The Hitch-Hicker

The Birth Of Tragedy

Scene Five

Pam and Jim are lying on a bed, in a hotel in Paris. There is are books thrown all over the place. The lights are dim, to create an effect of doom.

(Pam) Jim are you planning to start writing your book?

(Jim) Hey Pam I was wondering if I should…I wonder if me and my poems will hear our echo in the great monument of time.

(Pam) But you are great Jim, simply great, everyone loves you.

(Jim) They can’t love me, because they don’t know me. They love the singing shaman. The medicine man of the purple sunrise.

(Pam) No Jim they love you and I love you. And I am quite sure that Jim you will be remembered…forever.

(Jim) Such is the nature of all being. That when one dream reaches its orgasm, and stands on the verge of being transformed into a memory, the dream itself if forgotten like a surrogate mother. I will write, but it will not be enough.

(Pam) What do you think you want to write about?

(Jim) I want to instill the world with the true idea of freedom, for them to kill whatever they have been breast fed with and want them to acknowledge what they really want to believe. I wish to transform all of being into one womb, immaculate and content in its own existence.

(Pam) Don’t you think Paris was a good choice?

(Jim) Yes honey! It was but I miss recording and the concerts.

(Pam) That was not you Jim. You never wanted to do that. You had got stuck.

(Jim) May be honey, but I still loved it…
how do you like this?

There is one symbol beyond the fall.
The most beautiful of them all,
All but one, That startling sight.
Sparkling thought at creations height.
She strides across the pagan land.
And crushes competition with her hand.
She smiles and releases death.
In one foaming breath.
An archangel of this dust.
Bright light!
Bright light!
Follow her;
She sprinkle spectrums forever.

(Pam) That’s great Jim, who did you write that for?

(Jim) You honey. (Pam is fully conscious of his love at this moment so she hugs him, Jim stays like that for some time then gets up and leaves to the bathroom). I’ll take a bath. (picks up his whiskey).

(Pam) With the whiskey? (Jim turns around but says nothing)
but the doctor has asked you not to drink Jim.

(Jim) They wouldn’t mind telling me not to live as well.

(Pam) No Jim I am scared. Please don’t drink.

(Jim) Don’t be scared honey…death makes angels of all and gives us wings for where we had shoulders as smooth as ravens claws. Life hurts a lot more honey.

(Pam) But I am human honey, and I feel and react like one, and I don’t want you to die.

(Jim) I won’t!

Jim walks to the bathtub with his clothes on and sits in the bathtub. And starts to drink. Silence.

(Pam) Hey Jim. You there?
Don’t joke Jim! You there?
(Enters the bathroom)
Jim! JIM! “Jim!!” (screams)
Holy shit Jim, I told you Jim, I told you so. (Takes the bottle from jims hand and starts to drink and goes of to sleep crying). (At least 1.30 minutes to 2 minutes)

The lights fade to black. Enter messenger.

(Messenger) Look beyond the clouds
How are old boy sits
In the lap of Zeus
Just like you kids
Wasn’t he too strange for you?
Whispering shaman of the blues.
But now he is gone
In the great chariot
Amongst great cheer
To the wise and the dead.

But I still wonder
What you did
Ran from one world
To another, like you did.
And shook both the worlds
As you did.
Look what you have done
To a trembling fairy
She trembles like a sweet mystery.
It was not right.
She was human and you were bright
With a circle to protect you from life’s guile.

But you took her by surprise
and look how she cries
every moment she dies
closer to you and farther away.
Unaware that she will not find you again.

But such is nature
And such it must stay
Forever, today
Come now my child
I will take you home!

The messenger takes Pamela by the hand, she gets up and leaves with the messenger and Jim.

Lights fade to black.

…End of Scene Five…

The Last Supper

The Birth Of Tragedy

Scene Four

Lights turn on. Robby opens the door of his house. Enter John And Ray.

(John) Happy birthday! (Shaking Hands)

(Robby) Thanks boy.

