the poetry film club zoom was was an entertainment. A good creative pedigree, including a piece with Michael Sheen narration on the global warming that sat squarely between Under Milk Wood and Lear on the Heath. The Cactus House read okay: It looked trivial and self-involved compared with the other stuff... although it wasn't, not really, less current. Unlike today's project. Says I.
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