"Tall, wooden spears (from Brazil) are perched along a wall, and some Chinese calligraphy hangs on another. And on tables and chairs and the rest of the floor, you see African masks and drums and canes, along with dozens of Inuit carvings of birds and hunters. All these treasures are from Crombez' travels around the world, searching for the Simple Truths, the Guiding Principles of Healing. Travel to the Outer World of cultures and countries and to the Inner World we humans inhabit when we're sick and want to be healed but don't know how"(cbc: ideas abolut healing)
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). ------------- Heiner Müller ----------------- from Heiner Müller Theatremachine translated and edited by Marc von Henning
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