scruta http://www.scruta.org Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it. Mon, 06 Feb 2012 13:36:14 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 Epigram #12 http://www.scruta.org/poetry/epigram-12/ http://www.scruta.org/poetry/epigram-12/#comments Mon, 06 Feb 2012 13:34:34 +0000 ferret http://www.scruta.org/?p=1443 You have to step away from the past

To see that it’s passed.

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Ha!

Zhou

What?

Li

Here’s a good one!

Zhou

What?

Li

Oh, man. This is crazy. I have no idea how they thought they could print this.

Zhou

What the hell is it?

Li

Okay, so there’s a theater guy, a young guy from America. He’s here on a Fulbright.

Zhou

Oh, a Fulbright, he must be very smart.

Li

Yes, very smart. A Fulbright.

Zhou

Wow. A Fulbright! Where did he go to school?

Li

Yale.

Zhou

Yale! Wow!

Li

Yes.

Zhou

Wow. Yale.

Li

Anyway, he’s in China. He studies theater and Chinese. He does a new kind of theater.

Zhou

A new kind of theater?

Li

Yeah. It’s called applied theater. I’ve been reading about it. It’s not so new in the West.

Zhou

What is it?

Li

Basically, you make the audience into actors.

Zhou

Oh. Well, what’s so bad about that?

Li

The idea is that you explore social or political issues by getting the audience involved in particularly difficult situations.

Zhou

Political issues?

Li

Yeah. This guy went to northern Yunnan near Tibet and did a workshop with Tibetan and Han residents.

Zhou

Oh no.

Li

Yes. He presented them with a scene where a Han man got in fight with a Tibetan man and his girlfriend. The audience came in and took the rolls and tried to resolve the situation.

Zhou

Well, did they resolve it?

Li

Of course not. A teacher had to make a speech about harmony.

Zhou

Really? He had to give the harmony speech?

Li

Yeah.

Zhou

Wow.

Li

And they wanted to print this story.

Zhou

Ha. Wow.

Li

Yeah.

Zhou

But Li-

Li

Yeah?

Zhou

He has a Fulbright. He went to Yale. Why is he doing this?

Li

I don’t know.

Zhou

Yale.

Li

Yeah, Yale.

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One day, while sorting out the rotten fruit, I saw a woman gathering my refuse which I had placed outside the storeyard. I asked her what she was doing, and she said that she was collecting them for her self and that she didn’t mind the rotten ones. Her teeth shone with a strange brightness. Her eyes pierced me strangely. She filled me with suspicion. So I followed her when she left with her basket of rotten fruit.

I arrived at a massive warehouse fashioned from the hollowed trunk of a great tree that had fallen. Following her inside, I saw hundreds of laborers all polishing rotten fruit, making it gleam, readying it for sale, loading it up on trucks to take it far away from the grove. I was shocked. I found her and asked her why she did what she did.

She said it was what she had to do. Everyone else was doing so.

“And the old man?” I said.

“Him? You are living with an old fool, a man who lost his family long ago. He keeps the good fruit for himself.”

I studied her face, reassured with a pride I couldn’t penetrate. She added with her flashing teeth, “That fruit won’t last forever.”

“Why not?”

“Because the trees are dying.”

I was taken aback and full of confusion. She sighed with disdain, then took my hand. She led me in silence out of the warehouse to the nearest tree, stretching high towards the sky. She hit it with her fist and it rung with an eerie hollow. As it reverberated, I could feel my heart falling.

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It’s weird.

Zhou

What’s that?

Li

I get this feeling sometimes.

Zhou

Like what?

Li

Like I’m invisible. Like I could stop doing my job and nothing would matter.

Zhou

That’s crazy! Don’t you know how important our job is? We work in the propaganda department! We are the protectors of Chinese culture, don’t you know we’re under attack?

Li

No. I know, I know. But that’s it. The whole idea is that we’re just the people behind the scenes, the one who delete the words so they are never read. I look back at my life and I think, where is my work? It’s invisible.

Zhou

It’s noble.

Li

Is nobility being faceless? Nameless? Lost in the heap? In fact, not even lost at all. Like you were never there to begin with.

Zhou

Hmm.

Li

Do you think it will change?

Zhou

What will change?

Li

Nothing… nevermind.

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Barbican

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It’s actually quite simple,

And that’s what’s so difficult about it.

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I want the blaze to spread in a wild fire, engulfing a wide acreage of rainforest, lighting up all of Amazonia, seen even by sleepy babes from the swampy depths of Manaus. I want the satellites to relay pictures to squat, brilliant men in dilapidated security strongholds, making them gasp with stale breaths over toasted coffees. The fireball will be a phoenix testament to the world that, when analyzed properly, tells fortunes for the soothsayers of fantastic realms, cities of gold, looming on the horizon, beckoning wizened travelers from faraway lands to place their feet upon their scintillating pavements, casting gazes at the beautiful women who glimmer with metals swirled about them…

The dreamers will call this demise, this too-quick oxidation, this fiery explosion the end that caused the beginning.

]]> http://www.scruta.org/false-starts/false-start-63/feed/ 0 Bagels on the Tracks http://www.scruta.org/musings/bagels-on-the-tracks/ http://www.scruta.org/musings/bagels-on-the-tracks/#comments Sun, 30 Oct 2011 13:49:35 +0000 ferret http://www.scruta.org/?p=1415 There are a dozen bagels strewn across the tracks leading through a subway station.

What if some man lost his mind over a distressing phone call and, in a fit of rage, hurled them off the platform?

What if that distressing phone call was from an irate wife, her voice becoming more nasal the more incensed she became, complaining that bagels were not what she wanted, but rather croissants?

What if the wife was so preoccupied with bread products because she was attempting, unconsciously to drive her relationship to a breaking point, a result of her guilty personality ( highly correlated with her sky blue eyes), to atone for the on-going affair she has been having with the neighbor next door?

What if the next door neighbor, bored to death, the former co-owner of a bagel store taken from him forcibly by his ex-wife (the other co-owner) only engaged in this affair to get back at his ex-wife, posting videos of himself fucking his neighbor after she sent him pictures of herself naked in the Caribbean with a new Don Juan?

What if, spurred on by his overwhelming hatred of his ex-wife, the neighbor went back to his bagel shop surreptitiously and filled a batch of bagels with a heavy, explosive diarrhea-inducing laxative?

What?

Would it be such a bad thing that these bagels ended up strewn across the tracks of a metro station?

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]]> http://www.scruta.org/false-starts/false-start-62/feed/ 0 Too Many People Named Alex http://www.scruta.org/dialogs/too-many-people-named-alex/ http://www.scruta.org/dialogs/too-many-people-named-alex/#comments Tue, 18 Oct 2011 03:52:31 +0000 ferret http://www.scruta.org/?p=1406 [Shanghai, night - Ferret is walking down the dark alley that connects his compound to the main road. There's a Figure walking towards him in the shadows. He's dressed nicely in a collared shirt and slacks with a light scarf slung around his neck. Ferret can't make out his face so well, but he's sure he's a foreigner. Suddenly, in the dark light he appears to be Ferret's friend, Alex, a foreigner who recently moved into his alley. He calls to him as they pass each other.]

Ferret

Alex!

[The Figure stops, undoes his earplugs and turns to face Ferret.]

Figure

Yes?

[It's not Alex.]

Ferret

Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you looked like someone I know. Somebody named Alex.

Figure

But my name is Alex.

Ferret

[very embarrassed]

It’s another Alex. Sorry.

[Ferret scuttles away, embarrassed.]

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