Ambrose Bierce is now alive and kicking in my head. (Welcome, Ambrose!) I can't say I understood everything going on (and not going on) in these plays, nor am convinced they needed to be so frequently subverting. But when they got me, they got me. And their insistence on not giving me Geezer food refreshes all of me. The language is music and the idea of using these texts to make something happen in time and space is perfectly scary!
Thank you to the Emergency Poetry Clinic visitor who recommended Mac Wellman to me.