Tuesday, January 31, 2012

"THEATER OF WORDS"
A
NEW PLAY
BY
BINA SHARIF

COPYRIGHT:Bina Sharif 2012

THE MOST SOPHISTICATED LADY: (SO CALLED)

Oh! I am sorry
You misunderstood me.
It must be your English.
You know what I mean?

I mean....
Your cultural origin....
Your background........

You know
You always wear nice scarfs...
Nice jewel
But your understanding of my support
system is cultural.
Origin, background.

You always wear nice scarfs
Nice jewelry
But your understanding of my support system
is cultural.

You know what I mean?
You understand what I am saying?

I mean you should be proud of yourself
You know my language
and I don't speak any hindi
even if your grammar is not there yet.........

UNSOPHISTICATED LADY: (SO CALLED)

You don't need to remind me
that I am inferior than you.
I already know and have understood that.

ANOTHER UNSOPHISTICATED LADY: (SO CALLED)

Yes, me too.
Remember last time
and many many times before that
you told me that I was inferior and since you
are such a great, great friend and my only support system
and my only supportive friend
in the west...
I really understood that...
and I am now in complete awareness of
my position of inferiority...............

THE MOST SOPHISTICATED LADY: (SO CALLED)

But still here and there
you can understand what we mean........

THE SECOND UNSOPHISTICATED LADY:

You don't need to apologize
since we are inferior
and trying to perfect our inferiority
in a superior atmosphere
so we can listen to you and like you.
I mean no wrong
but we need to listen to you
and correct our grammar....
You are perfectly correct
because here in correct and perfect grammatic society
we need to learn
the correct grammar ....
but actually that will
hinder our descent into inferiority
and to please you........................(Interruption by the third unsophisticated lady)

THE THIRD UNSOPHISTICATED LADY

And to please you
we need to go down to the ground
and we are almost there....
Actually you helped us get there
and now we are extremely peaceful
with our new superior position
which is our complete inferiority.

In order to make peace in the world
especially in the modern, liberated world
there has to be complete submission
and subjugation
and obedience
of one kind of people with incorrect grammar
to the other kind of people with perfect grammar
After all its the theater of words.

For so long we tried to be like you
tried so hard to learn the grammar
but alas...............

But now we have healed our self...............(Interrupted by the fourth unsophisticated lady)

THE FOURTH UNSOPHISTICATED LADY

We healed our selves finally
mind you with a great effort...
and now our tail is the proof.
We are fully tamed,
domestic, harmless inferior animals.

Gee, how can I convince you of your own superiority
if you yourself don't believe it?
and thats the problem between superior and inferior people.
If your grammar is correct
you are superior
and if its not correct
you are inferior.
Thats it
Simple as all that
You have been teaching us grammar
and we still got it wrong
Just can't get it right
because thats the sign of inferiority
in the theater of words.................
Words, thats all.
Words, words, words.............
I know the words but I don't have correct grammar...........
I accept it fully
that I am inferior..........

FIFTH UNSOPHISTICATED LADY:

We fully...
one hundred percent believe
that we are inferior people.
But you have to go to psychiatrists
and pay thousands of dollars to believe in your own superiority
though you describe your problems to the superior lady,(the psychiatrist)
in perfect grammar and even if she believes that you are superior
but just wants the money and have you on the leash...
you yourself don't believe in your own superiority....

Then sometimes just to prove your superiority
you literally kill.....
That's not superiority
that's violence.....................

We the inferior have come to peace
and you the superior have come to violence
and when you give the orders for violence
you use perfect grammar
because you are superior
and you are the lead actors in the theater of words.
And we?
Not even supporting players............
We are still considered animals............
Amazing...........
Modernity is so hard to comprehend
Just like grammar...........................

THEATER OF WORDS TO CONTINUE.



Thursday, January 26, 2012

TILL YESTERDAY

The birds were singing till yesterday
Then what happened?
Why have they stopped chirping?
I don't hear anything
Its all so quiet
Maybe thats good
The quiet....

But the quiet is Ok from people
Not the birds
Their chirping soothes the ear and the soul
People's chirping becomes shrill as it goes on
and it goes on and on
The most insensitive creatures
and the most cruel are the humans

They can't sing
Because they have harsher throats
they yell and scream
and yell and scream
till they become hoarse
and still don't stop
They take singing lessons
but still can't carry the melody

They can sing maybe in a show
but they can't sing with human beings
they scream
and scream
and scream

Its the hatred
humans carry in their hearts for other humans
They hate each other
but claim that they love
they can't love
they are afraid of love
love is a song
they can't sing
they are always competing for being right
everyone of them is always right
but every other person they are yelling at is wrong
wrong
wrong
wrong
always wrong

I want to hear the birds on my window sill
They always chirp in the morning
they wake me up
thats a nice wake up call
better then the construction workers constructing another condo
for the rich brats to live in..............

