THEATER OF ∞

ACT ∞
SCENE ∞

AUDITORIUM OF THE THEATER OF ALPHA & OMEGA, ∞

[FADE OUT LIGHT 0/10]
[OPEN CURTAINS] (which we can only hear being done)

(luminescent words, seemingly suspended within the depths of dark space, fade in brightly)

METHINKS
THEREFORE
ME BE

(then fade back into the black)

[CLOSE CURTAINS] (which we can only hear being done)

(loud/sharp thunderclap followed by deep/vast rolling/rumbling)

[FADE IN RAIN SOUNDS 3/10]

(shoveling sounds)

TSCHIF
thuk thuk
TSCHIF

[OPEN CURTAINS]

(dimly flickering cinema screen images depicting: beneath dark rain thick cloudy skies hiding moon and starry night (for it is a dark and stormy one), a spade blade breaks the top-conscious-ground, instantly fractional-cratering a divot into dampening dirt, destined for digging into ever greater sub-conscious manifest-h(o)le depths of unfore-scene-able scope)

(a _ walks out from stage right into center stage, lit only within the glow of the screen)

ANNOUNCER/HOST: Welcome, all, we writers, readers, theater of brain/mind door greeters, stagehands, narrators, announcers, actors, audiences, and varied Who knows whos. Behold, our first-personly views of gloved grasped tightly hands, upon the ancient shaft of spade to pierce the layered stratum bands. Well already used abused, both digger and the tool, with drama’s wear and trauma’s tear, vast depths to dig we must and shall yet do. (exits stage right)

[FADE OUT RAIN SOUNDS 0/10]

(cinematic images fade back into the black)

(sequence of luminescent words appearing, arranging, combining and disappearing upon the cinema screen conveying audio, electrical, tactile, visual, etc. aspects of brain activity)

ANNOUNCER/HOST (from the dark depths): Let those with inner ears to hear the frequencies of flowing flickered flashing blips and pops pinging neural pathway pulses of knows surfing sparking synapse signal waves rippling through our mind modes waking days and dream stream starry nights.

[CLOSE CURTAINS] (which we can only hear being done)
[FADE IN LIGHT 2/10]

(a fog floats barely moving cloudly throughout the dimly lit atmospherics of the theatre surrounding the emptiness of the silent, still stage)

(the theatre proscenium before thee receding, expands, breathing to blur any lines in the sands, between author, announcer or host or yet most any actor or character or backstage stagehand, or member of theatrical musical bands and the audience or reader with book in your hands)

[OPEN CURTAINS]

(all room light fadely gathers into a center empty stage spot, leaving only deep black darkness beyond its focused beam)

ANNOUNCER/HOST: [FROM FRONT ROW CENTER SEAT IN AUDIENCE] Artaud! Artaud! Artaud? With hoped respect and outright awe, we invoke you with our summoning call; return from where you may now dwell, is it a heaven, or yet more hell? Come back to us and please relay, what you’ve seen, and knowledge gained, since last your part played on the stage, within this theatrealm.

ANTONIN ARTAUD: [BURST VIOLENTLY EXAGERATEDLY GESTICULARLY INTO SCENE] FLASH! CRASH! SHATTERED! Slivered shards of GLASS splintered wood digging deeply into fingers BLOOD fleshly claws against the walls in vain tall tops razor BARBED babies STARVED not only of food but mothering brood to WITHER AND DIE if only inside while still alive through dreams of should could instead of THESE SCENES.

[CLOSE CURTAINS]

[INSERT: TO ME, OR NOT TO ME... ACT I SCENE I :OUTSERT]

There shall be words...