And the light. Half Light. And the
chemistry behind that light.
Two men are 15 feet apart. The man
on the left is standing. The man on the right is kneeling. The standing man, (whom we'll call S), is
pointing a revolver at the kneeling man. He gives the Kneeling Man a drink from
his canteen.
The Standing Man speaks:
Hello,
man. You look stoopid.
While under the earth there is a
labyrinth of cave passages where albino fishes swim with no eyes in a sea
beneath the sea of dirt. The Standing Man whom
we'll call S speaks:
Say your
prayers.
The Kneeling man prays:
I'm an
actor. Everything I experience in my life, everything I feel, is saying this.
You know? It adds a layer to my life that I wish weren't never there. A voice
in my head that says you don't count for shit, because you, what you're
experiencing, you're thinking, you're counting, you're not in the real world.
You're recording. You're storing up for a moment where you can use this for
later. I've been plagued most of my life by this. It's not a real way to live.
And you get used to it. But I feel. That's plain. In any case. I FEEL.
I gave myself 3 days to get over her. The maiden hardens after being burned a few times. It was comforting, moving around with the taste of whiskey, tobacco, and the weight of a rifle in my hands. Shooting at anything. I felt like life might be bearable again. But then the ghost of time crept on me and I was hit hard with the sudden realization that Time Kills Us. I was sitting on my sister's swing with the ghost of so many memories that seem endless trying to fix my gaze so that I could match the picture in my head. Which made it only worse. I was thinking what a perfect time and place for me to go. So I took the rifle, pull the trigger but with the gun away from my face. My arms start to shake. I cock the gun again and this time I put the barrel in my mouth. I pull the trigger. Click. Nothing changed. But all these tears come and I fall back off the swing.
But pain
and death are not the same! The caliber of this shotgun is small. You go into
shock. A black hum and blood and shredded tissue in the mouth and hot buckshot
heat up the back of the head and shortly, you lose consciousness, on your back
with the foot stuck in the swing, blood still coming out. Silence. Drops of
rain fall on your face. The wind picks up again and continues to blow calmly,
rhythmically. A hawk will fly past and other birds are heard rustling in the
woods behind. Along with the ghosts watching in silence, these are your death
companions. They seem to understand. After a couple hours, the life has all but
drained out and the body gets colder and hardens by the hour till it locks into
this position like wood. The blood dries in the ground. The hair gets blown and
I imagine the face looking, apart from the gore, serene and nap-like. The body
lies like this for 2 days without being discovered, when the horse lady rides
through.
***
Yeah...empty
cries. more of it. Gropers. That's what we are. Looking for an empty space. at
night. While you sleep. I come into your room and weep. And touch you while you
sleep. Or even watch you from the street. Put a message on a wire. "You
Mean a great deal to me." The feeling exists right above the keys and I
can't turn the keys around. Still groping. Do you hear me? Revolve and last.
Forget her. Look. Out of all this it will emerge. I'm mad. Empty cries, man.
Empty cries. Here they come...(cries) Time is all that separates us?? That's it!...onnnh. Everything
I say is an empty cry to a place I don't know and should not go. To u.
Beautiful you. If there was a way, I would take it. Meanwhile, try to be over
her if you can. I couldn't hide my yearning. Mighty mighty. So naked. She was
like nature. You don't commune with nature. She doesn't give a shit about you.
She would much rather you left her alone. She might like her man a certain way
but she'd like the rest of us to be goofy and neutered. I'm telling you. She
could make nice people ugly and solid people dull, dull as dull can be. And
then just as easily turn it around. The chance of a lifetime, passing... After
telling her not days before that I felt no time in her presence, she became dull and ordinary and I slept again.
Day 3,
right? No! A year later and I'm still stuck on day two. You have this
knowledge. You own this information. It was given to you. And you operate in
blandness. You leave it alone. You look back on it later. And you feel like a
dope. You missed it. You try to get past the platitudes but that's
impossible...And you gotta be true. It's the opportunity. There it sits. You're
cautious. The opportunity passes. It slips by. And you watch it go. Most times,
actually. It happens. You let it go. Whatever. You don't pay no mind. You think
you did the right thing. But you let it go.
