Vogeler and The Mexican Fellow
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| - | A short exerimental drama by Steven Vogeler, performed several times at The Pocket Sandwich Theater in Dallas, Texas. The narrative, as such, is delivered through the disjointed rambling of a fevered cashier working in a white-supremacist supply store. The text was printed in the 27th issue of [[Reticent 27]], second series, as ''The Ongoing Adventures of a Man And His Country, Both Entirely Hi-Jacked.'' | + | A short exerimental drama by [[Steven Vogeler]], performed several times at The Pocket Sandwich Theater in Dallas, Texas. The narrative, as such, is delivered through the disjointed rambling of a fevered cashier working in a white-supremacist supply store. The text was printed in the 27th issue of [[Reticent 27]], second series, as ''The Ongoing Adventures of a Man And His Country, Both Entirely Hi-Jacked.'' |
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A short exerimental drama by Steven Vogeler, performed several times at The Pocket Sandwich Theater in Dallas, Texas. The narrative, as such, is delivered through the disjointed rambling of a fevered cashier working in a white-supremacist supply store. The text was printed in the 27th issue of Reticent 27, second series, as The Ongoing Adventures of a Man And His Country, Both Entirely Hi-Jacked.
Excerpted
Vogeler:
- Behold, I have come among you, and have found you wanting.
- Wanting for a bath, that is.
Unwashed Masses:
- (murmering incosolately)
- But seriously, you should think about your soul. Think about the Gove Desert. When a sinner plants his seed, God thinks, here is a man who can clean up after my pale-skinned and blessed children. Because after the party of inter-mixing is accomplished, we will need a fire.
- (here is where we need the froth of tones, the froth of mankind, the mocha froth of mankind)
Vogeler:
- O' Poobish Ones, ye who would be decieved, whose heads are unprotected from dreaded shedding, I ask you -- ye who even now assemble before me, querying. It is you to whom I speak, just stop querying ad infinitum.
- (runs to waiting car or, alternately, into the famed Austrian stage-drama, A Mule With Four Sticks)
Poor Man's Rickshaw:
- (in his first appearance, bellows)
- I am full of the people. I vomit people, I am so full. If you could extract the people -- one by one -- from the elaborate redescription of my paw than you can find the RickShaw Code, obedient tho you must be to discover it's ultimate secret -- a secret so astounding that even daughters of the revolution will lift their skirts to it, raising simultaneous East Coast eyebrows/infections -- most of them waxed, apparently.
