From: rg@sh.co.uk   
      
   Grand old man of English Theatre, Harold Pinter, has announced that he has   
   given up writing plays to concentrate on poetry and politics. The man who   
   John Sessions described as 'a chess board with eyes' thinks twenty-nine   
   plays are enough. I wonder. Pinter was rather a one trick pony: frightfully   
   good at menace and the unspoken hidden in the spoken and the politics of   
   coercion, he didn't deviate from this but refined it down to ever more   
   concise expressions of it until he found himself with nothing new to say in   
   the dramatic form.  His main hobby horse is US Foreign Policy and The   
   Guardian has been publishing his poems on this subject: they are laughably   
   bad and it beggars belief that an international man of letters would agree   
   to make them public. Like most people in the arts, Pinter was extremely keen   
   on keeping Saddam Hussein in power and campaigned vigorously to perpetuate   
   that tyrant's cruel and barbarous regime. Hampstead Socialist that he is, he   
   evidently doesn't believe that Iraqis, Iranians or Syrians have the ability   
   to handle democracy. Heaven only knows what Pinter will do if democracy in   
   that region catches on. Maybe he'll write a play about it.   
      
   ROBBIE   
      
      
   --   
   "A little injustice in the heart can be drowned by wine; but a great   
   injustice in the world can be drowned only by the sword"   
   ~Epigrams of Chang Ch'ao   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)