Rhinoceros (1974) Tom O’Horgan directs Gene Wilder and Zero Mostel in what could have been a wacky and illogical production of Eugène Ionesco’s play. Instead, opening it out, the pacing falters, with only one claustrophobic café scene still effective as theater of the absurd. Part of the American Film Theater’s series.
When is a cat not a cat?
When it’s in Schrodinger’s hat
Out of the box the cat does a tap
And slinks like an accordion
Isn’t there a moon here somewhere?
If there’s a cat , there’s a supermoon
Orange sherbet and Schubert
Syncopation on the catwalk
Where there’s one cat there’s bound to be another
Oh! Look at the rhinoceros!
No, don’t look! Don’t look! Don’t!
It’s not polite to recognize them
They trot about with one horn
Like armor-plated unicorns
Snorting in disgust at plebeians
Who grovel to be rhinoceri
So when is a cat not a cat?
When it’s been eaten by ozone
When it crossed the road without looking
When its ninth cord played out
The beat in the heartbeat beaten down
Hairballs in a matchstick box
For feeding the owl later on
Oh! Look at the rhinoceri!
Better to become one of them
Than be left here all alone
[Disposable Poem November 19, 2016]
Dr. Mike
SPACESHIP 
Wherever do you get all of your ideas? Entertaining! You would have loved a huge exhibition we saw at Seattle’s EMP museum.
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My collaborator Michelle McKinney helps with the images. The text is all mine, for better or worse.
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