THE
SCENE:
The
cave is on a sea coast, facing West. It is within a grove of trees. A stairway
descends the steep wooded slope – the trees look like maple & oak, fairly
young & straight. At the base of the cliff is a rocky shelf, which leads at
once onto a shingle beach, that continues under cliffs to a small, primitive
classical temple and another wood, beneath rocky crags. The sea is glaucous and
quite troubled.
What
is strange is that the stairway extends beyond the wooded cliff, up above the
clouds to where the sun is being laid to rest. This opens up the landscape into
a scene of total allegory, a locus for extraordinary transformations and
voyages. Whatever you want. However you want to read it.
The
light is very muted & silvery, quite fishy, though with ruddy-to-pink shadowings
& shadings. Any people, actual people, are dressed, though, in scarlet.
THE
TWO GREEN BEARS:
It really is not good
for children to be here – oh you
are mistaken to be here – best
for little ones to go, to go, to go
THE
FRIENDLY RED LION:
It is a fine day to be alive!
Let me help you with stories for
once you have told them you can die
THE
LITTLE ELF:
Thrrllp snyy fwrr
Fwrr thrr thrr ghrh
Szhszh szhszh hnrr
THE
BOY TO THE GIRL:
NOTICE
SAINT
THOMAS, CALLED DIDYMUS:
I must believe or I shall die!
My only hope is Our Lady’s Girdle!
Upon its green string I shall hang myself
To prove its real existence & thus
Live for ever.
THE
BOROUGH ORGANIST:
Grind on for ever
despite your cancer &
your cough! Grind
& blur. Your stone
will be your marker
THE
POET:
Please, ma’am, I am a bachelor
but I do hope to study further poetics
& deep theory. I have
a portfolio of workshop poems
that I believe will enable me
to live for ever as a work of art
Fund me! Fund me!
THE
HORSE OF ṢALĀḤAD-DĪN YŪSU IBN AYYŪB
[makes threatening noise of hatred
for
thus he spurns the poet
poor
unbelieving wretch]
THE
JOLLY JUGGLER:
Turn it upside down & float!
Don’t hear a word they say but
concentrate on the deadness in their eyes!
Spring sideways! Leave it &
don’t believe their gift
– it is a Thulian Ice World Cosmogony
absolute accretion of dark matter
unacceptable to any life!
THE
LITTLE FAIRY IN A RED DRESS:
How I love all this world of tutus & of
muumuus!
How delicate & complex like the folds of
our flesh
the prime plasmic reticulum that grounds our
being
rich & diverse as a woodland or any city
always on the border between brute matter
& information
constantly adjusting each moment a universe
how I love it! I love it!
OLD
SAWNEY:
[offstage from within the cave] C
H R I S
G F
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Scene: mise-en-scene is that of Arlington Court Blake watercolour. The North Devon coast to the West of Arlington Court, beyond Barnstaple and Clovelly was the lair of the Clovelly Cannibals (John Gregg and his family).
ReplyDelete& apologies if the subheading "SAINT THOMAS, CALLED DIDYMUS" is not on LHM - I don't see why IE makes it do that