Category: Writing
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Drowsy
Drowsy… I wake in pieces. My body returns before my mind consents. The drone of the plane inside, remembered already. I turn my head and see you. Not a surprise. Recognition. Not a beginning. No origin. Trace the source. Have we have always been seated together in this narrow row? Suspended. Moving. I am a…
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signs. – An Abridgement – Act V
the beginning (The curtain opens to the new MESSIAH nee ARMADILLO, nee ONE, positioned or more properly strewn in the end position of act three, still unmoved and unmoving. The JANITOR enters whistling, dragging a mop and bucket to dispose of the big brown mess made by the previous act tragic bus accident. Exactly 60…
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signs. – An Abridgement – Act IV
visions of stew (Please put on your 3-D glasses now.) Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. as and and end the overture fades through memory as when the ambience is heard the curtain already opened and opening the latest MESSIAH has as expect aspect adopted and is brussel a sprout positioned so shore say strewn sprawled bus strewn…
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signs. – An Abridgement – Act III
love (The “city” is still in place, looking about as happy as a city can look with OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE lurking in the shadows. ARM sits in a folding chare situated in the exact spiritual center of the stage. Exactly sixty seconds after the curtain is opened, ARM rises momentously.) ARM: How do I love thee?…
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signs. – An Abridgement – Act II
signstwo – An Error (The curtain rises. ARMADILLO nee ONE is sleeping next to a building in the “city” now sitting looking bored. The city looks about as happy as a city an look with OUTRAGEOUS FORTUNE lurking in the shadows. The #1 DIER sits in a folding chare situated in the exact spiritual center…
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signs. – An Abridgement – Act I
prologue There is an essential question which every mortal paradigm must face. Ill-considered the question is subject to ridicule by cruel cruel fate. The desire to act will follow regardless. Greatness almost seems to be a function of publicity. Only the postulation of a divine element could negate these shortcomings. And one must never forget…
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The Legend of signs. – Nihilator Rising
Once upon a time, there was a post-post-post-modern play produced on the south side of Chicago in 1989. Exactly how it got produced remains unclear to this day. All credit goes to the legend that was Nihilator. There was much talent for acting, technical excellence, and then there were the authors who tried their best.…
