At six the golden Orto was friendly. Now he broad sun above, pre-Spoleto, laughs a pitiless laugh.
Will ( Robert ) Wilson this evening at the Teatro Nuovo faugh “his” LULU up or down ? The lurch to
( I groan even now ) the Lou Reed Songs ( capitals, composer ) blaring their inanities, the static self-
loving lighting, poor paralyzed sods of actors – “Muschis der Welt, vereint Euch ! ” as a world-cocked
act of defiance by whom ?
The poor, hot Audi will trundle over due East of Orte, by Umbrian Narni´s water-falls and Terni and Spoleto´s
Festival woes in an Italy that wants not such.