the drama on the stage within
—- work in progress —-
Sometimes people just need a place to sit down
and watch the drama
that unfolds on the stage within
« … in one enciphering corner of my mind i believe still that every line in every poem is the orphaned caption of a lost photograph. By a related logic, each photograph sits in the antechamber of speech. »
(Teju Cole, Blind Spot)
enters the first character
the play is about to begin
the wait is almost over
you have no idea what is about to happen
you never have
i don’t mind going to the office as such
it’s the everydayness of it really
that is killing the mood
i get the part about contributing to society
i swear i almost get it some days
but all the time and for so long
surely this must be some sort of a misunderstanding
everything is possible
sang the choir of beautiful ladies
you can be whoever you choose to be
you can have whatever you want
i am not sure that i would know what to want
he thought
a sad knight sitting by in a suit of armor
that was one size too big
and looked a bit last season
just as he was about to leave the shade
he paused
in a sudden reluctance
to enter the light
old Henry was a smart man
born in good taste
he walked around with a Leica in his hand
and he spoke beautiful quotes
for our tote bags and coffee mugs
yet when you look at his pictures
you know
he was a man of sincere curiosity
and a true master
like Yoda
- only taller and French
i once walked in a street
called Boulevard of the Quality of Life
it turned out it was really not
a great street to walk in