When the
dream stops, the reality begins. I was kissing her face in the dream. And in
the dream, I was thinking, there was this looming dread, because each piece of
the dream was eaten by a piece of reality, perfect eaten by imperfect. Fantasy
trading for pleasure nonetheless, and that's the bargain. Expectation losing to
achievement. Achievement looking for spoils, finding nothing.
But there
it is, right? Here we are. 3 days, bud. And now your time is up, up, up, up...
The Standing Man speaks:
Tell me
where to find the riders.
You fool.
They are loyal to none.
I will
trace them. They will be my warriors. They won't turn on me... Tell me...
There's
nothing you can do that hasn't been done to me already.
The Standing Man pulls the trigger
of his revolver. The hammer eases back and snaps forward smashing the cap. The
explosion pushes the bullet out of the chamber, through the barrel, into the
light, breaking air as it travels; past cloth, past hair, skin, the flesh of
the kneeling man. The kneeling man is left with no strength and caves to the
earth.
Sing:
We don't
become older
Only more
aware
Older
means stronger
In any
case
You
decide when to care
Allow
things to be
There is
no more time
Arise
free with hope
Time no
more
There is
no more time!
Then No
More Division
Between
life and death
You go
where you will!
This we
ode to the kneeling man
The men are singing and present
that song. Inside the mind of the S man, synapses fire repeatedly and
registering. The ears are warm and ringing.
All of the sensors which go into
placing a step. The electro-physiological process in lifting a leg in order to
find locomotion. The gyroscope balancing of weight, initiating forth the
sequence of muscular firing of fibers, the dialogue between neural and tactile
is engaged. The standing man whom we'll call S is leaving...
***
In the town called Grid, eyes see.
Feet fall. Nostrils breathe. Skin feels and dusk by breezes cools thicker air.
Tears fall from the face of the Standing man!
In the town. A balladeer serenades
the Waiting Woman. The balladeer known as Pablo, a Dashing Man. The Waiting
Woman looks down at him from a window while he sings from the street. (as S
walks by, the lovers argue)
Well, I disagree with you!
You do? Then you're an idiot!
I hate that place! I don't want to go in there. It's depressing. Very depressing, dear!
Well, you've spent enough time in there yourself!
Stayin out late at nite! While I sit by the fire....?!
Good night!
And sweet dreams to you, my
dear!...
S enters the main street and finds
the General Store. The store is entered and inside found food and stuffs.
Proceed.
...Yes, sir, how can I help you.
There is the Dashing Man, running
the General Store. He has a pencil and must order goods that will meet the
demand. The
goods will be delivered via stagecoach. Example: paper collars, paper, linens,
guns, ammunition, clothing, tools. This dashing man is a strong dork. His name
is Pablo. But it is really Paul. Paul is no longer speaking Spanish. He stopped
a long time ago but he thinks he is, but he isn't. He only speaks in the same
animated way he used to.
The Standing Man speaks:
I want to
see the proprietor.
We don't
take credit. I have cash flow problems right now! Once a year! Stagecoach comes
once a year! We get REACHED once a year! I cannot get the flow down with that
kind of schedule!
The Standing Man puts the box of gold on the counter, speaks:
I want
you to take my picture.
Your
picture? Well, I have that machine.
Does it
work?
The picture. It's for family or?
I bashed my face in. Look at it. Who would have thought vanity a bashed face.
The Standing man looks in the mirror. He fixes his face. He speaks to himself:
Are you
ready Mr?
They proceed with the taking of
the picture. The Dashing Man makes sure Daniel
is comfortable and finishes setting up the
daguerreotype machine. The Dashing Man, known
as Pablo, lost in thought, speaks:
...um...your eyes...
The Dashing Man wipes tears from
the face of the Standing Man. The Dashing Man chooses when to push the button
and then he pushes the button. The Dashing Man gives the "forever
friends" piccy to S. S looks at it. Hands it to the Dashing Man. S:
This is
really me?
Indeed.
Remarkable isn't it?
I need
riders.
Riders?...mmm.
Yes, sir.
I know of
riders.
Tell me
sir about the riders. Are they warriors?
They are
soldiers sir, without allegiance. This makes them true warriors.
And are
they reliable?
That is
absolute. I contract them, apparently...do you understand?
