Randall Lovitz, physicist turned playwright, died as the result of
an unfortunate accident involving a grenade and a jigger of Hendricks. Mr.
Lovitz's most recent play, Naked Man
Barking, featuring 90 minutes of the same, was panned by the critics. An
earlier production: Knock, Knock. Who's
there? F__k. F__k who? F__k You garnered similar reviews. Always an
iconoclast, the only holiday Mr. Lovitz celebrated was Super Bowl Sunday.
The year she stopped eating and working and talking, she devolved, draping cloth over mirrors, not brushing her teeth. She went from Emily Dickinson to Sylvia Plath to Anne Sexton, reading their work over and over, copying their words. A day came. She reached for a pencil... cracked egg, hot griddle. Her first poem filled two pages. She now eats oatmeal and wanton soup from the Chinese restaurant.