'you think I am poor?"
Some one asked me the other day
"Oh! gee, no way, you are rich
rich, rich, rich."

Its scary to hear it.........

Most of the people are poor on this planet
and all they talk about is their eternal poverty
There is a, "POVERTY PROJECT" some one is doing
in the inner cities of America
It was scary
I watched it on tv
Though I usually don't watch tv
but I watched
And the poverty project was on
Oh! gee I said,
Just my luck
Can't get away from the word poverty
till some one asked demanded to know
,"Do you think I am poor?"
It was scary
the demand of the rich
Never ever with such demanding voice can you be poor darling

No, no way...
But I don't like the word, poverty or riches
one can never be too rich or too poor
it just doesn't end
the struggle of the rich
and the struggle of the poor

The apple makes 46 billion dollars profit from their factories in China
where they pay $20 dollars for 14 hours work with overtime
where the aluminum dust blows into their lungs and throats and eyes
The poisonous stuff...............
The poisonous stuff with which they polish
the rich person's IPAD..............

And the factory explodes and the teenagers flesh melts away
and their parents built monuments over their dead bodies
in their own homes................

But $46 billion dollars is 46$ billion dollars

and one of them who is making it asks me,
'Do you think I am poor?"

How dare I not answer in the affirmative?
They will explode my flesh into vapors too
and there will be no monument built on my dead body
my parents are already dead
and there is no home to have the monument built.....

I better be careful with rich people
not offend them
I mean
They are not singing birds
who will just fly away to other destinations
When offended

They have wings
They can fly
Fly away..............

I hope I didn't offend them...
like I seem to offend humans
At least they claim that I offend them
I must be very offensive............

The birds didn't think so ....
But the birds are different
They sing
and any one who sings
is more sensitive................

Why are they not singing today?
Till yesterday I heard their songs
What happened?

I hope I didn't offend them
Since I am such an offensive person
according to other humans
who are just so wonderful
and caring
and loving
and adoring...............

But I could have never offended the birds
I was always asleep when they chirped
A sleeping person is like a dead person
and dead never offend any one...

No, I couldn't have done that
I was always asleep
I am usually asleep
when I am awake
I am still asleep
A sleep walker
A sleep listener

People try to trick me subtly
because I am slow to catch on their tricks
because
I am almost always asleep...............

People chirping
in their put downs
I am always asleep
not understanding
because the slow slumber of sleep..............

A nice feeling.........
the slumber, the sleep
But I was always happy to wake up with the birds on my window sill
till yesterday.................

They flew away to distant lands
Some one told me that
the birds migrate
especially in cold weather
they fly away to distant lands

I hope that is the case
Its cold on my window sill
It snows
and ny birds are very sensitive
because they sing
they need the warmth.............

I hope they flew away just for that reason
and not for anything I said or did to cause offense............

I hope not
I won't be able to forgive myself af that was the case............
and they will come back in the spring time and stay on my
window sill till the next winter comes................

I have to live till that time
Till my birds come back and sing for me..................
I have to be alive to hear my birds chirp one more time..................

Saturday, January 7, 2012

MADMAN
AND
A MAD WOMAN
BY
BINA SHARIF
copyright:binasharif:2011-2012

MAD MAN:

I am not a martyr. I have figured it all out
about life.

MAD WOMAN:

What have you figured out about life?
You haven't got much of a life any way
and in your state of mind what can you figure out?
Life is the business of philosophers in clean suits with
brief cases and great jobs. Only those kind of people know about life.

MAD MAN:

I know about life. I know about it more than any one else.

MAD WOMAN:

What do you know?
Tell me. Enlighten me about life.

MAD MAN:

Life is entirely meaningless.
Totally, absolutely meaningless.
And wants to just live it?
Live it out till one dies without a ray of purpose,
hope,faith,future.
Future is all meaningless too, so is faith, so is hope.
There can't be no hope when there is no meaning.
Tell me what is the meaning of your life that you want to live it?

MAD WOMAN:

I have faith in me and thus faith in life and thats the meaning
of my life, my faith,

MAD MAN:

What's your faith?

