POLAR BEARS

a very good word and rough on the tongue. It is minus 45 here and I am becoming a polar bear, the missing link in humanoid evolution, fur, fangs, the lot. My only regret is that I didn´t have enough erotic encouters as a human because I can´t stand the rough humping I´m now in for. and being caught on those polar ice floes. and all the pack ice. or an igloo to ransack. eskimo political correctness is no longer necessary since all we have to do is eat them. a nice toasted eskimo kebab, not too wet at the ears, all dribbly with chilli sauce and lashings of eskimo fat. I´m in Berlin, having found a job as a language instructor in one of these anonymous colleges. Metallic winds, the distant sounds of train carriages de-coupling. I´m taking my new opera to the BerlinerEnsemble and have high hopes (of something I considered muted dreck, but I know the taste(lessness) of the general public.)