(Ray) Happy Birthday killer.(Shaking Hands)

(Robby) Who’s the killer man? You get all the girls, and I get all the gifts. What a horrendous killer I make? (laughing)

(Ray) (Laughs)

(Robby) Where’s mad man Jim?

(Ray) No idea! (Both look at John)

(John) Must be swimming in drugs and girls.

(Robby) Hey man its my birthday, please don't start today. I think he’s coming with Pam.

(John) That’s all right. But I seriously think we need to talk him out of his drugs and drinking. He’s loosing it now.

(Ray) I don't think I have ever said anything like this before, but I would be wrong if I contradicted you.

(Robby) He was such a shy guy! I don't know what happened to him. with all his talk of freedom. He’s something else now.

(John) He’s turned into the devil himself.

(Ray) I am not sure myself if he said all that for fun or he meant it, but now after all these years and transformation from a shy guy to a rock star, to the wittiest guy in conferences, he is coming to his end.

(Robby) From Jim to Dionysus to Nietzsche to Freud to the devil himself…right?

(John) Maybe, and to tell you the truth, its not the end of us, but just the end of him, the end of something that doesn’t deserve it. Some things wrong and I tell you that. And I don't want him to die. I think I really care for him. apart from all the fights we have.

(Robby) I know man, we all love him. We are just tired of baby sitting him.

(Ray) Anyways boy its your birthday. Lets cut this talk for now, and we’ll see what we can do when he comes.

(John) Please make yourself comfortable boys. I’ll get you the beer.

Bell rings. John opens the door. Enter Jim and Pam. Greetings are shared.

(Jim) Hey guys…I am back. (Smiling)

(John) We can see that. (All laugh)

(Robby) Thanks for coming Jim.

(Jim) Thanks for inviting Robby. (Smiles again) Happy birthday, boy. May we play for
long and forever.

They greet Pam one by one and make her comfortable.

(Robby) Now, now! Lets start. Please have a seat.

(Jim) Where’s the acid boys? (Taking the beer from his hand)

(Robby) Not today Jim, we’ll try to keep it cool today. And we really want to speak with you today.

(Jim) What could that be brethren?

(Ray) Something about you Jim. We think you are getting too deep into your drugs man. We really want you to get out of it.

(Pam) There is nothing wrong with him.

(Robby) There is nothing wrong with him right now, but sure as my name is Robby, there will be. And we don’t want that to happen.

(Pam) Nothing is going to happen. (A bit pissed, and defensive)

(Robby) Whatever you would like to believe. I know you love him, but make sure he stays around to be loved.

(Pam) Hey Robby don’t scare me.

(Jim) Are you all discussing my future. The future of the shaman?

(Ray) You are human Jim. Atleast in this room you are, and you are our friend. Please try and understand.

(Jim) Do you know when you’d die? Could you stop it if you knew? I do what I feel like doing.

(John) All that we are trying to say Jim is that we love you, and that we want you to stop your drink.

(Jim) I know everything. And I know I will die, when? Is a question. But that doesn’t matter, so I am going to live, and death is my friend. It cant hurt me anymore then life does.

(Robby) It not always about you getting hurt. Sometimes its about how hurt, the people you leave behind will be.

(Jim) So you wouldn’t be hurt if I died after some years?

(John) JIM! Please you are not even trying to understand.

(Pam) Nothing is happening so lets just enjoy.

(Robby) Ya may be that’s a better idea.

(Jim) Bring on the syrup of my desire and set me on fire. (Smiles)

John brings a cup full of something. All share the cup and seem to be in a trance.

(Jim) Adolph Hitler is still alive
I slept with her last night
Come out from behind that false mustache Adolph
I know you are in there.
Lots of trouble lots of loose,
A whole lot of nothing and nothing to loose
Alright!!

(John) Stop it Jim, you scare me.

(Jim) Don’t be scared John. I am here.

(Robby) I feel like I am going way up man!!

(Pam) Will you confront nature when you die?

(John) Nature is here in this existence.

(Jim) Nature is the mask of lie worn by all being in this sphere, we call on the angels to protect us from something that we can not see or feel. We petition the lord for protection from an animated imagination.

