I mean something. I am the consensus. I proved that in my Laboratory Theater this past season. Did you see my play Thread?
THN: No.
DB: Two hundred sewing machines on the stage. Sewing, sewing. A silkworm enters “The Machine Age,” he mutters. The silkworm smacks his lips. Think it over.
THN: Yes, I. . . .
DB: You saw my play Crash?
THN: No, I . . . .
DB:  The curtain goes up. A bass drum is center stage. The drum is a symbol. On the drum is a cymbal. The cymbal is a symbol. The audience ponders. A termite smacks his lips. Curtain! Can you understand the work I am doing?
THN:  You are producing this summer?


About judyjablow123

In my youth I was a world class tournament golfer. I earned an MA in history at NYU, after which I knew I had had enough of academia. I have remained a student of history. I have a strongly personal - almost entirely negative- take on the contemporary pharmaceutical and mental health industries. That was the impetus for my Bluepolar blog, which will also include stuff on sports, history and anything else that strikes my interest.
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