Saturday, December 03, 2005

"Notes from End of the World": #1

"Everyone's here, sitting in their deck-chairs and talking in low voices.
There's Edward and Rhiannon, and they're holding hands even though their divorce came through a week ago.
Their spoiled children are silent, watching the skies as they sit cross-legged on the grass.
There's John, the vicar, and the imam whose name I don't remember,
and they're sitting together, afraid,
and they're holding each other because there's no-one else with the time left to hold them.

And all the thugs and bullies are sat down with their mothers,
and the common is so quiet now and on my cheeks are tears.

And I hold my pale tired children, and as we watch the new dawn rises.
And the light is green and purple and my eyes are turning in.

And the people of the villages hide their heads and end their quarrels, because our futile interactions are as fleeting as our skin.

The dawn is rising higher and a bitter smell encroaches.
We're all molten now like honey
and the tide is drawing in.


At 11:11 pm, Blogger Sable X. Veins said...

"World Peace is only achievable under the following conditions: Imminent Destruction of The World" screams #1. Good.

I would prefer [that bastard American high-profile anti-gay Baptist cunt] and [whoever's in charge of the Sunni/Shi'ite church]in place of the priest and imam - but I suppose that may be too BLUDGEONINGLY OBVIOUS.

Excellent melt-away into poetry at the end. Perhaps the population of the story have actually been turned into poetry - this is a concept I'm working on in the re-write of Commeducation.

At 11:29 pm, Blogger Withiel said...

I like this idea a *lot*. You need to read some Grant Morrison if ideas like this float your boat... There's a wonderful bit in "Marvel Boy" (Alien takes over Earth for our own good and we LOVE HIM FOR IT) where the protagonist is being tortured and turns pain into music, for example...

At 12:02 am, Blogger Sable X. Veins said...

Interesting. I'll look into it if I remember/have the time.

Look forward to more mind-bending metatheatre soon. Oh, and I shall want you to assemble some Wadham[/OU/Brooks] act-ors so I can come and direct it in one of your lovely theatres.


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