DARNELL sits in a circle with five other people. He’s the normal one – calm – attending to the group, and to the audience.
The people in the group yap away. They don’t listen to each other, and they ignore DARNELL. Overlapping…
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree:
Look Homeward, Angel!
Hi. My name is…
There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes…
This is my first time here.
The rich are different from you and I
It never seemed strange to me to wear sweatshirts for underwear. It only seemed odd to the rich.
Can’t get a word in edgewise here. They’re carried away!
They continue to babble…
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are –
I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy…
Is this a monthly thing? Or…
…tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther…And one fine morning–
DARNELL turns to PERSON 5 and tries to start a side conversation.
Do you come to this often?
PERSON 5 ignores him and blurts out, to no one in particular.
Oh, dear. Don’t be so tiresome.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Darnell steps away from the group.
Ahhhhhh! Shut up!
This gets them quiet. They freeze.
I never went back there again. Hey, I go to work, go home, get along with my wife, go to movies, play tennis, drive my kids around. I take a few lumps from my kids – which I deserve – after the way I treated my parents. Normal stuff. Try to keep it on an even keel. See Dr. Ross four times a year, swallow the pills, and leave it at that.