chapter 40 dont interrupt |
And when you are not appreciated, does it trouble you?
Of course it does. We fall into deep depression. We tear out our hair and pace the room day and night sobbing at the moon: "Why? Why? Why us? Wh...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 12:53:00 PST |
chapter 39 contemplating your button |
Is that the doctor over there? From the corner of our eye we see the thickset man in overalls. He still has plaster dust or cement in his hair. Is he scowling or smiling? We are momentarily bemused, a...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 04:17:00 PST |
chapter 38 - we are not alone |
Tarred with the same brush. Twisted round the same fork. Spilling from the same spoon. Our mouths water, our stomachs gurgle. We are suddenly all liquid. Over at the back of the marquee bottles are un...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 03:49:00 PST |
chapter 37 - love |
Everybody gives everybody the once over. Everything in order here. There is promise in the air. The stage is somehow incomplete, however. Speakers are there, microphones are there, but the leads that ...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 01:16:00 PST |
chapter 36 all dressed up and nowhere to go |
& to tell the truth, we don't always tell the truth. What would be the point of that? At times we prefer to deal in otherness. Hence this whole song business. Let's face it, a song is generally a sha...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 01:54:00 PST |
chapter 35 - metamorphosis |
And if it is true that a butterfly, in the last leg of its life, lives for just one day, carefree, happy and fulfilled we imagine- then we must find solace in that. But we are not scientific types an...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 02:15:00 PST |
chapter 34 - where the trees walk downhill |
The trees appear to walk downhill, to discreetly turn to watch us pass. Some raise their branches so that we can walk beneath them. These branches wave about in the air like snakes when we turn our ba...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 03:38:00 PST |
chapter 33 - our curriculum |
And like the hare, we have been around. We have played at weddings and divorces, births and burials, in warehouses and strip joints, from opera houses to outhouses, in basements and bus stops. We've d...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 03:36:00 PST |
chapter 27 to chapter 32 |
chapter 27 - the wind on the sea
We gather our strength. Later in the day we have our next performance. It is to be held in a marquee in a forest, or scrubland, or perhaps in wetlands of particular im...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 03:35:00 PST |
chapter 1 to chapter 26 |
chapter 1 - islands
Wanna know the truth? Well here it is. At last the crew went into some intensive training and were all awarded their sea-legs. Some specialised in navigation, others in carpe...
Posted by Peter Loveday on Wed, 30 Jul 2008 03:31:00 PST |
