The show: The world premiere of Will Eno's “The Realistic Jones” at Yale Repertory Theatre in New Haven, opening Thursday night.
First impressions: I’m a loss for words. Words, what are they anyway? Language, in small doses. Bite-sized Chewables. They’re like tools, right? A rusty tool. No, more like a weapon, a big cudgel. Say, what is a cudgel anyway? Hey, look up at the stars! What was that noise? Was that an owl? Is this personal? What do I do? What am I? Who am I, too, now that you mentioned it. Don't mention it. These laptop keys are like black teeth in a silver mouth that doesn’t say anything. Oh, the horror I think I liked the play, that’s a funny word, ‘play.’ Sounds like recess. Is it actually receding? Are our atoms troubled, too? I feel like praying. Not really. But the idea of child-like minds is important, yes! But sometimes all these WORDS are just glib profundity and then it gets tedious and then suddenly someone (usually Glenn Fitzgerald -- what da bomb) says something stupid yet brilliant yet buoyant!....I gotta go to bed now. I have a headache. I’m mad. I’m glad, I am Spartacus. I am Eno, too. Eno One. I’ll sort it out in the morning. Will it come? Really? Really? Feel like a mint?
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