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  					This is a poet's play - but not in any way comparable to the incantations of Curnow, nor Baxter's intensive and extensive explorations of a private mythology… And different to O'Sullivan's first play, Shuriken, as the proverbial chalk from cheese… What impresses in Ordinary Nights is the richness of the mixture, the sheer scope and abundance of both verbal and active imagery - no convoluted introspection but the fantastic overspill of an inventive mind. The framework of the action is an institution, with all that implies about the ordered (not necessarily logically ordered) experience of life by morning, noon and night. That is the model of 'ordinariness' in which the nurse/patient relationship is likened to that of employer/employee, teacher/pupil or parent and child… Within the family as within the ward there are all the familiar power games, and the existential question of the base of it all: what's it all for? | 
				
			
			
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