[Upd-discuss] [RFC] The Lightning Tree : Act II P ii & Act III
cyfarwydd
adam@diamat.org.uk
Fri, 02 Jun 2006 16:14:14 +0100
Act II P ii : A Rose for Ecclesiastes
> The tree groans loudly
[ following the dance of the single member ]
> Its roots grasp the occupant
> by the calfs
>
> "Ouch ...
>
> You back then ?
>
> Ouch, what you doing ?
>
> It's not me that's laughing !?"
>
> "Why do you humor them so ?" barks the tree
>
> "Is bear bating verboten ?" answers the occupant
>
> The lightening tree roots climb up the occupant
> and squeeze
>
> "Mammal !
>
> Do not
> Confuse me
> with a puritan !
>
> Or I will surely confuse you !" barks the tree
"Ow ...
You found something then ?"
the occupant appears to giggle
"Now I hear ... "
exclaims the bearded man
"The tree is a she !
She dehumanises you ...
And you like it !
At times likes these !
Step away from the tree
She roots you and she tries to root me
You must leave her here ...
You must leave here ..."
"Bearded man ..." answers the tree
"She, is the cat's mother
She,
He,
It,
Us,
We,
I am a tree of Emain Abhlach
Many things have passed through me,
Yet i remain whole in part a tree of emain abhlach
And for the duration, i occupy the occupant
As the occupant occupies me
But you are correct ...
The occupant does delay ...
Let's squeeze ...
http://www.infowars.com/articles/iraq/du_queens_death_star.htm
Let's squeeze ...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/attackonlondon/story/0,,1578396,00.html
Let's squeeze ...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Katrina"
The bearded man sits down
and observes the intercourse
"Now myth maker ...
Answer me ...
Did we survive ...
http://mparent7777.livejournal.com/8124727.html ?"
queries the tree
"Oh ..." cries the occupant
"Give me a lever and i will fix the world !"
"Ah ...
You would fix the world
in your own image !"
Exclaims the bearded man
"That's your game !"
"My image !" answers the occupant
"What,
A character from balamory
Man, you make me laugh !"
"Answer him occupant ..." barks the tree
Tell him why you delay ...
Tell me why you make a wardrobe out of us !
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2089-2200170,00.html"
"Haditha ...
Hastinapura ...
You make me shiver
No, no, not again !!
I've got a car
It's as big as a whale ... "
cries the occupant
"Jonah, jonah
Why you cry
I'll be your yoni shakti
But answer ...
Every day that passes,
Cascades this misery"
"It's not my fault !"
cries the occupant
"Ah ...
But any fault of yours
Is entwined now occupant !
You nose this !" barks the tree
"No !" replies the occupant
"A fault is entwined around me !
It eats me and my kind
through out our history !
It devours our planet,
as it devours us from within
it accumulates, wars, then sheds its skin
slivers, then it begins again
i know it's number !
ten a penny,
i watch it move
i study it, it is crafty
but so am i,
i avoid its charm,
its glistens not for me,
i will sustain,
i will make a dam
adharma, out of me
and ...
and ... we will grow free !"
"You know its number !?"
But you do not act !?"
gasps the bearded man
"Are you in its league ...
"What kind of monster are you ?!"
"Bearded man ..." answers the tree
"Do you confuse this mammal for a monster ?
Let's hear its answer:
Why you here occupant
Are you just a lawn mower ...
Answer ...
Are things getting better in our wardrobe ?"
"No !!" cries the occupant
"Not again !! ...
Joanie, joanie, blows a kiss ..."
"Why you cry" queries the tree
"Every day that passes, cascades this misery ..."
"Yes, but everyday that passes we grow !" answers the occupant
"Tell us !
Tell us why *you* are stuck here !" barks the tree
"I care !" snaps the occupant
"I care !"
"Care ... care ?
Is that the only reason you are here ?!"
Queries the bearded man
"Isn't *that* reason enough ?!" snaps the occupant
Listen ...
There's billions like me !"
The tree roots climb further,
now the occupant is fully en-caged
its heart begins to palpitate
"No,
You are still hiding something ...
"Tell us why you're here !"
continues the tree
"Gone fission,
There's a sign upon their door"
answers the occupant
"Tell us !" barks the tree
"Confusion !" replies the occupant
You just can't believe me ...
Even the closest do not see ...
It slivers now, devours another scarcity
But it will not rape me !
I will rip it from my shoulder
And stamp upon its mortal coil !"
"Answer !" barks the tree
"Answer ! Amanza ! Amanza ! Amazona !"
shouts the occupant
"You're drifting ...
You're drifting ...
Yes ...
Yes, man answer,
Answer for me" quietens the tree
"I love *this* world" states the occupant
"You love this world ?" queries the bearded man
"Yes,
tout le monde" states the occupant
"Is *this* the reason we you are here ?!"
queries the bearded man
"Isn't *that* reason enough ?!" states the occupant
"Hear ...
There's billions like us !"
"You are still hiding something ..." twines the tree
"I am hiding love"
"*Love* ?
Is that your commodity ?" queries the bearded man
"No !
it is the real production method now ...
as it always ever has been ...
You just won't believe me ..." begins again the occupant
"Enough, no more ..." quietens the tree
"Somethings can not be hidden"
"Hidden did what canute could not" cries the occupant
"Enough ..." quietens the tree
"You released the ring some time ago
To those that could feel and hear,
but could not see"
Act III : Laozi calling Dani Boy
[ Queen ]
Brigadier,
We've been expecting you
What's the prognosis ?
How's the dr ?
[ Brigadier ]
One move from mate Ma'am
[ Queen ]
Mate !
Mate ?
The dr is no more than a thief in the night !
Why does he not steal the mate then !?
As he stole our sovereignty !
[ Brigadier ]
He says that your sovereignty stole him Ma'am
and he's returning the game gwyddbwyll
he's ending a greek war
and prays that the other wars will follow suit
( the brigadier places the gwyddbwyll upon the table )
[ Brigadier ]
The dr says the move is yours
[ Queen ]
Our move ?
[ Brigadier ]
Yes, he suggests that you take the centre ground
( The queen looks at the game )
[ Queen ]
Centre ground ?
[ Brigadier ]
Reality Ma'am
[ Queen ]
Reality,
What does the dr know about reality ?
He lives in platonic myth and riddle !
[ Brigadier ]
Yes Ma'am
That's one of the reasons
Why the move has to be yours Ma'am
For you are the real, Ma'am
And therefore you will be believed
He does not envy your position
[ Queen ]
Quite,
Why else must this move be ours
[ Brigadier ]
Ma'am
You wear the roman rig
[ Queen ]
Roman rig,
Roman rig !
He has dancers dancing
Lords a leaping
And garbs us in roman rig
Why ?
[ Brigadier ]
Ma'am
He tells me that in all his studies about our kind
It is the women who suffers time and time again
The confusion of others, the confusion of men
He wants you well defended
He does not envy your position
[ Queen ]
Quite
And what about the naming ?
[ Brigadier ]
Ma'am
There's been a few suggestions
Gnu new york has recursive appeal with the geeks
New lancaster has a ring of liberty about it
But the dr argues
that the naming should be your choice
And advises that
a naming can often trap the named
for worse or for better
[ Queen ]
Quite
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