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| 12.20.03 @ MadLab Poem and words by T.S. Eliot Created by The BlueForms Theatre Group Constructed and Directed by Matt Slaybaugh Featuring Krista Apple, Tara DiLorenzo, John Dranschak, Acacia Duncan, Brant W. Jones, and Geoffrey Martin |
| April is the cruelest month . . . It's interesting to cut yourself to pieces once in a while . . . My nerves are bad tonight . . . Here in death's dream kingdom . . . HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME . . . From such chaotic misch-masch potpourri . . . Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song . . . in the horror of the illimitable scream . . . Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole . . . waking alone . . . At the violet hour . . . the intolerable wrestle with words and meanings . . . 'Well, now that's done: and I'm glad it's over' . . . huddled between the concrete and the sky . . . Wallala leialala . . . to spit out all the butt- ends of my days and ways . . . Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead . . . let me be no nearer . . . These fragments I have shored against my ruins . . . Shantih shantih shantih |
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