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prelude
opening strains:
please check your mess here
at the appropriate volume
"we are in the same class," she said
by what estimation, my lady
in the absence of gloves you may powder your hands.
"you respond to a fear of my serious hat":
I've heard they have lots of good things here
see pizza
fingering frets:
my costume is awfully brief
the list said diaphanous
~
consider the opening of the curtains an ordinary morning. there is no
real difference between the faces, and leaves. we have enlisted a
magician, and you will move at a distance of three inches off the
floor. this saves on wax and on ribbons.
you have not been allowed to practise with your partner,
but with a
life-sized replica of approximate shape and weight. you will be
informed by his hands. prepare for variation. hold on no matter what
form he takes, and throw him into the well.
she enters on sidling toes and sings:
calling all monkeys your hands are remanded
with nails for nits and minute picking
calling all wrinkles to peel out the layers
of hours
~
in the lights a series of fragile forms like the floaters
in your eyes.
blink and they rotate thirty degrees. swimming petri. madding
cloud. mandatory amoebae
the sidling gains speed and she sings to herself
you have indifferent patience
and eyes like tacks
your bottom blooms pink you can't do without
swaying
one side two sighs won
then one sigh to side one
the shuffling ducks
enter the doctor
there's a slightly marsupial eye in your pocket and
ears built like saucers and burnished like sun
there is a lack of surprise at the daisy link hearts and
each one is sliced to examine alone
microscopic gesticulations. bits of ash flutter by
butterflies
they scatter like flowers like rice
they spread like milk like lice quick
& sweet
enter the messenger in hard hat and crampons. he clings to the rim of
the cliff as he sings
the nerves of the worm are the beacons of evening
the pestle is polished the chalice is full
you have crooked antennae receiving the news
you have thumbs flat as hammers to press on her wings
[climbing dogged bedraggled
and checking the time]
he whispers
talk to your mattress it
sings at night it
swings
ENTR'ACTE
do you think they are real I
should think it's unlikely her sparkles
are flying her pointes are all bent I yearn
for a biscuit
the lines are daunting I will vote for the
coat of the serious man
there is no indication of casting the die
the bellboy is appallingly gaunt
a thousand times be quiet
but where is the prince?
I have heard in act two that a leap is permitted
I believe in act two they will let out the hands
the young man has superior —
I do too
have you not noticed the signal lights beg pardon we are dead ahead
~
they swing like chickens
je t'éplumerai la tête
je t'ai plu
so you believe
jeté chassé retroussé
it's only the moan of the solo viola
it's only the weeping of feline strings
plié is to fold
the thousand cranes
from the knots they fall they
trussed in primrose ribbon
jeté is to throw
arabesque in a minor
enter the messenger carrying a flower
dripping liquor touché
is not one of our common terms
that I am, she sings [as if to
herself]
his petals knock
dorsals and wings
and my wings, she chants [as if in
demand
enter the curious round beam the doctor has strapped to
his forehead:
luminous enormous loris eye
mr aboriginal original whim runs off to
the forest & leaps on a myth
he has driven the animals
mad uncapping scalpels
bring me the tray
calling all monkeys to sit in the table
to make the most accurate humanoid slides
and draws lines
past a fist pathologist hide
the mice the mice are exploding
pop hallalloo hallalay
the messenger muffles the cries
covers the beds where they lie dyed in aspic in
toning his warning
e.pluribus germs![he nips at the words
she ties on a ribbon and sighs
is this what a girl can expect from the world
chassée draguée crapotée
e. pluribus
germs [he cries
the doctor is polishing knives
I would prefer the bonobo he mutters
I would prefer the inflatable Abel
pouring in whalebone
molds
demonstration:
a light flips on in her breast
"well-developed memory" the pointer indicates "tripartite
spine"
distress the messenger's hisses whispers
je sais plaire play fair
aside:
I somehow believe that our hero is present
he's certainly not very
suavely attired his quods are delightful
& so are his eyes
I think I need a sandwich two straws
please and napkins
elastic pants
elastic fancy plastic
accidents my foremost
achievement
skipping giddy
patholomancy
I vow to discern all the nerves of the worm!
