If the scene is nothing, and the production crew is no one, then hire the director, actor, writer, lighting team and cinematographer. Demand action and hope the straw dogs provide some kind of crazy to bounce off of. Can you give them lines by offering lines? Act one, scene one, take two. “This moment is …
If infinitywould quickly devour me I’d see the sun had been turned outand moon plunged into sea All tales eradicatedAll evidence annihilated The toads and hares and worms and bearsall incinerated The purple leaves of plastic treesThe mustard seedof focused greedThe bugs on trailsThe wins and failsThe rocks in patternsLights and lanterns Mary Poppins, Peter …
This poem held up as a desire to be involved in something completely ridiculous. Dress me up in jester clothes. Plaster on the decades. Only to tear off the costume and act surprised it was so simple. Huh.
This play dream world is the mirror. Bitching truth with every little symbol and image. Irony all around mocks and steers to a truth. To avoid desire altogether and tune into what actually happens. What dumb truth is that? But truth enough. Unseen and seen, one in the same. Little bits of miracle like a …
Gloves off. Saw them on the road. Philos character puttering and muttering. Dissolving by the roadside while hitting the marks. Being the soaring tail eagle on the coin instead of the head. So many second chances. Strip off the story of Philos. Let the scene do it for you. If she wants to come, she …