MAD WOMAN:

No faith in particular. I mean I am not a catholic, nor a protestant
or jewish or a mormon..........

MAD MAN: (cuts her of)

But you are in a church. You must have a catholic faith?

MAD WOMAN:

I am in a church because its cold out side and church is
nice enough to people who are shivering with cold and are not philosophers.
Church want the non philosophers to be warm also in the freezing winter.
I am not here for my faith or for jesus. I am here for warmth and may be hot tea.

MAD MAN:

But you are not having hot tea. Others are having it.

MAD WOMAN:

I will have hot tea soon

MAD MAN:

When?

MAD WOMAN:

Soon

MAD MAN:

Why don;t you go to the other side and get some hot tea?

MAD WOMAN:

let them get done with it. I don't want to go near clean people
with meaningful lives.

MAD MAN:

No people's life has meaning. Clean people, dirty people,
Scientists, lawyers,doctors,............


Friday, December 30, 2011

BACK IN ONE PIECE?

I doubt it...

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

INCREDIBLE SENSE OF SADNESS AND PARALYSIS OF WILL TO TAKE A LONG JOURNEY
BACK HOME

Oh! yes.
Feel so disoriented
So bewildered
Can't make a decision about anything
I mean anything
Going?
Not going?
Where?
Don't know
Cold countries
Snow
Slush
Sleet
Rain
No
Can't go there
Somewhere else?
Don't know

The day pass
The evening pass
The next day pass
The next evening pass
Going?
Not going?
Where?

Where to stay?
Hotel?
Bed and breakfast?
Friend's house?
The other friend's house?
The cats
No cats
Three day maximum limit

Going?
Not going?
Where to stop?

Bed and breakfast?
Pounds?
Double the dollar

Buy new pants?
Buy a winter jacket?
New shoes?
New sweater?
New hat?
Cold countries
Rain
Slush
Snow
Sleet

Going?
Not going?

Don't stop anywhere
Go directly
A long flight
A long long flight
Want to break the journey
Where?

Friend's place
The one with the cats?
Or
The one with three day stay limit?
So tiring
So tiring everything

Shopping?
So tiring...
No winter jacket?
Can't go without the winter jacket
Can't go with good solid pair of shoes
Sneakers to jog
Jog where?

Going?
Not going?

Go directly
Long flight
A long flight
Long, long flight...

Where to stay once the long, long never ending flight ends?
Brother's place?
Sister's place?
But the brother not well
But the sister not there

Where to stay?
Bother the not so well brother?
That's not nice
But where to stay?
Go when the sister comes back
But thats so late

Leave him alone?
He is not so very well either
Leave him alone?
For how long?
How long to stay?
Stay in sister's house?
Or the brother's house?
Brother not feeling well...

Leave the husband alone?
Husband not feeling completely well either
How long to leave him alone?
A month?
Too short a trip to go so far
So far...
Far, far away...........
Far,far away...
So long a flight
Two months?
Too long
Too, too long...
Too long to stay at the sister's house
Far too long to stay at the brother's house
The brother not so well...

Which house to stay?
Which house to stay when you are back home?
Back home?
Yes, back home...
I don't have a house there
House there of my own

Which house to stay when you are there?
Sister's house?
Or brother's house?
Brother not so well...

Don't go
Have to go
Brother not so well...

Stay in a hotel
Hotel?
Not possible
Not possible at all
We don't stay in a hotel when we go back home
But you said, you don't have a home there?

I didn't say that
I said, "I don't have my own house back home"
Thats what I said...

Its still my home
But I don't have a house there
House of my own back home...

What about the memories once you are settled some where...
Somewhere?
Yes, your brother's house?
Or your sister's house?
Sister not there right now
Brother not so well...

But finally when you decide...
Decide?
Decide where to stay...

Its not up to me
I have no choice

Sister;s house
Or
The brother's house

Sister not there
Brother not so well...

All hard choices
All difficult choices
All emotionally difficult choices...

But you have to make one
Some kind of choice has to be made

Don't go
Not possible
Brother not so well
Have to see him...

And the memories?
What memories?
The memories of your home...

The memories of my home?
Yes.
I don't understand

The memories, once you are back home
Your memories of your childhood, brothers and sisters, mother and father
Your own house, your mother and father's house, your house, where you were
born, the love, the youth, the food, the warm weather, the mangoes, the dream,
the ambition, the drive, the laughter, the singing, the friends, the neighbors...

What about all those memories once you are back home?
I don't want to go
Can't handle it
I have to go
Brother not so well
Have to go...

