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::LIGHTS ON, NIGHT. SCENE TITLE, PROJECTED OR WRITTEN ON PLACARD: 1 Walt Whitman, "Love-thoughts"
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::WHITMAN AND A "BOY" MOVE CLOSE TOGETHER, ADDRESS EACH OTHER
 
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WHITMAN: The boy's longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what he was dreaming.
 
WHITMAN: The boy's longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what he was dreaming.
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BOY: The dead leaf tallings its spiral whirl, falling still and content to the ground.
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WHITMAN: The sensitive, orbic, underlapped brothers, that only privileged feelers may be intimate where they are.
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BOY: The mystic amorous night.
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WHITMAN: The curious roamer the hand, roaming allover the body,
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BOY: the bashful withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly pause and edge themselves.
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WHITMAN: The limpid liquid within the young man,
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BOY: the vex'd corrosion so pensive and painful,
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WHITMAN: the torment,
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BOY: the irritable tide that will not be at rest,
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WHITMAN: the like of the same I feel, the like of the same in others.
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::SCENE TITLE: 2 Rufus Griswold, "Once licentiousness"
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::RESPONDING TO THE EARLIER VERSE, GRISWOLD APPEARS WITH LEAVES OF GRASS. SPEAKS TO WHITMAN
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GRISWOLD: Once licentiousness
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shunned the light;
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now it writes books
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showing how grand and pure it is,
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and prophecies
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its own ultimate triumph.
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::TO AUDIENCE, HOLDING UP LEAVES OF GRASS
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It is impossible to imagine
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how any man's fancy
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could have conceived
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such a mass of stupid filth.
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We leave this gathering of muck
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to the laws
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which have power to suppress
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such gross obscenity.

Revision as of 16:23, 27 November 2009

ENTRY IN CONSTRUCTION

Jonathan Ned Katz: "Comrades and Lovers"


ACT I
LIGHTS OFF; WHITMAN'S FIRST WORDS ARE HEARD IN THE DARK.


WHITMAN: Love thoughts

SPEAKER 1: love-juice,

SPEAKER 2: love-odor,

SPEAKER 3: love-yielding,

SPEAKER 4: love-climbers,

WHITMAN: and the climbing sap,

SPEAKER 1: arms and hands of love,

SPEAKER 2: lips of love,

SPEAKER 3: phallic thumb of love,

SPEAKER 4: breasts of love,

WHITMAN: bellies pressed and glued together with love.


LIGHTS ON, NIGHT. SCENE TITLE, PROJECTED OR WRITTEN ON PLACARD:
1 Walt Whitman, "Love-thoughts"
WHITMAN AND A "BOY" MOVE CLOSE TOGETHER, ADDRESS EACH OTHER


BOY: The wet of woods through the early hours.

WHITMAN: Two sleepers at night lying close together as they sleep,

BOY: One with an arm slanting down across and below the waist of the other.

WHITMAN: The smell of apples,

BOY: aromas from crushed sage plant,

WHITMAN: mint,

BOY: birch bark.

WHITMAN: The boy's longings, the glow and pressure as he confides to me what he was dreaming.

BOY: The dead leaf tallings its spiral whirl, falling still and content to the ground.

WHITMAN: The sensitive, orbic, underlapped brothers, that only privileged feelers may be intimate where they are.

BOY: The mystic amorous night.

WHITMAN: The curious roamer the hand, roaming allover the body,

BOY: the bashful withdrawing of flesh where the fingers soothingly pause and edge themselves.

WHITMAN: The limpid liquid within the young man,

BOY: the vex'd corrosion so pensive and painful,

WHITMAN: the torment,

BOY: the irritable tide that will not be at rest,

WHITMAN: the like of the same I feel, the like of the same in others.


SCENE TITLE: 2 Rufus Griswold, "Once licentiousness"
RESPONDING TO THE EARLIER VERSE, GRISWOLD APPEARS WITH LEAVES OF GRASS. SPEAKS TO WHITMAN


GRISWOLD: Once licentiousness

shunned the light;

now it writes books

showing how grand and pure it is,

and prophecies

its own ultimate triumph.


TO AUDIENCE, HOLDING UP LEAVES OF GRASS


It is impossible to imagine

how any man's fancy

could have conceived

such a mass of stupid filth.

We leave this gathering of muck

to the laws

which have power to suppress

such gross obscenity.