Glitzy and glamaramorous come on come on, unrepentant sleaze, flimflam, hokum, hucksterism, and the slipping of audience finns, the whole razzle dazzle spiel whatever claptrap’s your brand — this scene has it all; and so, they’re always telling Him, it’s hard to believe the reviews, they’re more miss than hit: Ben Bombs, Israel Fails, He Puts The “Mess” In Messiah…fedorad newspapermenschs flock to designate pay telephones, fist the slot for coins returned for putting through their calls, telegraph machines stitched deep into their pockets’ linings, O so that’s what they’re always doing down there: line, dash, line, stop…Spectacle? Check Your Wallet & Watch! Shtunk @ The Shore!! The Whore Babbles On (find out what’s eden our critics, cont. Aleph 2)!!! Though despite the headlines, the sour ledes, the bitterest grafs, the tour’s still been blockbusting (reports have it, unconfirmed except in their unreliable capacity); apparently, there’ve been near riots at the boxoffice, and hahaha not demanding refunds: apparently, there’s just nothing else to do at night, these holying days, and anyway many have been freebied, and in not a few locales actually forced to attend, filed from their homes by police with yarmulked vigilantes assisting in lockstep to the gate, why not, thinking, might as well show up, get their blessing, as promised, which He bestows upon all at the end of every performance. And if you’re following the press on the press, the media always selfmortifying, selfcensorious, its coverage that beats breasts, fills space and kills time, there’s an easy explanation, a one size fits simple interpretation of an interpretation if you will for why the critics especially with their minds and columns and books, too — who needs them, not Him, a mensch of the people — have seemed so hostile lately, still are: it’s not Him they’re disappointed in, as we’re assured in Sabbath eve editorials referencing the weekday review — it’s just in the way He’s presented, profane.
And though He’s been hamming it up as kosher as possible, everything’s just east of being on tonight, say Utah latterly known as Mormondom that’s how far off, make you happy…as if the audience will notice — and how are our notices? Has the backlash backlashed into slavishness, yet? What’s wrong with me, what’s my problem: matrimonial jitters…having these eighteenth thoughts, that prenup this Goldenberg had Him sign this morning too early, how maybe it favored her too much, though she has her own money; after all, she’s the President’s kid, The First Daughter, foisted da Foist, they said da Pope sent a gift, Pius Zeppelini…how to get a disengagement, what are the divorce laws in the state of Kinfusion, how to go about getting a Get, or else — how to avoid such thoughts, and the aufruf; how to put an end to any Genesis before it can gestate into what?