And what
do you think a fair price for these men might be, sir?
25
dollars a day.
For all?
For each
man.
I only take men with broken hearts.
Makes 'em brave, i reckon. You just don't care whether you live or whether you
die. The broken hearts makes the pain tolerable.
These are men for me and I'm for them, Pablo. Do you know?
He gives the money.
Ay yay
yay yay! That's my man! Come back tomorrow.
What's
the name of the pretty lady in the window as you enter?
Her name?
Why?
Give the picture to her. Make sure you see her face when you give it to her. I'm coming back tomorrow. You have my men.
The lady from before. She waits.
There is a man and she talks endlessly about the man who never will arrive.
Waits and remembers. No one in town is good enough. The Waiting woman and The
Dashing Man walk together. Sing:
Deep down I heard the poem and wept
Deep down where all the jewels are kept
Under water my neighborhood
I heard the poem and understood
I find I'm crying for my kin
Their lives end where fishes swim
I lie down on an ocean bed
I lie, dark water o'er my head
The Dashing Man speaks;
When did
you meet him? Because you've been together forever right?
30 years.
30 years.
Right. And you were how old?
19.
Ok,
that's what i thought. So you had your fun. And you grew up in town?
Yes.
Right. So
you had your fun.
Yes.
You had
your fun.
She invites him into her bedchambers. He is alone with her. She asks:
Is something wrong?
Oh! What difference does it make? Why do you care? Oh! I have to be in your dreams. Oh! woman! I wanna get in your soul.
Thank
you.
You ...
What?
...I'm
helpless. I'm sorry....But you.
Yes.
It isn't
these things that I've done which causes me shame.
No.
No...It's
that I've tried to hide these things for so long which causes me to hold
myself...I-- cannot go on. Please ma'am. Ah. I no longer produce fluid from sex
acts. Ejaculate with nothing. Nothing is there! O God! It's dry. Curse this
drought. Curse it. Curses. Damn you drought! Oh, MO! I love you!
The Dashing Man throws himself onto the lap of the Waiting
Woman, whispers:
(I love
opera. I love Tosca especially. I love the singers. I would love to be an opera
singer. You can read about them in here! Imagine that life. Dressing up in fine
clothes day or night! Black tie and tails. Long gorgeous hair, clean by bathing
every day, trim beards...mm ..taking strawberries and champagne. Ejaculating
all day and singing all night! Oh!)
I'm going to tell you the truth that it is me that suffers. How many times have I died? The Missing Man always comes back in order to let me die again. But there it goes. And the Missing Man knows.
S enters
GS again. Waiting.
The special Woden soldiers have yet to show up. The Dashing Man enters. S
collars The Dashing Man, aka Paul, aka Pablo. S speaks:
Where's my men. You said today.
The coach
is 6, 7 miles out. The wagon blew up on a stump. They're coming on foot. It
happens...You`re
gonna have to wait!
I did wait. I gave you money and you gave me your word.
Fuck you, fuck you. You should be strung up by your balls, I'll piss on you,
you can suck the shit out of my ass when I can't shit. I shit on you. Fuck you
you you piece of shit. I'm gonna kill you.
Mr.
wait... Wait! A word sir...
What is
it?
You saw a
man?
A man?
Singing
to the woman.
Well, I
did.
That man
is me.
You?
Yes.
That was
you?
Yes. I
must tell you. I am first in line for her attentions. I sing for her and her
alone. The woman here reads your mind. That woman is the woman you saw in the
window. Every man who lives or even passes through is ready to give everything,
his life in order to have her! You see? Imagine- she can read your mind. What a
relief that is.
Did you
show her the picture.
Would you?
I don't know....I don't know what I'd do. I don't know what I did....Can you help me? I'm not sure I'm who I say I am. You seen me? The picture doesn't lie. But maybe I was not in my right mind. Don't ever remember, don't ever remember.
Well, I wish I could help you.
Do me a favor. Let me see that old rifle. You got
bullets?
I do indeed! Que calor! No?
Mmm...
...I never thought about using a gun. But if the Dashing Man is pushed over the edge, he or anyone would, effortlessly, naturally. Sometimes you have to shoot. They were created that way.
