Tremble, All Ye Oppressors Of The World!

I Started Thinking About My Relationship With My Students; I'm This Guy Who Comes In From Book - And Movie - Land And Descends On Angel Wings Into Their Classroom.

Tremble, All Ye Oppressors Of The World!

In A Given Scene I May Know Nothing More Than How It's Supposed To End, Most Of The Time Not Even That. Scenes Are Improvised. A Character Does Or Says Something, And With As Much Spontaneity And Schizophrenia As I Can Muster, Another Character Responds. In This Way, Everything I Write Is Spontaneous Chain Reaction And I'm Running Around Playing Leapfrog In My Brain Trying To "be" All My People.

The Kind Of Event On A Conveyor Belt That Causes A Fire Occurs In A Variety Of Industrial Environments, Not Uniquely In Coal Environments.

If I Can Tell You The Story From Beginning To End In Five Minutes, I'm Ready To Start Writing.