October 19, 2007
Where Daggers Are Only of the Mind
Three men in khaki shirts and trousers stalk about, imagining (it is a reach) that they are the three witches who have huddled in the gloom of a weather-blasted heath to foretell the fate of Macbeth, who "shalt be king hereafter."
I will drain him dry as hay: Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid; He shall live a man forbid.
The soothsaying grotesques are aptly staged here in a drab, tan room at the Wabash Valley Correctional
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