The Standing Man purchases the rifle from the Dashing Man
and exits the General Store. The Dashing man speaks:
I'm pretty relaxed about your flirtation with my wife. I guess she's pretty happy with me. ...You know...I think it should be fine. It's gonna be fine.
The Dashing Man, kneeling, is serenading the Waiting Woman again. Sing:
Can we have
The old time
Stretching into evening
No, it's not possible
It's over...
Mo, I love you
You're my favorite
I love holding you
You, please, soft
When I had my way with you
I loved you, you
It's true
I only wanted time with you
I go against myself, for you, dear
As I feel your answer come
Don't say yes or no
I want, only to-
(all sing)
Endure, dear, endure, endure, endure...
The Standing man fires into the back
of the Dashing Man. The Dashing Man falls. He turns to
speak:
They may turn on you. If they come, and they will come. Trust me...It's in the contract....
The Dashing Man dies in the dirt.
The Waiting Woman sings:
There was no
quiet time
But I cannot lie to you
I'm not sad for that
Only for...
Your lack of words, it seems
You would not find them here...
Floating down streams
In dreams with my missing man
Now it's only sad, that's all
That you could not express yourself
Now it's over, over, o-v, gone
Forever to -
(all sing)
Endure, dear, endure, endure, endure...
The
Standing Man speaks:
I found
you - your menace- I felt you,
operating on the 6 sense. Looking for music-eyes to connect to. You were strong
and desperate, streets behind you. But I beat you any way. Well, it became
clear I had the advantage. I did not plan to win. You got winded and your
weakness turned on you. And...I win you. But here, victory turns on itself, for
what looked like and felt like victory was only the awakening of a monster
inside myself. Haunted. I worry and lie awake at night wondering if you will
find me.
Only when my body is spent can I sleep. Only to wake again with that sickening
dread. Now, I drink.
The Standing Man takes the Dashing
Man's canteen and tries to take a drink but it is empty. The Standing Man walks
into Mo's house. Mo speaks:
I see you
In a town
When I find I split apart
But the have-to-halves
Did not know ...
That these Eyes of mine, so dry
They cry, tears of blissful fire
And see that I won't die
In this town split by desire
Faithful only to my sins I, friar
And, Devoted to -
(all sing)
Endure, dear, endure, endure, endure...
(Endure, dear, endure, dear,
Darling don't be sure about it
Endure, dear, endure dear, etc...)
The
Waiting Woman speaks:
I am Memory. You don't exist until I say you do. I of course have many questions but they aren't important. Why ask questions that you know the answer to? I know my weakness. But I make up for my weaknesses with awareness. There are no surprises here. I don't know how else to determine the validity of a man without these questions. The questions themselves aren't so important, but your answers are. You see what I'm observing? Is your behavior? I'm watching you? Your face and limbs? How you react to the sentence? You're already shifty? You won't look me in the eyes? What have you truly done? Meanwhile, your shame is running out head to toe. Why work to avoid it, still it runs. That's the missing man. I have been waiting for many years, and I don't give up the hope in waiting. Am I at odds with that?? Well, not so much that or him, but with you and him, and him, and anyone else who has come through here and all of that. It's true. Because he will return. I tend to rule out events before they can manifest. I tend to be cooler than you might expect, now a simple country woman, simplifying the rapport God wrought. It's not that simple, I know. (for I know my part)....but it's the only way I can deal. You know? Come here. Let me look at you. Are you thirsty?
Yes.
She gives him water. S:
I want to
touch you.
You
always stink.
Mostly
yes.
And your
shit stinks doesn't it.
Yes.
And your
breath stinks. And you still think you're a man?
I do
ma'am.
A man
worthy of my attention?....Have you ever taken a female!
Yes.
Of
course. Who wasn't ready!
Yes.
Have you
ever taken a woman against her will!
Yes.
You have
raped!
Yes.
And
you've been taken by men haven't you.
No. I
have raped men. And boys.
And do
you still think you're a man!
I do.
Did you kill a man?
I can't even remember. I can't even remember. Tell me. I tell you I will love you.
1. Choice. If I want to I could choose something else. But I didn't. I chose this. By choosing this, which is my choice, it is my favorite. I give up all other? 2. Sight. Where am I supposed to look? What am I supposed to see? What do I do with these eyes. Take my sight away. 3. To be desired. It feels good to at least be desired. You want to be desired, -if just for a little while. No answer?
the gun
and
one bullet. it only takes one...