(Pam) I think you are right. We are all just one, and there should be no fear, not at least of another human. Are we cannibals? We have been bread on fear, and uncertain anxiety.

(Ray) You sound like him. (All laugh). But you know, there is only one source of everything. And we are all just raw forms of energy, changing form. What I don't understand is why all the energy is directed towards war?

(Robby) Because all the colors of the spectrum are not white. Everything is so purple now.

(Jim) I think it should be mandatory for all of mankind to smoke at least two joints a day. And the world will know peace right then. We need a new religion, one that does not survive on revenge and repentance.(Pauses for a while. And all are in a trance) .I think I can see the angel of death. I think he awaits me, to deliver me to the other world.

(Pam) You can’t leave me like this honey. You are going to wait until the opportune moment. Will you do that for me? Will you be there forever?

(Jim) No vastness is so vast that It would fill in eternity itself. But I promise you I will take you to the other land beyond time.

(John) But you are not god Jim.

(Jim) Neither are you.

(John) So how do you propose to take her all the way?

(Jim) This space in all its cosmology, is a will. And I will take you all with my will.

(Robby) Lets play some music. (Stands up suddenly)

(John) Yes, lets have some fun. Let us go on a pilgrimage to the
gods of music. Lets do it!!!

(Ray) I am far out man…you guys continue.

(Jim) I am all for you.

All get their instruments. John gets a table. Robby gets a guitar. And Jim stands up to sing. Pam is dancing to her own tune. And ray is lying on the ground, in a state of trance. They start to play.

(Jim) Work in progress; Take one.

What are they doing in the hyacinth house?
What are they doing in the hyacinth house?
To please the lions
This day.

I need a brand new friend
Who doesn’t bother me
I need a brand new friend
Who doesn’t trouble me
I need somebody
Who doesn’t need me

I feel the bathroom is clear
I know that someone is near
I feel that somebody’s is following me
Oh!! Yeaaa!! Yeaaa!!

Why did you throw the jack of hearts away
Why did you throw the jack of hearts away
Why did you throw that jack of hearts away
It was the;
Was the;
It was the only card in the deck that I had left to play

What are they doing in the hyacinth house
To please the lions this day

But I’ll say it again (Starts to cough)
I need a brand new friend
One more (More coughing)
Well I’ll say it again
I need a brand new friend
The end. (Gets into a fit of coughing, and falls on the floor)

Pam And Robby and John rush to him. Ray is still lying on the floor, but moving and turning to have a view of Jim.

(John) Are you alright?

(Pam) Jim.

(Ray) He’s just playing man. Up to his old tricks again.

(Robby) No. I think he’s serious now.

(Pam) Get up Jim. Please!! I request you. Get up.

Jim tries to take control of himself but it seems he cant.

(Pam) Jim I told you not to do all this, I reminded you on way Jim. And you promised. Now I am not going to listen to anything Jim. I am taking you to Paris. (Sounding a bit desperate)

(John) Take him to Paris? He cant even stand for all I know. Don’t you think its quite a far fetched thought.

(Robby) Shut up John. Lets take him inside.

All exit taking Jim on their arm. Pam follows. The music follows. Lights fade, enter messenger, a red soft light engulfs her.

(Messenger) You have seen the bright soft sad light
You have seen it coming from beneath the heap
You have wandered in myriad dreams
Before you crawl towards mellow sleep
You are choking when you were supposed to weep
No wonder you do what you do,
You are a son of the great deep.

Your time is coming through a vast lullaby
You are forsaken by the crowd of cursing flies
You knew you didn’t have time
You knew you didn’t have time
So you crossed the edges in your prime
But it all ends with the last line.
And nothing is the same and nothing defined
When you are dead and you are mine.

Fret not my child
Your father has the vehicle
Waiting for your drive
After you become the silent screaming.

Your time beckons you
To follow through
To follow through
To break on through
To the other side.
My son now you can’t run
From the great divide
Of the living and…the…Great.

Lights fade to black.

Exit messenger.