Then get up and go get a winter jacket in case you break your journey
in a cold country...
Snow, slush, rain, sleet...
And a good solid pair of shoes
And a sweater
And gloves
And a hat...

Get up and go buy those things

Haven't been able to get up and go shopping
Haven't been able to do anything...
Will to do nothing under all the emotions...
Emotions
Emotions
Present
past
is
Gone...

If I don't buy a good solid pair of shoes
I won't go any where...
Then why am I not buying the shoes?
Can't get up and go shopping...

Going?
Or
Not Going?

Have to go
Brother not so well...

Long flight
Long, long flight
Break the journey
Where to stay in a foreign country?
With the friend
The one with cats?
Or
The one who can accommodate you only for three days?
Three days is better than nothing....................
Then I will have to buy a winter jacket and a hat and a sweater............

London will be cold
Stop somewhere else
Where?

Take a durect flight
Long flight
So long a flight
Don't go
Have to go
Brother not so well...
Then go
Where to stay?
At your brother's house
Brother not so well
So you go take care of him...
You are going for him right?
Right
So go stay with him and take care of him
So sad to see him sick...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

"IN THE HOTEL ROOM"
A
PLAY
BY
BINA SHARIF

Copyright:binasharif:2011

MOONOOSHA MANOOSHA (A CALL GIRL)

BHANDOOR BHANDOOR: (A RICH FAT MAN, A BANKER PROBABLY)

MOONOOSHA:

Money first Mr...

BHANDOOR:

I just treated you at a five star restaurant.
You ate so much
You drank so much
The wine bottle after another wine bottle.
One wine bottle cost me one thousand dollars
Already you have cost me some big bucks...

MOONOOSHA:

Big bucks you stole from me...

BHANDRA: (Laughs his heart out)

From you?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, from you? ha, ha, ha, ha,

MOONOOSHA:

Yes, from people like me and the others...

BHANDRA:

People like you? Ha, ha, ha, ha......People like you?
What a joke! What a fat white joke. You are a call girl.
I pay you. I feed you, I pay the bill, the big fat bill.
Though you are small, lean and thin, you have a good appetite.
You eat a lot. You ate the whole lobster, the frisee salad, kalmata
olive bread, the buffalo cheese, the truffle soaked soft goat cheese with
a hint of white asparagus, Cream of pumpkin seed soup and that chocolate mousse...
and you are still so slim...I look at the food and I get fat, look at me,

(Aside) I hope after spending so much money, so much money on this skin and bones
creature, after spending a fortune,
 amount of money a bright student can graduate from Harvard.
I hope after all that I can get it up...
After all I am paying her for fucking me,
 fucking me, the real fucking me and not just fucking me up...
But actually if I can't get it up, it won't be her fault

But still I want her to fuck me and I want to fuck her to get my money's worth, maybe if I can't get it up I will ask her to suck me but If I am still so limp what's the pleasure in sucking a piece of candy which has been sucked already, 
so what am I going to do? I should have eaten less.

Small portions of all that gourmet food when,
 you order everything and just look at it and smell it 
and feel powerful and rich even if you are a call girl 
but a call girl not for an ordinary ass hole 
but an important hedge fund ass hole. 
 They know who to get a call from.

They are smart. 
 Actually smarter than all the fat hedge fund managers 
who end up going to jail eventually.
 just like those two aliens, fat aliens from another planet who just went to jail for life.
They don't know how to steal, 
those beginners at the game of fraud...Please, they have lots to
learn from pros like us... learn from us ass holes. 
 The first lesson of fraud is not to get caught.
If you are going to get caught don't do it. Just don't do it.
 Don't even try. You are going to get caught any way
Just cheat and steal and spend it on hookers and call girls.

This one, (He gestures towards the call girl who is sitting and sipping champagne) Look at her, skin and bones, even if I could get it up, her bones are going to stick in my loose flesh like spiked heels which look like thorny daggers. Maybe I should just give her the money and send her home, this bitch...She will be happy to leave and why not? She won't even have to have her thongs off and make thirty thousand dollars just for her spiky clavicle bone.

What the fuck for?
Why do we spend so much money on hookers and prostitutes and call girls while we all have wives?

Our fucking wives are as fat as us....mother fuckers fat, fat, fat, fat.
I can tolerate my fat but not my wife's.
A woman's fat is ugly, ugly, ugly.
Like a pig, a female pig, wife pig, wife fat.
Can you imagine a wife and fat on top of it?

