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Modern Drama 101

"In Modern Drama we turn a critical eye

into the conditions of real life and morality." --- Arlen Rambush

 

 

Modern Drama 101

 

Her life had become an Ibsen scenario,

cloaked, as it was, in furtive AOL chat rooms,

seeking the romance no longer orbed in marriage,

rather to be panned from the internet wellspring.

 

It wasn't so much inconstancy, as it was whimsy;

more a channeling of Deneuve, than profiling Gabler.

And she found they flocked to her,

pigeons to be shooed away, should they get too close.

 

Soul of the house, everything to husband and family,

yet, it was in cyber tryst where she flourished,

that informed the powerful intellect at intervals

with mother and a carte blanche ingénue.

 

It's possible she sought to reform them,

tear them down --- or no --- it was conquest.

It was not she that needed men,

it was she that absorbed them in hedonistic pleasure.

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Jul 27, 2015
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