…End of Scene Four…

Thoughts In Time And Out Of Season

The Birth Of Tragedy

Scene Three

Enter manager in a set up of sofa’s and couple of tables, to denote a comfortable cozy press conference.

(Danny) Hey guys!...How are we doing today?...Great, you should do good. Anyways, first and foremost I’d like to thank you all for coming here. I personally feel at times that being the manager of a band like the doors, is a job of Himalayan responsibility. And standing in front of you all gives me jitters…God only knows what you will ask and what I might have to cover up later, if you know what I mean. I hope you guys will chill for some time.

(First Rep) Hey Danny, don’t you think, your boy Jim is a bit crazy?

(Danny) No. (In a very composed manner)

(First Rep) Then probably you should better start thinking. (Trying to sound funny).

(Danny) Never you mind. He’s not affecting you anyways. When he does let me know. I’ll help you out. He my Jim.

Enter Robby, John, Ray and Jim. They go and each sit on the sofa. Where as Jim goes to the bar and makes himself a drink.

(Ray) Hey guys! good to see you all today. Though I remember some of you folks from the last interview. But I’d still take the liberty to introduce my fellow band mates. (Gesture of introduction) John…Robby…Jim…and that’s our great man,
behind the scene. Danny Sugerman.

In the meanwhile Jim comes and seats himself with his drink, and is smiling to a particular person in the crowd.

So you all wanna throw some catches at us now?

(First Rep) Yes, and on a serious note; do you think that your lyrics promote the usage of drugs?

(Ray) Well. (Smiles at Jim and Jim smiles back).

(First Rep) Well?

(Jim) Well. (In a very chilled out way)

(First Rep) Do you consider yourself a part of humanity?(Understanding that he is not going to get a reply, so he moves on.)

(Robby) Good question. (He’s not sure if should laugh or cry)

(First Rep) What do you have to say about your tag as the devils showmen?

(Jim) I didn’t know they wore leather pants in hell?

(John) Why does it always have to be all about drugs and chicks? We just play music.

(First Rep) Isn’t that the best way to hide all the evil deeds you do. Do what you do and then just smile innocently from behind the veil of music.

(Jim) You judge like god.

(First Rep) And you act like the Devil.

(Robby) Correct me if I am mistaken, but wasn’t the devil an angel? (Defensively)

(Danny) Stop it. I request you to please ask logical questions. This has nothing to do with the band. And so please refrain. The lady over there, please you may…

(Patricia) Aside from the Devil, what actually inspires the Door’s music?

(John) The idea of freedom.

(Jim) My cock.

(Danny) That was too original Jim.

(Patricia) Does it think on your behalf? (Walks on stage by now)

(Jim) It functions on my behalf.

(Patricia) So your muse lies below the belt!

(Jim) This is the muse girls love to use. My poetry comes from the shadow of the moon. (All are getting irritated)

(John) Are any of the questions and answers going to be products of the mind? (Completely irritated)

(Patricia) Does that imply that you believe in sorcery. (Ignoring the comment)

(Jim) Do implications become judgments of your reasoning?

(Patricia) My reasoning says one thing and the message is ‘I AM IMPRESSED’…By you…

(John) Why don’t you just take a room and fill in all the implications on a wet sheet. I am disgusted!

John gets up and leaves in a hurry. Ray and Robby leave as well. Danny hangs back. Unsure of what is going to happen next.

(Danny) I think that’ll be it for today.

Acts as if he is greeting the guys while departing.

(Jim) Hey! Will you die for me?

(Patricia) What? (Surprised)

(Jim) Lets get married. A pagan blood union of the eternal. Nothing would remain otherwise.

(Danny) Jim!

(Jim) Danny come now don't be so human.
(to Patricia) lets go…right now...get married.

Jim and Patricia walk out of the stage and Danny lingers on, a bit sad.

(Danny) Hey Jim what are you doing this for?...I know I am human Jim. I know that. Sadly Jim you aren’t. And it would have been a whole lot better if you were. But you are a god Jim, a GOD! And I am sorry for everyone you’ve touched. I really am.

