The Cutlet
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: And of course, ''the Cutlet'', as itself. | : And of course, ''the Cutlet'', as itself. | ||
- | "An embryo strangles and dictates." | + | "An embryo strangles and dictates." ---? |
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== Act One == | == Act One == | ||
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The stage is completely dark. The spotlight singulates an envelope which comes swishing onto stage, stripping, opening it's contents. The spotlight widens, revealing a scrubby plain, in the manner of the Great Western Dream. Zues is sitting on a boulder. The cutlet is in a barrel, floating in water. The audience can see inside the barrel due to a contraption that projects it's innards onto a screen, center stage. Two ministers operate the machinery, silently, dressed in black and faceless. | The stage is completely dark. The spotlight singulates an envelope which comes swishing onto stage, stripping, opening it's contents. The spotlight widens, revealing a scrubby plain, in the manner of the Great Western Dream. Zues is sitting on a boulder. The cutlet is in a barrel, floating in water. The audience can see inside the barrel due to a contraption that projects it's innards onto a screen, center stage. Two ministers operate the machinery, silently, dressed in black and faceless. | ||
- | Zeus: (exasperated) | + | '''Zeus:''' ''(exasperated)'' |
- | + | : How dare you know? | |
- | + | : How dare you conspire? | |
- | + | :(The envelope, pausing and working her panties, fraught by ears, perks up.) | |
- | How dare you know? How dare you conspire? | + | |
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- | (The envelope, pausing and working her panties, fraught by ears, perks | + | |
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- | up.) | + | |
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- | The envelope: (slow and basaltic .. the need to eye the finger) | + | |
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- | These things will be forgotten; what of it you slinking devils you | + | |
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- | outrageous demons slinking away? and what of my fascination for | + | |
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- | dythrambia? my wife can cum, I can cum shooting out the down flying | + | |
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- | terrorist for five times, my long finger distracted by thumbs, the fact | + | |
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- | that inherent in my shimble is an airwave of skin? Yeddy, it is a | + | |
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- | ganham! | + | |
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- | The Cutlet: (in the barrel to himself) | + | |
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- | How about it, Zeus, you high falutin' water spoutin' Ahab fightin' | + | |
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- | mislocation?! ... Yer invoked despite yer adrogynous compliance... | + | |
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- | (it waves a mit) | + | |
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- | The accident is that which precedes perception | + | |
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- | that long kid-thing | + | |
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- | (now singing despite itself) | + | |
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- | an unexpected burst | + | |
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- | loving | + | |
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- | that which predisposes confusion | + | |
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- | in the hallway | + | |
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- | a priori | + | |
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- | (a startling high note) | + | |
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- | to geo-metric perception: given that | + | |
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- | the mind repeats itself in nylons, gloating, | + | |
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- | still as sweet | + | |
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- | as it ever was | + | |
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- | still the shoe | + | |
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- | upon which | + | |
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- | a balustrade lavishes affectation | + | |
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- | and importance -- | + | |
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- | upon the so-called "gods" | + | |
- | + | '''The envelope:''' (slow and basaltic .. the need to eye the finger) | |
+ | : These things will be forgotten; what of it you slinking devils you | ||
+ | : outrageous demons slinking away? and what of my fascination for | ||
+ | : dythrambia? my wife can cum, I can cum shooting out the down flying | ||
+ | : terrorist for five times, my long finger distracted by thumbs, the fact | ||
+ | : that inherent in my shimble is an airwave of skin? Yeddy, it is a | ||
+ | : ganham! | ||
- | Zeus: ( hearing now the sweet trilling, bellows) | + | '''The Cutlet:''' ''(in the barrel to himself)'' |
+ | : How about it, Zeus, you high falutin' water spoutin' Ahab fightin' | ||
+ | : mislocation?! ... Yer invoked despite yer adrogynous compliance... | ||
+ | : ''(it waves a mit)'' | ||
+ | : The accident is that which precedes perception | ||
+ | : that long kid-thing | ||
+ | : ''(now singing despite itself)'' | ||
+ | : an unexpected burst | ||
+ | : loving | ||
+ | : that which predisposes confusion | ||
+ | : in the hallway | ||
+ | : a priori | ||
+ | : ''(a startling high note)'' | ||
+ | : to geo-metric perception: given that | ||
+ | : the mind repeats itself in nylons, gloating, | ||
+ | : still as sweet | ||
+ | : as it ever was | ||
+ | : still the shoe | ||
+ | : upon which | ||
+ | : a balustrade lavishes affectation | ||
+ | : and importance -- | ||
+ | : upon the so-called "gods" | ||
- | + | '''Zeus:''' ''( hearing now the sweet trilling, bellows)'' | |
- | A HAIRCUT ONE IMPOSES UPON THE I-DEA INITIALLY APPROACHES....!! | + | : A HAIRCUT ONE IMPOSES UPON THE I-DEA INITIALLY APPROACHES....!! |
(he goes sheepish and begins more humbly) | (he goes sheepish and begins more humbly) |
Revision as of 21:04, 8 Aug 2004
A Drama in Two Acts, by Steven Adkins and Tim Wilson, 1996.
