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Duncan Black runs the Harry Hope's Bar of once prominent play-lefty blogs.  Only he doesn't do much running.  And there's no poetry. 

Update:  Every once in a while it's good to remember what an unusually good actor Lee Marvin was, and I don't mean by just Hollywood standards. 

Update 2:  There are so few ideas over there that it's not surprising.  Stupy has never had an idea that didn't originate with someone else so any idea he comes up against seems like it's original. 

Update 3:  No, there's no one like Larry Slade there, anymore.  Stupy's more like Jimmy Tomorrow, the hack journalist who dreams of getting his old, imaginary glory back.   You couldn't make a play that would run out of Duncan's no-Hope bar.   DWD would be more like Hugo, only dyspeptic instead of idealistic.  Too much self-absorption, that's the trouble.  First you absorb yourself, then intoxicants.