Apr 2016
Act I
Scene I
Enter: James, I, thou, her, it, us, him and God.
Me: It's breaking me apart.
Exeunt.
hearts trembled,
and the hyena trembled and
the Jack sighed and
Breathless was the ground.
She comes and goes
And comes and goes around.
Her foot is the dawn redawning.
The splintered night called us vain, and we let it!
We cried, "TAKE US, WE ARE WEAK! We are empty."
There was nothing left of us but stones and rustic anthologies of our sinful pasts.
"Please take us! We can find nothing..., I mean, NOTHING worth living for."
"You dreadful, dreadful dadaist. You simply are missing some Rimbaud in yr life."
"What? Do you want me to rediscover something, eh!? So this is what it's come to, bohemian cliches and worthless dramatic lingo... You know what I think!!? I think Drama can go take a long walk off a short pier!!! My infatuation with love is dead. I was head over heels but now she sleeps with the fishes. That isn't drama, that's the truth."
Scene I
Enter: James, I, thou, her, it, us, him and God.
Me: It's breaking me apart.
Exeunt.
hearts trembled,
and the hyena trembled and
the Jack sighed and
Breathless was the ground.
She comes and goes
And comes and goes around.
Her foot is the dawn redawning.
The splintered night called us vain, and we let it!
We cried, "TAKE US, WE ARE WEAK! We are empty."
There was nothing left of us but stones and rustic anthologies of our sinful pasts.
"Please take us! We can find nothing..., I mean, NOTHING worth living for."
"You dreadful, dreadful dadaist. You simply are missing some Rimbaud in yr life."
"What? Do you want me to rediscover something, eh!? So this is what it's come to, bohemian cliches and worthless dramatic lingo... You know what I think!!? I think Drama can go take a long walk off a short pier!!! My infatuation with love is dead. I was head over heels but now she sleeps with the fishes. That isn't drama, that's the truth."
