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
Full Moon ... Winter Solstice ...
Time Lines ...
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
(T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding)
- See: Terms
:: note :: ... coyoto howls ... there on the floor ... there's a hole ... there's a hole ... there's a whole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's a toe ... there's a toe ... there's a toe in the hole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's a rabbit on the toe in the hole in my mukluk which the world will see ... there's feathers on the rabbit on the toe in the hole in my mukluk which gaia does see ... there's a pouch ... there's a pouch ... there's a pouch in the hole in my mukluk in the bottom of the .... " just gimme that pouch" - & rabbit did ... it was cold ... it was cold ... it was so cold for coyoto ... clutching the pouch ... leaving rabbit with a whole in the mukluk this mid-season ... not knowing barely showing the tears ... pulling the old grey oilman hat down over the eyes ... hiding the face ... howling silent cries in that short day when the sun shines brightest ... oh and the moon ... the moon ... the moon that watery mirror ... there's a song ... there's a song ... there's a song the hole world will hear ... so take good care gaia ... play ...
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