This whale has been here for a week or so. The good folks of Fisheries and Wildlife have been monitoring it for signs of distress. It seems the local gray population has been undernourished, possibly due to climate change and it’s effect on availability of krill–on which these majestic creatures feed. The important work on my libretto has been sidetracked by several factors: this elderly gray, the immanent seal birthing season, and a group of clueless youth harrassing pregnant seals with a volley of rocks from a skiff. All this stress reaches a fevered pitch this time of year, when the birthing season of local species interfaces with Summer Yahoos bent on pleasure in its multifaceted allurements.
These developments will not distract from my most pressing task–the creation of the opera. Stay tuned for the next chapter in which Drumph drafts a brilliant memo–a work of awesome fictive power–explaining his justification for Comey’s firing.
Act 3, scene 1–Bedminster Cemetary, the Bardo of hungry ghosts. Demeter emerges from the woods at the base of a rocky hill to challenge Drumph.
Dem: Who dares violate the dark Goddess’s sanctum?
Drumph: This place has tremendous potential. Only the best people will come to my Ultimate Death theme park.
Chorus: All will come to the awesomely, spectacular, incredible Death.
Drumph: Malignia’s friend, Winston, can do the decor. Real class.
Chorus: Doom golden doom awaits the discriminting dead.
Setting–the world between worlds.
Time–the crossroads of time and eternity.
The Drumph organization deals in exclusive, New Jersey burial plots–which, in reality, are a front to launder rubles into the campaign. It’s a win/win for Vlad and Drumph, as the remains of Russian dissidents can thereby be processed for proper internment–as is proscribed by all that is just and holy. But Tiresias enters–stage left–bearing omens of doom. He foretells the fated fall of Drumph.
Watch for next episode–Malignia’s lament for the old country.
Work on the libretto is proceeding by fits and starts. I must bear in mind the admonition of all great composers: Concision is key.