Just to have a skinny woman in my room, in my bed even if her shin is like the sharpest possible blade of a dagger hitting my testicles....and paying thirty thousand dollars for that...
Even if its stolen money from other fat mother fuckers, its still going from my pocket to her little purse.
Holly shit, so much of my money is going to go in her tiny little shiny purse, the bitch of a hooker, the cunt of a call girl, the mother of whores, the mother of all whores with pus coming out of her smelly cunt, the smell which she hides with Channel number five which I fucking buy for all these mother fucker whores who fuck so many other fat hedge fund mother fuckers that I can't put my mouth on her smelly cunt so I have to buy her perfume first and then feed her the Foi Gras and truffles and then bring her here, pay $3000 for the room where she is going to demand her fucking $3o,ooo and I am limp as melting ice cream.
It happens always. Always. By the time I bring these whores in the room for another champagne I go limp.
No force, no hardness, no stiffness, no nothing.
(Touches his crotch)
What's wrong with you, you mother fucker? 
 Why don't you stand up for yourself?
Stand up you ass hole, Stand up.
 I am paying so much money for you to stand up and you
are always sleeping. Why are you always dozing off on me?
Which pills did you take?
She gave it to you?
This bitch?
This fucking bitch?

But you were sleeping with the last bitch and the bitch before this one.
You love to sleep.
I take you out, feed you, take you to the ball games, 
take you to fancy hotel rooms
and all you do is want to sleep and now you are sleeping.
What the fuck am I going to do with this bitch's bones if you don't stand up?
Stand up for your self. There is no dignity in always being so limp.
Stand up for your self and stand up for me.

What, the gucci under wear of mine is too tight for you to stand up?

Ok, I am going to free you from the bondage of Gucci, 
Ok so you can stand up like a man, tall, erect, unbending, 
ready to shoot like John Wayne....Shoot baby shoot, shoot her...
ha,ha,ha,ha, Yes, I would love to shoot her before I give her my $30,000
 but then I will for sure go to jail and my success is not to go to jail.
That's for sure, That is my decision. 
 That is the decision of every smart hedge fund manager.
Steal but never go to jail.

Those two fat ones, one was really fat, fat,
 I mean fat, much fatter than me,
The other one also fat but not as fat as the first one,
Both went to jail.
Stupid.
They thought they were as smart as us,but hell no.
No one is as smart as us.
They were foreigners....
Stupid idiots.
 If you are a stupid idiot who don't know how to steal,
 don't become a hedge fund manager.
To have a limp penis is one thing but to go to jail?
That's a killer man.
I will take a limp penis any day.

MOONOOSHA:

So let me have it.

BHANDRA:

Let you have what?

MOONOOSHA:

Let me have my money.

NHANDRA:

And?

MOONOOSHA:

And let me go home

BHANDRA:

And what about the fucking?

MONOOSHA:

You seems like a pudding, a cold jello, a syrupy sorbet, a terra missou, a wet spung cake,
spagetti soaked with too much sauce, a soft pillow to lie your head on and snore...

BHANDRA:

So why would you get paid if I am a huge bundle of dripping, syrupy softness?

MONOOSHA:

That's my pay to be here in this hotel room with you...
What happens in that hotel room or what doesn't happen is not part of my contract.

BHANDRA:

Who signed the contract?

MONOOSHA:

Our business has nothing to do with written contracts and even if it was, you won't
sign your name on anything.
You know what I am talking about?
The adultery the divorce, the alimony,
 the billions of dollars you will have to pay to your fat wife.

BHANDRA:

How do you know my wife is fat?

MONOOSHA: (Laughs)

Every fat man who has a lot of money to pay an expensive call girl in a hotel room
who can't get it up has a fat wife at home ,
who will sue his ass for all the money
 he has been stealing from all the banks in the world. 
 You don't want your fat wife to get all your money. Do you?

You are better off paying me my share and let it go at that.
The call girl will save you all the trouble of fat lawyers, 
fat wives and all that money you will have to give to your hedge fund children.
Come on hand me the dollars so I can go to another client.
You are not capable of even me sucking you, 
how are you going to fuck?

Its just a waste of my time.
Other clients com so fast and I am out of the door in five minutes.
You are taking too much time dozzing off and snoring.

BHANDRA:

I am not snoring, I am not dozzing off,
 I am wide awake as a hawk 
and you have to do something to me or with me
 before you get my money. Its hard earned money.

MONNOSHA:

Hard earned, my smelly ass. Its my money in your pocket any way, 
my money and
the money of millions of people like me.