She sidles on seven idle slides she sighs
doctor it's impossible
the doctor is out in
the wild
the doctor is beyond
~
this is your hero deciding to turn on the light. what I cannot not
implied:
release the flies. Forget thee not but
bzzzzzzzzzzz chorus bzzzzzzzzzzzzz chorus chores
the hands like runcibles scoop up his duds
a dense dirigible dives in the sky
I had a kite,
[singing]
Boxed trailing strings
I can pull the whistle even in perfume
I can toll the missile with
whistles and bobs
I had a dragon with
green paper wings
alarum is starting she sings
~
consider the liminal space and limaceous nature of the hero. he is
facing the watch he is forcing the hands. there will be no opera
doctor's opportunity and he receives, have you guessed the proper
name,
he retrieves the message in bent mouth and less breath.
I beg you to hand me my vorpal épée
for use in the duel which I found parchemin
the enmity of the enemy his only identity
parry and thrust, he sings maleficent
concupiscent
ooh tra la la
I follow your luminous toes
to the road
The doctor is marching in narrowed ellipses and charting the amplified
fraying of nerves
point me
this glistening
stolen lucidity
gradually pocketed
eye
dys-infectant
sprayed donation
she peals
the
leaves of her arm
I shall vanquish the sight
snatched swallowed in wet lens
I shall put out the cyclops
for dinner
en garde!
take shreds
of my favour take
charms from
my wrists
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consider the grueling the ensuing duel is terrifying our messenger
thrusts bluntly he's forced to roll dustily out of the range of the
doctor whose angered mechanical passion is pouring in force through his
brandishèd cane
all odds on the doctor the tickets wave gently like fronds in the palms
of the braying
at the end of the brain
cloud
lit din
& glow double
~
enter the shuffling satiny corns and the messes of tendons in rose
déchirée
il me faut un pansement
il m'a fait une pensée
avast, he shouts
creeping at the windows, she sings
prying out the bricks
and you are a chicken he sings
and sweat flies
fie
chickenhawk
enter the final extension the fey motorcade
it roars & it sputters in
ire
wave to the principessa
jump to the golden door
she pulls out her throat and adds two more places and puts on the cloth
and waters the glass
en l'air at ease your attention
none of you stand to win a million
whirl lunge
hardly a
hardily
egg
not a million not a one won half a million even
never say sure thing ever to wager
she waggles her finger she warns
"we are not pleased"
in a megaphone bubble
I am here to shatter your menageries
I am here to swallow your keysincipient pools of puling fools
no words no even
odds to turn
sixteen to one can't win you a lolly
sixteen to one is a shameful mistake
take out the paper and string
on baited hooks I climb
I bide
they froth and they churn
the motors are roaring in plangent distaste
the fumes are appalling
regarde!
le manqué
s' achève the distant resistance
is coming to pass
deposit despotic and pitiless chips [she sings
amniotic pockets
limned
one rash lunge and the nemesis crushed the
messenger limps to our lady and sings
the better to see you
I've brought the macassar
in grasping in fancy I'll
wash you in milk
assemble the motors and bow to the star the princess is preening on top
of the car
cockels and muscles and hubcaps
throw'd up their hands in hurrah
the hero is dripping victorious tears
the fans flap furious spores from the wings
stay the corse
and flatten him softly bring
the rings
and tug on his lobes
pilaster and plaster stalactical forms
gaude and
fidget, she sings
melior gaudior
off
with their dolor
a relevé reveille
dim lights polish silvering
shiver me this
he curls a lip:
calling all monkeys to power the curtains to
pick out the links in my spine
to warp and to fillet the time
EXEUNT [all].
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