Exit Danny. Lights fade to darkness, enter messenger, the soft red light engulfs her again.

(Messenger) Come now
Don't fret so much
Over what he says
Is and does.
He is amongst you
But not you.
You might try to understand him
Might pretend to understand him
But he shall forever
Sneak your understand.ing.

Lights fade to black.

Exit Messenger.

...End Of Scene Three...

Rabid Foaming

The Birth Of Tragedy

Scene Two

Ray, Robby, John and Danny, the manager, are sitting in the recording studio. They look tired and angry, except for Ray. He is happily busy trying to figure out something new for the next song. The others are discussing. Robby is sitting on the floor. The manager is anxiously moving around. And John is beating the sticks on his legs.

(The manager says something and laughs. But his anxiety is obvious in his laughter)

(John) What are you joking for man?

(Danny) oh please!!

(John) fuck you!

(Danny) Relax I am as disgusted as you are!

(John) I know! Why cant he just be on time! give his band some respect they deserve.

(Danny) Though I love him more then anyone else in this room, I would still say, I wonder if he was on time when he was born. (raises his arms in disgust)

(John) Ask the lord! Friend!

(Ray) Oh give him a break; for crying out loud, will you?

(Robby) Hey (attracts attention, with his hands) listen to this.

(Ray) Ya man go on, these bunch of whiners will never stop.

(John) What you protecting him for, all the time?

(Robby) Knock it off John.

(John) No!! that man is insane, he fucking drinks and goes home and screams, just so he can disgust the hell outta his folks man. He is weird man!

(Ray) He’s just Jim, our old boy Jim and Nietzsche’s left him fear less. So why don't you leave him alone.

(Danny) Ya man lets practice, that dropout, doesn’t have any ethics. You remember the way he walked out of college? I wouldn’t be surprised if someday he chooses to just walk out of the band. (says the last part with greater emphasis)

(John) I am as unsure of his walking out, as I’m of his walking in man. Where in the fucked up name of the greatest mammal is he?

(Danny) There he comes!(whispers under his breath)



Jim walks in, with a bottle of whiskey and carelessly loiters around, all of them. As if he heard everything and doesn’t care. He goes to the centre stage and sits down. Pam enters stage with a glass of water, as Jim sits, and greets all. They all greet her, except John. Ray and Robby call Pam to hear the new tune as they have it, Robby shows her the new lyrics. The manager goes behind John, as if to hide, and then starts to speak.

(Danny) Do you think you are late?

(Silence)

Hey I asked you something.

(Jim) Would you believe everything I say? (takes a sip)

(Danny) NO! (As if that was his eternal judgment)

(Jim) Then why ask?

(Danny) Because I want you to realize that there’s money involved and that you waste it royally.(completely irritated)

(Jim) I have better things in cue to realize. Do you want to start?

(Ray) Hey Jim…you read about what they wrote about your childhood man?

(Jim) (Takes another sip) No.

Ray points to Robby and Robby brings out a piece of paper from his pocket. But its not the one, then he searches another pocket, and brings out another piece of paper. And reads, while looking at Jim, Ray, Pam and the audience. The manager walks out of stage.

(Robby) This is what it says man. “It so appears that the lead singer of the band ‘the doors’ is not so much of a man to be trusted. Behind all his confidence. Is a deep rooted lie. His current claim as to his being an orphan is a forged lie, to accumulate some sort of sympathy from his fans. And happens to be just a publicity stunt. His parents, both of them are still living, and prosperous…blah blah blah”…and so on and so forth.

(Silence, Jim is casually sipping his drink, Pamela is surprised)

What you gonna do now?

(John) Look what you have done? Now all that we have earned will be lost. All because of your one lie. Couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut.

(Jim) Fear is the loom for all failure. The whole world revolves around one symbol, the great forest of death. You want to win the world, win it in one stride, before you walk languidly inside the tomb of freedom and wish; And don’t look back! I don’t care what people thought and think, because the day I start caring about what they think, they’d stop thinking.

