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Page 2 of Rat King Art
(In an intimate space we begin. The stage should be in black
out. The audience should be allowed to talk at will. A flame lights
a candle. We see SPORE in shadows move and light another candle, then
another until the space flickers. We see a fourth wall boundary of
bone and tool. We see mixed media sculptures and paintings depicting
cruel images of Industry, Earth Rape and Angels tortured. Included
in the mixed media cruelty, there is an angel masturbating, bloody
surgical table and a vicious head mask. Near the mask, MIN sleeps
in a clump of aristocratic clothing, blood and filth. SPORE lights
the last candle and walks down center while caressing a tattered doll.
SPORE holds the doll up for our curiosity.) |
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| SPORE |
| No child heart things |
| we hear this dark speak. |
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| (SPORE rips the doll’s head off and drops the
pieces over the boundary. It lands at our feet.) |
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| Here-Now-Then, Deer. Quiet |
| your minds, please. Quiet. |
| Quiet as the TerraMoon |
| think you, Thank you. |
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| Here-Now-Then, Deer. |
| Hear your silence |
| and curious. |
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| Good. |
| Here-Now-Then, |
| still yourselves. |
| Roll back to where once |
| you heard only Maya |
| heart steady beat |
| far, gone, close |
| away in the wet |
| blackness of mother. |
| Still yourselves. |
| Roll back and wave |
| in the meat sounds |
| of snapping skin. |
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| (The sound track of Snapping Skin trickles in and
flows beneath the rest of the performance.) |
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| Still yourselves. |
| Good. |
| Deer. |
| Good. |
| Here-Now-Then |
| know and understand |
| the swollen nipple cut |
| voice of this poem bleeds |
| in the small dark |
| of y-our hearts, |
| Min’s heart, |
| the In-Dust-Trial heart |
| we all feed our flesh |
| with and make |
| our homes. |
| Hear-Now-Then |
| know and understand |
| the rising tide |
| of Min’s story |
| rolling in Maya |
| mind and chest |
| murmurs beneath |
| dark progress streets |
| murmurs in bills |
| we keep, |
| murmurs ever |
| within the coin of change |
| and commerce as InEver |
| ever was past future |
| present tense |
| -- whether in stones |
| hurled at mastodons |
| or symbiotic space |
| spliced with laser |
| surgical light. |
| Hear-Now-Then |
| be welcomed in |
| night’s empty arms |
| wide embracing you |
| in this degenerate myth. |
| Here-Now-Then |
| be welcomed as |
| this fool HumusMin |
| speaks RatKing art |
| for you. |
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| (SPORE hangs a glowing crystal above center, crosses
to leave, but notices MIN not moving.) |
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| Wake! |
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| (SPORE kicks MIN. MIN moves to action.) |
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| Flesh. |
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Spoken Word 
