Other Rose (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} akycha) wrote,@ 2004-02-02 21:12:00 |
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Shadows on the Wall: Like a Restless Dream of a Fool's Paradise
[Scene: The lab from the last Shadowplay. A-ko is sitting up on the lab bench, surrounded by wires, flasks, lamps, mugs, a wire cage containing two mice who peer at her thoughtfully, and other such things. C-ko is still wearing a long lab coat and is standing a little apart, absently fiddling with a glass distilling apparatus. B-ko stands near A-ko. Gir sits on the floor and plays with a toy llama and a toy mermaid.]
B-ko: A-ko, how do you feel?
A-ko: Higgledy piggledy
Three little shadowgirls
Gave the old play a whirl:
Each took a part.
Most carefully planned
So that I could demand
Deconstructionistically,
"Where is my heart?!?!?"
B-ko: Is "deconstructionistically" a word?
A-ko: [Grandly] It is now.
B-ko: Anyway, you've got a heart now, right?
A-ko: [Looking dubiously down at her chest] Yes, I seem to. It's... acting a little strange.
C-ko: [Studiously examines a small glass tube.]
B-ko: Strange? What do you mean?
A-ko: I keep... these words... B-ko, I would say that the Shadowgirls feminine the Dueling Arena. We need some sort of Cheerful Copyright Violations. A little ways away from the sound of course, sir. With a phone being hung up at her ear and Other at the ceiling, a particular one another for C-ko, who has this thing at the Women and an interesting toy, a Rose Bride, and found A-ko, look, I need you to tell me, too-- are we just fine, honestly? [She looks at B-ko, distressed]
B-ko: [Whirls around to glare at C-ko] What's going on?
C-ko: [Raises her hands, peaceably] It's just taking a while for the words to settle in. She's got a lot in there, it will take her a while to sort out how to use them.
B-ko: But it was just a short phrase she used!
C-ko: Well, I also transcribed a phonetic alphabet, no sense in wasting space, and there's the principle that any word contains all the possibilities of all other words, as every story contains the possibilities of all other stories. So she's... just sorting through. It should settle in a bit.
B-ko: A bit?
C-ko: Well, however long it takes her, I suppose.
A-ko: In the morning, she took the stained sheets and she washed them;
the sun shone through the fine cotton, in the fourth emptiness.
Giving returned to her the daily work as if one forgets, like the sun.
B-ko: What the hell?
A-ko: I don't know! It just came out!
B-ko: Well, what does it mean? Most of our stuff means something, you know.
A-ko: It doesn't mean ANYTHING!
C-ko: [Soothingly] It's just words.
A-ko: One upon a time as it were, that is to say, in a time and a space where anything could happen and most usually does as long as it adheres to certain narrative principles, there was a library. Now this library was not like other libraries. Most libraries contain books, after all. But on this shelves of this library you would not find a single book at all! No, the shelves of this library housed something else entirely: it contained women. All the way from newborn female infants, to girls of all shapes and sizes and types, to women ditto, to old crones were contained in this library, set out neatly on the shelves.
B-ko: That's a... very interesting story, A-ko. What happens next?
A-ko: I don't know.
B-ko: You don't know?
A-ko: I don't know, I tell you! It's just words, coming out of nowhere!
C-ko: Don't get so excited. It's just possibilities combining and recombining with the words in your heart. I'm sure you'll find them useful.
A-ko: What good are words that don't MEAN ANYTHING? Words that babble on and then stop and leave me hanging? Words that, that might as well be gibberish, monkey-talk! I can't use these words!
Gir: I can! [He runs up and offers her a bag full of some dubious snack food] I like monkey-talk, you can dance to it! [He proceeds to dance.]
A-ko: [Watching Gir dance] If only we could all dance to it.
[Scene: The lab from the last Shadowplay. A-ko is sitting up on the lab bench, surrounded by wires, flasks, lamps, mugs, a wire cage containing two mice who peer at her thoughtfully, and other such things. C-ko is still wearing a long lab coat and is standing a little apart, absently fiddling with a glass distilling apparatus. B-ko stands near A-ko. Gir sits on the floor and plays with a toy llama and a toy mermaid.]
B-ko: A-ko, how do you feel?
A-ko: Higgledy piggledy
Three little shadowgirls
Gave the old play a whirl:
Each took a part.
Most carefully planned
So that I could demand
Deconstructionistically,
"Where is my heart?!?!?"
B-ko: Is "deconstructionistically" a word?
A-ko: [Grandly] It is now.
B-ko: Anyway, you've got a heart now, right?
A-ko: [Looking dubiously down at her chest] Yes, I seem to. It's... acting a little strange.
C-ko: [Studiously examines a small glass tube.]
B-ko: Strange? What do you mean?
A-ko: I keep... these words... B-ko, I would say that the Shadowgirls feminine the Dueling Arena. We need some sort of Cheerful Copyright Violations. A little ways away from the sound of course, sir. With a phone being hung up at her ear and Other at the ceiling, a particular one another for C-ko, who has this thing at the Women and an interesting toy, a Rose Bride, and found A-ko, look, I need you to tell me, too-- are we just fine, honestly? [She looks at B-ko, distressed]
B-ko: [Whirls around to glare at C-ko] What's going on?
C-ko: [Raises her hands, peaceably] It's just taking a while for the words to settle in. She's got a lot in there, it will take her a while to sort out how to use them.
B-ko: But it was just a short phrase she used!
C-ko: Well, I also transcribed a phonetic alphabet, no sense in wasting space, and there's the principle that any word contains all the possibilities of all other words, as every story contains the possibilities of all other stories. So she's... just sorting through. It should settle in a bit.
B-ko: A bit?
C-ko: Well, however long it takes her, I suppose.
A-ko: In the morning, she took the stained sheets and she washed them;
the sun shone through the fine cotton, in the fourth emptiness.
Giving returned to her the daily work as if one forgets, like the sun.
B-ko: What the hell?
A-ko: I don't know! It just came out!
B-ko: Well, what does it mean? Most of our stuff means something, you know.
A-ko: It doesn't mean ANYTHING!
C-ko: [Soothingly] It's just words.
A-ko: One upon a time as it were, that is to say, in a time and a space where anything could happen and most usually does as long as it adheres to certain narrative principles, there was a library. Now this library was not like other libraries. Most libraries contain books, after all. But on this shelves of this library you would not find a single book at all! No, the shelves of this library housed something else entirely: it contained women. All the way from newborn female infants, to girls of all shapes and sizes and types, to women ditto, to old crones were contained in this library, set out neatly on the shelves.
B-ko: That's a... very interesting story, A-ko. What happens next?
A-ko: I don't know.
B-ko: You don't know?
A-ko: I don't know, I tell you! It's just words, coming out of nowhere!
C-ko: Don't get so excited. It's just possibilities combining and recombining with the words in your heart. I'm sure you'll find them useful.
A-ko: What good are words that don't MEAN ANYTHING? Words that babble on and then stop and leave me hanging? Words that, that might as well be gibberish, monkey-talk! I can't use these words!
Gir: I can! [He runs up and offers her a bag full of some dubious snack food] I like monkey-talk, you can dance to it! [He proceeds to dance.]
A-ko: [Watching Gir dance] If only we could all dance to it.
