ROMANCE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME IN THREE ACTS FOR STAGE,
SCREEN AND IN THE MIND
THE FIRST ACT - THE SINAI DESERT IN WHICH OUR HEROINE FIRST
SPIES THE OBJECT OF HER DESIRE
Our HEROINE walks on a sea of mussel shells which dye her
fur Tyrrhenian purple. They clank like iron under her paws.
She smells salt, but when she looks up realizes it is
moonlight on stones, not water. Purple washes over
everything in NUT’s shadow and all the desert creatures have
amethyst eyes, but one pair burns brighter than the rest.
The LITTLE FOX raises her snout and snuffles the air and
barks. Our HEROINE runs towards her incandescent gaze, which
emits sparks of dazzling light that glance off the splinters
of stars spat out by NUT and cut through purple. Blinded,
our HEROINE returns to her burrow and falls into a depthless
THE SECOND ACT - CENTURIES LATER IN A THEATRE IN ODENSE
Cloud-painted curtains on a candle-lit stage part to allow
fat mechanical cherubs to swoop down with blaring silver
trumpets before disappearing in clouds of smoke. Our
HEROINE enters stage left.
At the time of the new moon the
blood rubies sowed themselves in
the ground and as they grew her
strength began to fade and my
cheeks became pale.
Our HEROINE looks out towards the darkened auditorium where
faces swim and sees, in the gallery, a BELOVED face the
beams of whose eyes shoot out and pierce her breast. Her
heart glows through her silver gown with a dark purple
light. Then, wounded by the darts of love, our HEROINE is
borne away to Valhalla by the deus ex machina.
Cloud curtains close.
THE THIRD ACT - A RUINED LATE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY CITY IN
THE FOOTHILLS OF THE GOBI ALTAI
From beneath the rubble of a vast, blasted edifice of glass
and steel, our HEROINE slithers through cold rain. Her viper
instinct is drawn towards a fiery core where great red
blooms yawn and poisonous tongues taste the dead air. Of the
many writhing shapes one detaches itself from the mass and
our HEROINE yearns towards that searing presence. The
BELOVED opens her amber eyes and our Heroine looks back
unflinching as viper thoughts transfer in vivid hues inside
I chose the dark to enable me to
steal the reflections of others. As
I travelled on through multiple
dimensions of light saturated
energy I understood. This is what
the stultifying blobbiness of dense
domesticated amoeba seeks to
extinguish by sucking it into the
emptiness of daytime tv. Those
belladonna eyes gape like
existential pools to draw you in,
and all light is drained into a
focal point behind the flickering
But they are all gone now, along
with the cliffs of glass and the
jagged steel peaks. Our reflections
are our own, nothing can warp them
or steal them. Come with me to the
mountains of rock and snow - let us
leave this place.
It is too late for me - my own true
reflection has faded, only the
smears of others cloud the mirror
of my existence. I cannot leave, I
am without substance.
As the BELOVED’s thoughts fade so does the brightness of the
fiery core and our HEROINE extends her body upwards from the
ground, sensing the cooling of the air. Finally she turns
and slithers away towards the high mountains beyond the
chaos of the ruined city.
Whoever performs this ROMANCE, in whatever medium, is free
to choose the gender of the HEROINE and her BELOVED.