The Proxies
January 2, 2010 on 3:32 am | In Uncategorized |
You are KGB, aren’t you? Image from Cryo Studio’s KGB. Do you like how the image runs into the right sidebar?
Good things sometimes happen! While in the malevolent haze that was the 09 Crack Theatre Festival, I happened to meet playwright and musician Ashley Walker (aka Relevant Elephants). Once away from the panic and police, we were able to talk in more detail and undertook a collaboration, with Ashley taking the scalpel to some of my words.
The result is JC Flavour, a marinated and lightly grilled reworking of my poem of the same name. You can hear the track on Ashley’s MySpace, along with a battery of other electronic morsels.
image by frosty
Locating this poem required excavating the old Mappalujo from which it was birthed. This collaborative effort, entitled The Proxies, was written by myself and Chris Finnigan in 2003. The Proxies is one one of the better Mappas I undertook (click here for a full description of the concept of a Mappalujo and to look at Jeff Noon and Steve Beard’s original), and from it I discovered this gem - Chris’ short piece Cryo Studios:
Ring ring
The phone rings
“Have you heard?
We have lost control of the Moon, attackers have captured Moon.”
You’re about to leave
The man leans on the door
“You can’t leave, they are searching your room.”
I can’t enter my room, they are in there
The room is empty, the bed is made up for the next visitor
You knot the sheets
Good work Lorric!
Hi, I’m Caitlin
Oh I love travelling with you
A little bit cold
hmmmm?
The bar is filled with dreary drunks, a stern barman stares at you intently.
Don’t forget we have to be at the park by 2:00!
uhhhh leave me alone
What do you want?
That will be 20
You drink the vodka, it tastes musty
The park is nice. There is a statue of Johnathon Montague in the center.
A little bit cold
You place the bomb on the chair
You wait…
The man in the blue coat is dead but the man with the briefcase runs toward the subway
You run but quickly lose him
You let the briefcase slip through our fingers! You’ve failed me one too many times Lorric! Now Marco Polo is going to know not to drop by here. Leave me alone! I need to think.
I’m not really doing an opinion poll.
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