Kiss and holding and stuff.
S Sings:
Underneath the blue tonite
Underneath the fading light
W sings:
Crying for my kin it seems
Lying down to endless dreams
S sings:
Tears come out without a trace
Pull the water o'er my face
Sing:
I lie down on an ocean bed
I lie, dark water o'er my head
Deep down I heard the poem and wept
Deep down where all the jewels are kept
The Standing Man says:
I like this life. You did the right thing.
What did i do?
Like this.
I didn't do anything for you.
I like our life. Do you like it? The Standing Man is convinced that he is not a killer.
("He cannot lie. He simply cannot. If he was to lie, he would become
undone. So he simply does not") That he never killed. The half-life and the sickness. A constant
half-life. The Standing Man wants to be close to you. He does.
Well, there is a girl now. And the
girl is coming into town right now. She is younger than the other girl, She is
arriving now. Toma nota, hombres. Her name, is Juny. She talks about animals.
And stutters. stumbles, she has a remarkable gift for not saying anything. But
today is a different day.
She speaks:
Twas an unnecessary act! Twas!
Twas, o it twas!!! You did all that for...?
The men/man stand(s) in stunned
silence. The
Waiting woman takes Juny into her arms and brings her to her house. She says:
There there. Take care. We'll be alright. No matter what we will be alright. There there. She walks. Take a moment to get out of the sun and dust. If you can just rest...
My father has died on the stagecoach. I've run from there. He was ill but still wanted to accompany me-Ohhh!
Now, now. I assure you, it will be handled. There's nothing you can do about that now.
Ohh...
It's alright. What's your name girl?
My name is Juny.
Welcome, Juny. Can I offer you something?
Water... please.
Atta girl. Rest.
Thank you.
Oh, don't thank me. I'm happy to have company. When you're alone, you do everything. When you do everything for a long time, it takes a toll. Even if you do nothing all day long, it carries its own cost too. Everything and nothing. But alone, you get away with things for a lot longer. You're alone, now too.
Mm.
Having company, it makes the day go by faster. Don't you think?
Yes, yes...
The Waiting Woman provides her with water.
You and I, we will not be pitched into binary assignations.
Resting there, there. People are sleeping, people are always sleeping. I will rest too. There...What brings you here?
My father had land here.
Oh? You're claiming land? I think that's very respectable. That's not something you will see everyday. At one time, Grid was a private paradise mysterious and unknown with gardens and street lamps entered full of possibility. Now, you might find 4 souls in totality. It's all dried up I'm afraid. This drought that doesn't end. Thirst. Water dancing. The protest of a starving drought town: throw the water away. throw it in the dirt. Other nationtowns cry "No!" but their neighbors say "Let them flush the whole town away." Cats and people poking through trash and mud for soggy remains to suck. Juny is there. She speaks to the Waiting woman. I rush when I see trouble to start and I will watch out for you.
It's too much trouble.
I want to do it. It's no trouble. It's a pleasure. I'm so grateful for your company. If it makes you feel better, I know you would do it for me. Am I right there?
Of course. I like helping people too.
Yes, it's a routine. There's no partial control here, no control at all in fact. I'm sure you're aware...
Yes.
There are some charming aspects here which still remain....The dogs....Do you love the little dogs you see here in the street.
They are quite thin I think.
The Waiting Woman smiles. Juny
asks:
Are you joking? It's a joke?
It's not!
Who is he?
I don't know what you'd call it. These are all men driven, driven by need.
Are they?
You're not surprised? You must know, there is something particular to them. Their
focus. They have their projects and pursuits and as it's been that way since
they were children. This one has it, that one had it. They - It's only kind to say it...
Yes.
Oh, woman. I've gotten used to being alone. Am I lonely? It gets so tiresome. You know?
You know, I don't have that problem. At least the time alone doesn't bother me. And I enjoy time with my girlfriends. We will go out. It's fun.
What a word...
Of course. Yes. And all the young men in the township are crazy. Silly, really. Some now have horseless carriages! How vain. And what fun it is. To ride around, in all that silliness?
