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     UPEI Sun November 4, 1982 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
         
     
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     - ' Nov. 5 Performance‘ 7’1_ ‘ 
     
     Great Britian, 197407.051’. 
     
     Nicholas Roeg. Starring. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     MOTH AND I DRAGON 
     
    
   
   
    
     Spiritpower flamed in 
     
     the windows of his soul. 
     
     It drew me(but I had 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     learned not to touch Mick Jagger and Anita 
     
     fire)—drove ice from ‘ “ ' PaHengurg. Roeg's _dabut 
     
     my core. _ ' I feature. A gangsterl‘on' I 
     
     Others Came, tOO.Planéets Launder Matt's Lament the lam becomes involved 
     
    
   
   
    
     to his sun. . ‘ in an intriguing’ identity 
     
    
   
   
    
     The Pyre in his sou-1 4 ' . . / exchange with a former 
     
     gave us 11 fe anew. Round and round the driers worked .hard rock star_ Jagger. 
     
    
   
   
    
     to please their customers. The blue ' I 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Did he know the meaning Stripped night shirt peeked out of the 
     
     Of those words? round window and saw them standing there ' . I 
     
     Dr 5.139“ Speak mat waif" looking very bored indeed. All that they I Nov.127Atlant1c City. * W > I 
     
     fire and SymbOl 0f fire seemed to be doing was smoking a long mda/F¥ance:l98l- —-r 
     
     coursed through me. White tubelike sort of thing and then Dir. 1:01.115 halle. + 
     
     have you ever £91.. wan‘ted move their lips up and down. 7 Starring Bgtahrxitncasuer 
     
     something as much as " My, my, those people do look extremely and.st far: on‘ 
     
     you wanted it? bored" she said to-one of the brown socks. Wmted 07‘  
     
     Days of glass, quicksand "Why just look at then won't you?" PEEKe oscalf? A. ‘ tr 
     
     nights trap me in my "I'm trying" gasped the sock as it y ‘ xA Whty’ 7mm J": I 
     
     own being. tried to right itself,"just ‘a minute. I Poe“ Set am  
     
     Sapphire lies(my mask) There. Why yes they do look very bored baCkg’Foung Of a 9 “‘9 
     
     hOld away the world. indeed. Hum I wonder what we can do to paradlse' ' 
     
    
   
   
    
     see if we can be of any assistance to 
     
     than," he said. .2 
     
     "Let me see, let me see, screamed the 
     
     overhalls" and pushed and shoved his» 
     
    
   
   
    
     Dragon‘s-fire left scars 
     
     that remind me of him, 
     
     now that I am alone. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     $55 ' way forward to getr‘a Closer lOOk'L"*"t§‘   
     
     "Why yes your absolutely right they 
     
     W are bored. Hum, let me see. Ah. I know 
     
     Glittering what we can do to get their attention 
     
     with a multitude of colours, Letsus see if we can do it. You, yes 
     
     like a rainbow after the _ you over there. Come here and see if 
     
     storm, you can press this button and it will 
     
     It descends down to ‘ stop the machine and when our owner I 
     
     the reality, comes over to see what is happening 
     
     a toss between the we'll all scream at the same time, 
     
     subconscious ~ 6 ' kay! 1 1 " 
     
     and the conscious “heady” said the blue jeans. 
     
     unable to q "Ready" screamed everyone else. 
     
     make the decision As the bluejeans pressed down the butt- 
     
     that needs to be . on of the machine it slowly came to a i - - 
     
     determined. halt with aflow dull thud. \10 one breath— ' ije Patterns \ 
     
     L—Wfllt—‘u. ed as they waited for their owner to v v  
     
     come over and see what was happening. The hands of the old clock 
     
     By Ed OrlOWSki- After a minute or two, it did seem - ‘ w Move slowly round arfiround; 
     
     Ode to the meaners longer to the brown sock but he never in’an unending cycle, never: 
     
     W  said anything so as not to start an _ Ending never beginning. . 
     
     ----—- ' , argument with the others, the owner ' ' Today is a tiny speck  
     
     Neckel-de GGCkel—de V looked over her shoulder. and shook her Away by tomorrow. . 
     
     DO I cran head as if she was upset at what the Tomorrow is the hopeful's 
     
     Cleaning Spitballs bluejeans had done. The bluejean saw Despair and the despairing's 
     
     from the wall this nod of seemingly disapproval and hope. " ' ' 
     
     Pemed 0n briCkS and quickly hid behind the blue stripped Tomorrow is the hope and 
     
     lipStiCk halls : night shirt. ‘ t: Despair that never canes. 
     
     COffee Stained floors to "Okay fellas, quite now here she comes Fer today "is tarorrow and 
     
     Pop on walls don't move an inch untill I give the - Tomorrow is yesterday. 
     
     POOPie Grafitti . single." And the hands of the old c_lock 
     
     Yes I 99t them all- y The owner opened the drier and started Move slowly round and round. 
     
     to shake the clothes around. ' . J. M. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     "Hey get your cold hands off of me you 
     
     beast" said the brown sock. Before he 
     
     could utter another word he aas thrown 
     
     down into the clothesbelow. . . . 
     
    
   
   
    
             
     
    
   
   
    
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