The Cutlet
The cast of characters according to their physiognomic relation to wild beasts:
- Stimes Addisson as the envelope;
- Teaspins Kudos as the starfish;
- Zeus appears in the form of a sperm-whale;
- some Cum is the antelope;
- some Salt is the donkey;
- the Woman is the sea-yage in jelly fish;
- a Kidlet the small child.
- And of course, the Cutlet, as itself.
"An embryo strangles and dictates." ---?
Act One
The stage is completely dark. The spotlight singulates an envelope which comes swishing onto stage, stripping, opening it's contents. The spotlight widens, revealing a scrubby plain, in the manner of the Great Western Dream. Zues is sitting on a boulder. The cutlet is in a barrel, floating in water. The audience can see inside the barrel due to a contraption that projects it's innards onto a screen, center stage. Two ministers operate the machinery, silently, dressed in black and faceless.
Zeus: (exasperated)
- How dare you know?
- How dare you conspire?
- (The envelope, pausing and working her panties, fraught by ears, perks up.)
The envelope: (slow and basaltic .. the need to eye the finger)
- These things will be forgotten; what of it you slinking devils you
- outrageous demons slinking away? and what of my fascination for
- dythrambia? my wife can cum, I can cum shooting out the down flying
- terrorist for five times, my long finger distracted by thumbs, the fact
- that inherent in my shimble is an airwave of skin? Yeddy, it is a
- ganham!
The Cutlet: (in the barrel to himself)
- How about it, Zeus, you high falutin' water spoutin' Ahab fightin'
- mislocation?! ... Yer invoked despite yer adrogynous compliance...
- (it waves a mit)
- The accident is that which precedes perception
- that long kid-thing
- (now singing despite itself)
- an unexpected burst
- loving
- that which predisposes confusion
- in the hallway
- a priori
- (a startling high note)
- to geo-metric perception: given that
- the mind repeats itself in nylons, gloating,
- still as sweet
- as it ever was
- still the shoe
- upon which
- a balustrade lavishes affectation
- and importance --
- upon the so-called "gods"
Zeus: ( hearing now the sweet trilling, bellows)
- A HAIRCUT ONE IMPOSES UPON THE I-DEA INITIALLY APPROACHES....!!
(he goes sheepish and begins more humbly)
A frying pan
in which the butter is
waiting for the weight of a Cutlet!
(He spits)
Salt:
the permission of emission
A corsicle bitch:
The insectide kidlet pinches an ear that scorching demeanor
The Starfish:
Her pants are on backwards those insect angles entire baboons
Scene:
The Cutlet is floating in a barrel of rainwater. Nearby, the sperm-whale
is musing.
The Cutlet:
burned by the tsar
bur--
--ned by the
tsar
a crool excess
east of the tsar eaten
by the
Tsar:
My love a single burp
rinsing instant burns
Skin made pliant by later-ness
Cutlet (angrily):
The dream is a noodle connecting life to life connecting coal to flaming
forebrow
(Scissors
scream out
lacking grace
but smooth as hell
and cool,
besides):
you pay web boy bun pen
A corsicle bitch:
a sodden rage
Salt:
a bootheel[1] {All: 3 ways to stuff a gullet
The Cutlet:
a rattlesnake
The envelope, strangely reticent:
Long gram
Imp rat:
The starfish pipes up:
4 knees
The Cutlet:
burned a
tsar ---
Pork makes a comeback
makes a revolution in mud
metaphorical mud
clings deep
drawn out strings
queer loping
A new gloved managerie.
(Everything arrives
on hands and knees
looking.)
A woman (crooning):
-- twenty thousand of my men.
Sit on my couch
Smiling
Serene
in being
reamed and
Salt:
Sleeping one callous moment.
A woman:
-- 20,000 of my menu jump!
Salt:
jingo slut!
the THICK
FERN.
Kidlet: ( hiding red toes.)
Hid them in a checkered box.
He checkered past did go
with a checkered tie and
bowler
Salt:
What is the significance of March 1st?
The sperm whale:
The speed of sound
Kidlet: (walking along a country lane:)
with pantalones
checking headed up and low
in a....
We hear a muffled scream as the lights go black.
All:
(buh-buhbuhb-buh-buh)
[1]brothel prophet