I know.
Oh, but-- I'm sorry. Forgive me, but how could you know?
What?
Oh, but you don't know. How could you know what it's like to ride around with boys in auto-mobiles?
I know what it's like.
I'm sorry. Of course. I only wanted to tell you that it's fun to be seen.
Am I giving you the right to tell
me who I am? O, no. No, Juny. It doesn't work like that. No! I won't let you do that to me. It's not always bad.
I'm sorry. It's not my place. Please....
You cannot give in woman. My man died long ago but can I tell these hounds? That would be giving in. I stay inside and make them believe I still have someone- OH!! I miss him so. you'll never know. But we were truly made for each other. I miss him. My heart....If I've seen the other side, I don't remember it. I know myself riding up to the edge again only to shrink away. The myth of existence. It's a subtle shift in your imagination. Imagine you witness it. The most profound and touching thing, you say "my life has changed forever", forever, and by dawn, it is forgotten. If you cut everything, dear, there will be nothing left but the glittering mind.
The Waiting Woman sings:
Come to
the key of evening
With dusk
deepening
Come up,
come leavening
Past the
parapet
(The key to
everything)
Here
between the earth and sky
A void
exists
A crack
up high
Unknown
to anyone
The place
where lost lies lie
All but Juny sing:
Come Up
Here !!
Into this
void
In the
sky
With blue
and blackness rolling by...
The men sing:
Say it
over and over
You never
will know her
Here's
the reason why:
Look, it
was not you
It was
her father
This son
who had a daughter
She would
not tell you why
She kept
this lie inside
She held
out the balance
By the
way of work
Unaware
and lost
And
inside the sea
Of
anonymity
All the
creatures do
Circle
and twist
With
small dignity
W sings:
Here see
the untaken road
A trail
deemed cold
Those you
thought bold
Those you
can't fold
Like
Silver and gold
O, the
lies untold!
Sing:
See earth
reared,
See
hea'en coiled
Come Up
Here !!
See the
effort and the spoils
Come to
the key of evening
With dusk
deepening
Come up,
come leavening
Past the
parapet
(The key to everything)
Juny speaks:
I'm sure it isn't easy.
Where are you going?
I must be boring, I feel.
No! Please stay inside. Stay a little longer. Thank you for visiting with me.
Madam. The eyes have died. Though
not old. Can you feel your self disappear? Can you feel your self disappear in
the eyes of others? What did doubt do? It gave a clear attitude no matter how
mundane. I want you to- to give up. I watched my
mother. waited, for my mother to
give up. She had dreams of achieving, too. But. She's no good. Please, give up,
I say. Give up now.
I actually don't want too many
things.
All but the Waiting Woman sing:
And the wall
By the sea
And where you touched my hand
Thru the hole
I could see
It stands for keeps, I heard you speak, I understand your
hand for me by the sea
And I dream for 600 years
And I sing as the darkness nears
For myself
But my father hears
Crying happy tears
And time goes by
Your sea is dried
And the Earth cracks apart
The town it falls
All roofs and walls
In caves darkest parts
All streams and things
White fishes bring
No eyes and they're old
Still further down
(You're falling down)
The water gets cold
Great Passage here
Let's persevere
Like our Father did before
The pressure builds
The science killed
And now nothing more
What fantasy?
Where does this lead
To your heart I suppose
But it doesn't end
This time my friend
And the time, still it goes
Juny takes a walk. The Standing Man is waiting for her.
Hello. I guess you know it was me that was looking at you before. You have a problem?
Do I have a problem?
What are you doing here?
This land is mine.
This is yours?
Yes.
You can claim it, eh?
Yes, I can.
Well....go ahead. (laughing) You can have it, I would think, and no one would know the difference!
Juny climbs into his arms.
No.
But- Ah, I don't care. She's like those kind of women. They're so nice, you take advantage of them. They have no principles. You cannot offend them because they have no principles. No principle other than their own pleasure. You can say anything you want about her 'cause eventually it will be true!
There is a moment where it appears as though the couple are making love. ..I tore open the pleasure. And I didn't even need to. You said as much, I guess. From a dream, I was commanded, "Go West." I don't want to hurt you, I only want to pretend hurt you, convincingly. This is reality. I can't bear the thought of actually hurting anyone! I woke up in a shout. b/c I couldn't find a way out...And now I'm here. This is my handout to you!
