Meanwhile, back in the Surveillance Centre…
Monday, December 10th, 2007LILY APPEARS HOLDING A LILY. SHOWMANDamnation!
LILY (REMEMBERING) I remember! I remember a garden. SHE GOES UP TO THE POWER SOURCE, WHERE A FIGURE IS RISING. (more…)
LILY APPEARS HOLDING A LILY. SHOWMANDamnation!
LILY (REMEMBERING) I remember! I remember a garden. SHE GOES UP TO THE POWER SOURCE, WHERE A FIGURE IS RISING. (more…)
BUMPS/CORY/MINA I go out. I see what’s gone wrong in the garden. I get cross. Sometimes it’s me. Sometimes it’s the gardener. But now and then, when I’m walking and thinking of something else, I come around a corner suddenly and catch a sight of the house or garden unawares. It seems to me - All Right. And then I enjoy it. I enjoy it very much, I can tell you. My garden. Our Garden.
BUMPSWhere is she? SHOWMAN (SOMEWHAT RELIEVED) Who? The beautiful princess? Well, as I was saying: the Prince fell absolutely and completely in love with her. And they all lived happily ever after. We all live happily ever after. (more…)
BUMPSWhich, in my opinion, is the ruination of any halfway decent fairy tale and always has been. (more…)
CHILDREN’S VOICES A very old and much revered nun, after a lifetime of useful service, is given money by the village elders to build a home in her old age, and she chooses to build it in her favourite place on earth: a hill from which the most magical view passes over a green and pleasant valley to the distant, sacred, snow-capped mountains.
SHOWMANBefore them is a magic island. On the island is a tree covered in red apples. The Prince hears a girl’s voice, singing. (more…)
PRINCE WAKES. HE IS FLYING ON EAST WIND’S BACK. EAST WIND ‘Morning! You slept in. Couldn’t wait for farewells. PRINCE Where are we? EAST WIND We’re getting close. That’s the Himalayas. Where Quan Ying the demonness is buried. Can you hear her complaining? See that valley - right at the heart of the mountains? That’s the runway. Oh yes. Smell. PRINCE SNIFFS That’s pomegranates that is. And figs and spice and grapes. Hang on. THEY SWOOP AND LAND Perfect touchdown. PRINCE Soft grass! beautiful flowers! Am I finally really in the Garden of Paradise? EAST WIND Listen.
An old woman, tall and husky like a man in disguise, is sitting by a huge fire roasting the most magnificent stag on a spit.WILD MOTHER (BUMPS) SITS AS DESCRIBED WILD MOTHER Just you come closer. Sit by the fire so you can dry your clothes. PRINCE There’s a terrible draft in here. WILD MOTHER All the better to dry you out by. It’ll be even worse when my son’s come home! You’re in the Cave of the Winds. My sons are the Four Winds of the World. (more…)
THE PRINCE IS IN THE FOREST WITH HIS KEY AND COMPASS PRINCE Many instances of bad luck dog my travels. My clothes are scratched and torn by briars so that the peasants will not give me shelter or food. My horse throws me off and bolts. My tent blows down in a terrible storm. My purse is stolen while I sleep. I miss the ferry over the lake and have to walk through the marshes where mosquitoes devour me. My mobile phone batteries corrode. I get an abscess in my knee joint no doubt due to my subsistence diet of roots and berries. When I reach a raging river, I strip naked and swim across, holding my clothes over my head. (more…)
THEN GENTLE KNOCK ON DOOR GRANDMOTHER/WOLFMAN Too dark for you out there is it? LILYIt’s me, grandmother. I have an apple pie for you. (more…)