Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray;
Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.
Thomas Middleton, The Witch via Macbeth, William Shakespeare
"the tinkerers are bothersome"
the Hag brushes away the swarm
the buzzing flies
and in the center of Her eyes
two burning candles bore holes
into the ice at Wintersea
Immanuel Guzzle waits to sign autographs at the theater exit
he has completed his night of impressions:
the hatted James Joyce playing golf with Keats
H.D. fucking Bryher in a boat on the way home from Greece
Pacino as Hamlet in Philadelphia
encore Archie Bunker bellying up the bar at Cheers
alas poor Betty Vaudeville just didn't get it
asks her mommy to buy her a take home book and t-shirt
o' "finger of birth strangled babe"
Immanuel smiles for the camera snapping his back flap photograph
"we're all made of exploded stars and a bit of mud" the quote read
the Hag drags the wheelbarrow across the blackboard
the students trapped in the mirror gag and cough up yellow fog
Author notes
A repost. Re-examining the state of my series Theater of the Absurd.
What did you think
Comments
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I don't remember this one
I do remember the hag though, universal slam of aggressive nature, unlike Immanuel passive with a hint of twisting mystery; the crooked smile clogging pipes with jealousy and a branch like finger chaffing beneath the mud for ancient bones. Her antagonist cries: you cannot decipher their nature, pleasure or angst or both mixed, or mean joy…
Somehow there’s something opheliac about the Hamlet in Philadelphia even if cast says Pacino; it moves like Bruce but it sings like Tom Hanksteen. Must be the shit bricks the theater is made of, and, despide of what Immanuel says:
We’re all made of mud and pristine dirt from the tongue of random stars; played nicely as background for commercials promoting fluorides and pick-dick sympathy for all.
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