(John) For all I know you just sounded like an electric train tripping over a cowboy hat.(sarcasm intended)

(Jim) We trip over all sorts of hats my friend, but this world is left listless by those who crush. We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark. You begin the show; leave the show; no matter how…Become the show!

(Robby) Hey drum boy, give me some beats. Here’s the new tune, and please stop your banter.

John raises his arms or shows his amazement at the crowd by some other form of body language. To show his surprise at him always being blamed for everything.

(Pam) Hey I think its really good. Hey Jim why don’t you give them the lyrics from your poem the moonlight drive. I think it will fit the tune.

John expresses disgust and distrust towards the crowd, the rest wait as they trust Jim and his writings.

(Ray) Ya Jim come on man, lets show the crowd what you got man. Lets make this one as good as your movie back in college man. And we’ll rise behind the sun the next morning.

(Jim) (Jim stands up and goes to the centre stage. All of them prepare to play the tune. Jim starts to sing).

Lets swim to the moon aha,
Lets ride in the tide,
Penetrate the evening,
As the city sleeps to hide,
Lets swim out tonight girl,
Its our turn to try,
Parked beside the evening, on a,
Moonlight drive.

John looks at Jim in amazement. He is confused as to what to say. He could not figure out what sort of a lyric that was. The rest are glad. Really glad.

(John) What the fuck was that? Do you know that one word should relate to the other to make a complete sentence?

(Robby) I think it was good. Really good, I think it was better then what they write these days. Amazing imagery! And it’ll fit. Jim man you are the lizard king; you can do anything !

(To john) Why do you want everything spoon fed to you. Cant you for once be glad when everyone else is glad.

(John) That was creepy man. And I really don’t care what you think of me. But that was creepy personified. And no one will like it.

(Jim) Real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities, opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you. If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people, from the limited ways in which they see and feel."

(Robby) You have been breastfed with your art man. Try to think out of that box of symbols you already have in your head.

Manager enters with a glass of water and a newspaper. Hands the newspaper to Pam. She begins to read in a very animated manner.

(John) You all sound frustratingly like him man!

(Ray) What the fuck are you talking about? If you are so good at criticizing, then why don’t you write some lyrics like Robby does. Lets see what you got.

(Danny) Hey you guys stop now. Enough we aren’t sitting here for free. Do you guys plan to play and record or fight over every damn thing you could probably think about to fight on, and find more when you are done with that subject.

(Jim) Gone are the days of the dancers on the hill side where soft music lulled strange thoughts and calmed the spectrums of our mind. But I want it to continue, today and tomorrow, and there after. Don’t stop the music, don't fight over me, not for me. Remember we are a band, we stay a band, John. ONE BAND!...(casually goes to the mike, and pointing towards the back of the stage as if talking to someone)…hey boy get the tape moving. Ray you think you can fit some music to this before the conference?

(Ray) We’ll try Jim.

(Jim) Alright!

Before you slip into
Un-consciousness
I’d like to have
Another kiss

Pam rushes to Jim and slaps him.

(Jim) Hey honey, why? You are the one. You’re my girl.

(Pam) No Jim it ain’t true(reads from the newspaper) “The rock magnet has had another flinging night of stardom. This time in an alcohol flamed encounter with Janis Joplin, that led Janis in tears.”

(Silence)

(Jim) Hey honey it wasn’t meant to be.

(Pam) No Jim…no excuses! (screams in desperation) Please! why do you have to do this every time. You promised Jim, you promised!(crying violently)

Pam exits stage in a hurry; crying.

(John) There goes the last chance of a peaceful recording.

(Robby) Oh! shut up John! (completely irritated).

(John) Why do I even think of stopping in. I have no idea why I stick to the band. This man will drive me crazy. (pointing towards Jim. Stands up violently and walks out).

All exit after John, to persuade him to come back, except Jim. Pam re-enters stage.

(Pam) (pleading) Hey Jim! Come lets go. You weren’t born for this Jim. Come with me. We’ll go to Paris. You can write there Jim. You can be a writer. Publish your work. Write all the scripts you wanted to make into movies. Finally be what you always wanted to be. You are a poet Jim, a poet.