BHANDRA:

Oh! there are millions of call girls like you out there?

MONOOSHA:

Don't fuck with me Mr, You know what I mean
now open your God damned wallet
and give me my share.

BHANDRA:

Your share?
You are not in my office as my hedge fund assistant
You are just a call girl and bony call girl on top of that 
and so far you have not done nothing to me, 
you haven't even touch my penis yet,
You are not getting a penny.

MONOOSHA: (Furious)

Oh! yes, you fuck, oh! yes.
I am going to use my bony ribs and my bony elbows
 and my bony legs and my bony ass to kick you into a purple pulp, 
yo fuck, you mother fucker...
Where is your fucking wallet?
Where is your fucking wallet? (She is screaming)

BHANDRA:

Don't scream so loud, some one will hear you. 
 I have a reputation in this town.

MONOOSHA;

Yes, I know you have a reputation that your penis doesn't rise and women like me have to wait all night to get their money waiting for your mother fucker penis to raise its head...but I am not one of those suckers, those martyrs from South East Asia and Russia, I am born and bread in here, in here in the United States of America and you don't know what I can do to you...you fuck. 

(She leaps at him like a tiger, they struggle for a while, she finds his wallet in his pocket, takes the money, and starts to leave)

BHANDRA:

At least suck my penis once, at least once, suck my penis before you go so I can feel that I got some thing out of it. Suck my penis, please suck my penis, I am a big boss, every employ of mine in my office would suck my penis if I asked them and even if I didn't ask them, but I have a reputation in this town, please suck my penis...

MONOOSH:

Go suck your penis yourself.

BHANDRA:

No I can't. I am too fat. And even if I was thin like you I won't be able to suck my own penis.
If that was the case we men, we rich men in the finance business will save lots of our money.
if we could only suck our own penises...but we can't...I am sure no one can suck his own penis...that's why we pay you so much money...you took a hell of a lot of money out of my wallet now suck my penis before you leave.

MONOOSH:

Go home, ask your wife to suck your limp penis.
 I have high standards. 
 The penis I suck is very
lean, hungry, tall, erect and agile. 
 Your penis is an insult to manhood. 
 Your penis is an insult to humanity.
Go ask your wife to suck your flabby penis.

BHANDRA:

A wife never suck a penis especially a fat wife. 
 I have a fat wife. A very fat wife. A very very fat wife.

MONOOSH:

Oh! go fuck yourself and go fuck your wife.

BHANDRA:

My wife and I don't fuck. 
 We are both too fat to fuck each other. 
 That's the reason I have bony call girls.

MONOOSH:

(As she is leaving)

Hey listen, Mr, hedge fund manger, 
Do anything and everything possible within your reach to get your penis up and standing for at least half an hour...That's how much time I need to suck any penis...I am an expert in sucking a thick, juicy, steely and hard penis.
Get that done and then call me...

By the way my fee is hundred thousand dollars per sucking...
I charged you less
because I am a fair human being....
I knew the moment I heard about your profession, the situation of our penis.
I have been with the likes of you.  Always like a pulp made of avocado...
with sour cream on it...
and sour cream is not my cup of tea.
I like home made fresh cream with English scones for breakfast after...
 Aftre the other delicious cream made by a man.
A man.
I say.
A man. 
 And you are not a man. 
 Good night.

(She leaves)

LIGHTS FADE

THE END

Thursday, October 20, 2011

THEMES

Themes
Thoughts
Notes
Fragments

Yes, fragments
That's a good title
Fragments...
Fragments of a thought.

Fragments of thoughts
Fragments of many thoughts
That's all I have
That's all I seem to have
Fragments of thoughts

Thoughts fragmented
Disconnected thoughts
Thoughts not coherent
Fragmented...Boken.

Thoughts, so many thoughts
Not connected
Fragmented
Broken into many other thoughts
Thoughts scattered
Fragmented
Not cohesive
Broken into fragments
Broken rhythms of thoughts
Un-ending broken, fragmented thoughts
Thoughts?
Nevertheless, many thoughts
Every second another fragment of a thought
What can be made of the broken fragmented thoughts?

A poem?
A play?
A novel?
An essay?
A memoir?
A lecture?
A talk?
A Novella?
An epic poem?

Nothing?
None of the above
Why not?
Too fragmented
Not connected
No narrative
No thread
No connection with the previous thought
No relationship of any kind
Just thoughts
Too fragmented
Too many thoughts
Too many thoughts

What should I do with all these broken thoughts?
All these fragments of thoughts?