The Waiting woman sits calmly in her chair. She speaks softly to the Younger Woman known as Juny.
Do you see color?
Color. Colors?
Do you see colors or black and white?
I don't know. I never thought about it. What does colors mean?
Not just in contrast. Black and white.
I don't see the difference. Well, which is better?
I like colors. Colors comfort me. If I could I would have all of them. If I had- The color wheel would be mine. And I- You could. Take it. And we would have it and I would share it with you and we would love it and we would care and we would take each day and say this is this color or this is that. And the colors would not end and the colors would be called different names and the colors wouldn't mind and the colors would survive and...And one color smooth without texture or quality is something to long for.
...Is it?
You wouldn't know. I'm tired, I'm tired dear. I'm leaving now.
Come back for me.
Of course.
You will. I know you will.
My heart. Broken now too. On my knees, apparently. Breaking. Collapsing. Crumbling. I am here. On the floor with you. My child. MY precious child. Look at me. My face was once like yours. Your skin. Your eyes. Like infinite and vast lands scooped up and brought close. Like that now. and oh! once inside the woe child you will recognise it every time and forever. For it's my time now. Now is the time. Look me in the eyes. With comfort. Don't look away. I said it's alright. I always say that.
Uhm...Ok. We have to get you inside. You. Daniel. Take the dead.
The Standing Man known as Daniel
says:
Oh.
The Waiting Woman:
Oh God, you're actually helping. Praise God. Now there's three.
The Waiting Woman is impressed. For the briefest moment, there are three. A universe for the most forgotten page in an eon. Sing:
Broken
Ladies
Covered ones
You thought it
Over
And done
Stand and step into the sun
You're needed
To tempt me
Again
Tempt me
Take me
Again
We'll be bliss-filled til the end!
Take me to beyond
Take me to beyond
I'll show you
My hand and
The town
Strolling
Pleasure
Abound
Hope-filled hearts pacing the ground
Gabriel don't be long
Gabriel don't be long
S and Juny have some kind of life
together, rapid and unanticipating. S is busy building a fortress for her. He
hopes with wood he will protect her from Woden's soldiers. Juny speaks:
Coming to this town has given me the opportunity to explore my moral fiber! For this, I am grateful! You people here are subjects of pleasure and you know no higher authority. When I say you know of no higher authority, I mean just that. You don't know. And you never will know. Your sphere of awareness is physically limited to your pleasure. Your dreams of receiving will be and this will forever satisfy you. Your belief will always be rewarded. Your expectations will always be met. You are too understanding and too kind to stop the progress of mankind and its selfish elements! I am not happy and I am proud. You have too much respect for that to make any change. And so I proclaim here that I officially laugh at you. And give you all my disrespect. And you must take it. You will take it.
I was a slave....
On the other hand. To be fair. This place is like no other - a place to explore and recognise what we as humans are capable of --so much more. I know no other place like this place...I will miss you.
The Standing Man:
The men are gathering for the hunt. Woden sounds behind the horizon over the lip. A sharp cliff cuts the earth and below registers sound to swallow you whole. It is the great hunt begun and someone is caught and brought up. And they will come for you. But we won't let them. Don't look into the sky. Avoid their eyes. When they see you see them, their music - eyes, alive. O! Do not be frightened my child. The landscape of woe swallows you and takes the town and the next. They are men and their women who never reached beyond good and evil and they want you for their trade. Don't be their slave. I'm warning you. Their world of woe awaits.
Mo enters with the Wild Hunt... Sing:
A love...
The Great Hunt takes Juny into the
sky to ride wild and forever. The song enters, too, everybody. The Standing Man
is left alone in the town once known as Grid. All but the Standing Man sing:
Look how the frozen cowboy stands
Sings the song in his head
Look how the frozen cowboy stands watching the sunset
Covered in snow
On the fork of two roads
All his dreams filled
As his body gets cold
Keep the melody in your head son
Our frozen cowboy stands still as his body gets cold
Do you think he gets stronger on the fork of two roads
Keep the melody in your head, son
Keep it just in your head
AH, AH!
AH, AH!
End.