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Contents
Harrowing And Uplifting Interviews
In The Cloth Cathedral
In The Depths Of Dead Love
More No Still
HARROWING AND UPLIFTING INTERVIEWS WITH RANDOMLY SELECTED VICTIMS OF THE IMPERIAL WILL
Characters
WARDROBE
A Young Musician
BIBLE
A Young Poet
SISI
A Loved One
THRASH
An Old Woman
ENGINE
An Old Captain
SOLDIER
A Conscript
1
A wretched hut on the frontier. A canvas bed. A YOUTH runs in, naked and wild-eyed. He drags behind him vast photographs with which, flinging himself down, he ineffectively covers himself.
BIBLE: She sends me cunt / she sends me arse / she sends me cunt and arse pictures / and I / oh I /
(He is still. He stares out. A wind moans. At a distance, a bugle sounds.)
required her face to gaze on me / her hair severe / those lowered eyes / and on her lips a prayer / so I / when I lie here / I know somewhere /
(He is still as before. He frowns hugely.)
SHE SENDS ME CUNT AND ARSE PICTURES /
(The wind. He stares out. A cascade of boots, flung by invisible antagonists, causes him to shrink. The boots cease. BIBLE stares out. A violin is sent skimming over the floor. The wind. The distant bugle. An OLD WOMAN enters and squats on her heels. She gazes at the floor. She is an image of patience, endurance, antiquity.)
You are not the solution /
(THRASH ignores him.)
YOU STINK / YOU STINK AND YOU ARE NOT THE SOLUTION /
(A SECOND YOUTH enters, in formal dress. A violin bow limply in his fingers. He frowns, his shoulders droop.)
WARDROBE: Pigs are nearly everybody / and those not pigs / are bears /
(BIBLE spontaneously and bitterly weeps.)
It is / is it not? / profoundly melancholy / not to say grotesque / I am so sparing in my language / and reserve some words / for worse things may need naming that are yet to occur / melancholy / melancholy therefore / that I / by unanimous consent the most prodigiously gifted musician of his generation / and here again I shrink from hyperbole in my choice of words / should be coerced / invited / invited or coerced / these distinctions are debatable / into consuming his most critical and impressionable years performing / not in the provinces / not in some sordid city whose bickering and mediocre orchestra might blunt his sensibilities / but on this frozen frontier which / if the world knows anything of it / knows it to be the most wretched place on earth /
(BIBLE emits a profound sob.)
And worse / if worse were conceivable / performing to an audience of / oh / be wary / Wardrobe / be wary of your words / AN AUDIENCE OF PIGS AND BEARS /
(A boot flies in.)
Yes / yes /
(Followed by others.)
Oh yes / notwithstanding the specious argument / so routinely rehearsed /
(A rain of boots.)
That genius can only benefit from exposure to ignorance / on the contrary /
(BIBLE wails. The boots fly.)
THIS IS DAMAGING ME BEYOND REPAIR /
(The boots cease. BIBLE snorts. WARDROBE stares at the floor. The wind blows. The OLD WOMAN squats.)
Fuck me / mother / fuck or whip me / I don’t care /
(BIBLE, horrified, turns his back on the prospect. The OLD WOMAN ignores WARDROBE.)
FUCK
