Heart Play
My thoughts are wounds in my head. My brain is a scar. I want to be a machine. Arms to drag legs to walk no pain no thinking. (Heiner Müller , 'Hamletmachine' )
Heartplay
A May I lay my heart at your feet.
B If you don't make a mess on my floor..
A My heart is clean..
B We'll see, won't we..
A I can't get it out..
B Would you like me to help you..
A If you wouldn't mind..
B It'll be a pleasure. I can't get it out either..
A cries.
B I will remove it surgically. What have I got this penknife for anyway. We'll have this sorted out in no time. work will keep you from despair. Right, there we are. But this is a brick. Your heart is a red brick..
A Yes, but it beats only for you..
(1981)
A beats B to death with the brick..
(Addition, July 1991).
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from Heiner Müller Theatremachine translated and edited by Marc von Henning