Charles Simic

(9 May 1938)

Pocket Theatre


Fingers in an overcoat pocket. Fingers sticking out of a black leather glove. The nails chewed raw. One play is called "Thieves' Market," another "Night in a Dime Museum." The fingers when they strip are like bewitching nude bathers or the fake wooden limbs in a cripple factory. No one ever sees the play: you put your hand in somebody else's pocket on the street and feel the action.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie Adnana Karahasanovic Zeljkovic (5/26/2010 5:50:00 AM)

    What an interesting idea! Masterly found inspiration - in your pocket! The theatre in your pocket and its resonance in anticipation of an action outside (in somebody else's pocket on the street) . (Report) Reply

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