(Jim) “Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh”

(Pam) What does that mean Jim? (completely confused at his sudden ejaculation)

(Jim) I am what I am honey! I am in this moment a multitude of perspectives. I am nothing infact and everything in thought, I am this moment, and this moment is here. I enjoy it, till it is in itself confused. No Paris can do to me what America has already done. (Pam looks completely helpless)
I love you Pam, lets go.


Exit Pam and Jim. Enter messenger. All lights fade and a red soft light engulfs the messenger, and he starts his monologue.


(Messenger) Do…as you wish;
Swim in this void of time
As a hungry fish.
And time shall come,
And greet you someday.
Heal you of life,
And take you away.

Go my child!
I was ordained to;
Watch over you.
To bring you back soon,
Thus summoned your father,
But your deeds lead you
Faster to him,
Then my fastest wings.
Soon you will play again,
In the land of the kings.

(And speaking with the crowd now)

And all who follow him,
Shall soon see a great mist.
The power of reality,
Will simplify your list,
And your thoughts will be confused,
And long lost and gone.
He shall bring to your bosom,
The last purple song.
He is the king of mysteries
Lord “Dionysus”
After all!...

The lights fade to black.

Exit messenger


…End of scene two…

We Need Great Golden Copulations

The Birth Of Tragedy

Scene One

A white robe laden messenger appears on stage and comes straight to the centre stage. There is no light anywhere. And a spot light engulfs him.
He waits for the crowd to settle and thus begins his monologue

(With arms stretched, as if addressing the crowd to settle down, in a godlike manner)

(Messenger) Behold
I come this moment
From the house of the unseen;
The house of the lords;
The house of all; born and the dead.
As the messenger of my lord Hades,
The brother of Zeus.
And I bring you message of a great coming.
For this morning as, Helios
The sun god, came upon the horizon
The whole of the house of Hades fell silent
The soul of Dionysus,
The very heart of Hades,
The bringer of mysteries,
The god of wine and fertility
The god who they say makes you go crazy
Has run away, from this land I speak about;
And awaits his coming into your world.
He hides in a womb
And as Helios shall touch thy horizon
He shall be born;
As ….

Backstage we hear feet rushing and trying to calm down a pregnant woman and the nurses calling for doctors and thus, we see a great womb on the screen and we here a voice from inside the womb.


(Jim) I am the mystery king
I come to copulate and sing
To touch that feather
Of your innocent dove
I come to drown between
Your sweet settled love
Come follow me
Drink and be free
They will say I will be understood
Only when you would have gone;
Completely crazy.
(screams)
Wake up!

We hear a child cry and sounds of greetings as being shared backstage, to signify the birth of a child.

(Jim) Silver syrup of thy lovely womb
I am born…
To begin the show!

(Messenger) As…James…Douglas…Morrison.


The light gently fades.


…End of scene one…

The Sons Of Mothers They Never Hoped For.

Oh! Wax! Oh! Light!
Take your wow!
Upon this
Place of stone.

You flicker! You flatter!
All day long,
Waiting;
All Alone.

The buzzing bee
She hums to thee
Her song of sons;
She loaned.

She whispers soft
Flames flicker flop
She sings her ode;
Alone.

She flies on by
You wither and die
The flame of trust;
It blew.

You changed your mind
Her hope had died
To start the song;
A new.

No blame should come
To you or her
There is no way;
To choose.

You had to die
Her sons had lied
She'll cross this world;
Like you.

Infinte Love

I tripped over my heart; just fell. Like that. From over the bed. A warm squirrely feeling was rapidly rising underneath my chest, right next to my heart. Stroking my senses with rabid sensations. I swam out of the room to find empty air, rich with your perfume and screaming silence, whispering your words. It delivered me to a strange land of…of something…something I can not define.

The breakfast lay on the table. The newspaper on the sofa. Everything was as it would have been. But nothing was as it should have been.

This morning I woke up to an empty house, numb senses and infinite love.

She moaned in her wake the most rabid question; "Where is my soul?"

"It is here", we said " Right here".