The other night I was lucky enough to catch Dr Fluxus as he readied his (or her - we are never sure because of the mask) Alchemickal Theatre in Orion, at the country estate of my friend Young Geoffrion. Y. has been kind to this most difficult and demanding of house-guests. I did take one snap but alas have lost it somewhere - I suspect the "good" Doctor of magic-ing it away. (Clearly I was raving and owe Dr F. an apology as the snap has turned up. I beg your pardon, sir or madame.)
Although I am enthralled by Dr Fluxus and his theatricks, I am uneasy, too, as there is a whiff of brimstone (I am subject to imaginings, however, so it may be nothing) to the proceedings. I hope Y. may be careful in her dealings with him (or her... or something else).
posted by - 12:36 PM
You have struck the nail directly upon its head! I have wondered about the sulfurous odor that lingers about my land recently, but put it down to the Doctor's indigestion. Upon reflection, I realize brimstone and thunder accompanies the Doctor wherever he goes!
I had always assumed that it was Osprey's internal gear system that produced that odor! I guess the good (?) Doctor must have some of the same 3-in-1 oil?