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Marat and Charlotte

(A somnambulistic drama in four acts) Actors: Jean-Paul Marat; Charles Barbarou; Charlotte Corday; 1st Philosopher; 2nd Philosopher; The Commentator’s Voice. Act 1. A tavern. Two philosopher sit at the table; Marat sits at the other, some distance away. 1st Philosopher …or even worse: “In the unbounded space, the countless spheres glow and a dozen of other spheres, tenth of their size, revolve around them. Hot from inside, they're covered in an malodorous breadcrumb on which a mold breeds life". How is this for a matter that is given to us in the form of senses? 2nd Philosopher It's invigorating. However, the exact same Schopenhauer a page before assured that the world is just a dream. 1st Philosopher Then so be it, and I dream you. I'm, frankly, more worried about the waiter who is probably asleeps. Hello, is there anyone? A habit of wisdom breeds the thirst. Marat How nice these men! I’ll sit with them. Allow me, gentlemen? 1st Philosopher God only gentle is. We are the hard philosophers who suffer from the lack of sherry in the blood. 2nd Philosopher We do not like the emptiness of vessels, but we seek to empty vessels. Marat Let me ask you, where you're both from. 1st Philosopher The same place as the others come into being. Marat What are your names? 1st Philosopher You tell him. 2nd Philosopher I am John Doe. He is Doe John. Marat My name is… 1st Philosopher Nobody. Friend of the People you were once called. Marat Why once? They call me yet the same name… 1st Philosopher Never mind. You'd better tell us what deadly wind has blown you in that dream. Marat I wandered over lands and seas. I crossed the endless sands with slavers; I sailed through Aurora Borealis* that aflames in skies as our universal soul; the Eastern heathens showed me the place where the dawn is born, but as you know the wider sea, the sweeter overseas: the fantasy enticed me and one day I set feet in this land, a little groggy of rocking and the strongest sailor’s grog. Lead me, my fantasy, across the glens, the gaps, the valleys where wild centaurs graze on the misty pastures, where the rainbows stand over the flood plains, where the griffins on the forbidding rocks sit on the eggs of wealth and further, where the haunted forest extends as far as heaven. Shrubs and trees talk to each other in these woods; the flowers as beautiful as death, between tree trunks throb, glow, breath, exchange the signs and lure but don't approach these shifters, wanderer! Sedating with a wonderful aroma, bewitching by an otherworldly dream, they’ll drink the dreamer like a sack of wine. I walked four days through haunted trees and went down to the forest lake. There was a tribe of feathered men. Who cares they may not know the math, the write, the craft but they are free from any earthy fuss: they fly like birds and God himself gives them the daily bread. Their princess, dressed in beads and hair only, caressed me so sweet as no man has been caressed by woman since the fall. She birdcalled me to stay with her but thunders of revolutions from across the sea drowned out her chirping. 1st Philosopher Well, it’s all the same: at first the thunder, then the bloody rain. Marat My French compatriots are just like children: they were punished for the greater good. Le couperet** drew the circumference: may happy children live inside the circle. 1st Philosopher Next, he will tell: “I opened the breadbaskets, I gave them wine and money.” By the way, I hope you’re got some cash on you. I can’t believe you did not save up in your journey. Marat What’s money? Dust. All reputable gold and silver, as inconstant as a mind, on earth are not enough to make souls joined, not bodies. 2nd Philosopher Rings shine brightly on your fingers. Marat A handy star cannot compare with a star of heaven. 2nd Philosopher Hm, the golden tiepin. Marat To tell the truth, I'm curious about your interest in such prosaic things: my money doesn’t bring me happiness. 1st Philosopher Your money does to bring me affluence. A healthy man is like a cuckold. Oh, tremendous burden of marital assets! I'm looking to take on your wallet’s weight but wear your horns yourself. 2nd Philosopher “In other words”. That’s what they say in plays when a punchline of the first scene is close. In other words, give us your money. 1st Philosopher What's worth more to you: your wallet or your life? A trite dilemma but you are sure to look at it anew. Marat My friend! 1st Philosopher Did you just call me friend? Marat My brother! 2nd Philosopher Alas, I wish I had a brother, but I have a sister. She was once a saint, but I have put her in the city brothel to sell a holey holiness. Marat Help me! Somebody, help me! 1st Philosopher Just shut up and die. Hold him like that and squeeze it. 2nd Philosopher What a hard and sturdy neck! Tough little devil. 1st Philosopher Dead. * (lat.) Northern lights ** (fr.) Guillotine's blade

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Date: 5/10/2019 3:50:00 AM
Kurt, when I got to this part "Hot from inside, they're covered in an malodorous breadcrumb on which a mold breeds life". Trixie, my muse and I burst out laughing and we could not stop. I am going to have to read these succession poems slowly. I am still laughing! Trixie has run for a tambourine, so we can read the rest of this one.
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