“No One on Stage” / A Memorable Fancy #053

In the great theatre of the capital there is no one on stage. Lights up, then dim. Three down-spots converge as if in conspiracy, then scatter as a fourth creeps in from stage left, tries to overhear. Voices are heard, soft then loud. There are heart-rending cries, laments and swearing, inexorable dissonances and insupportable music, lustful enumeration of body-parts shouted as if in a noisy bar.

“What in hell is this?” one asks. Others merely nod. “Yes, yes.”

[– after Piero Camporesi]

 

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