POST DOGMATIST QUARTERLY
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Alphabets for the Melancholy
 a play for language on a sinking ship
 by Che LeMomo (1998)

Silent movie dance for dancer (Dawn) and theramin (Saint-Saens’ "The Swan" performed by Clara Rockmore). Many blue letters fall from the sky, creating a sea, but this abecedarian ocean lacks Zs, so the dancer casts handsfull of Zs upon the waves. The three sailors (S1, S2, S3) sleep in fetal positions on the ocean floor. When the dance is over, they awake.

S3                   Is this the night
S2                   Is this the way
Captain       Was she the dawn
S1                   Me’Captain
Captain       My dawn
S3                   Captain
S2                   Me’Captain
S1                   Me’Captain

Live Sound    Ping

S1                   Is this the way the Always drowns
S2                   Is this the way the Bottom sounds
S3                   Is this the way the Cry confesses
Captain       Is this the way the Dawn undresses

Dawn is regal but nobody sees her.

S3                   There
S1                   There
Captain       Here
S1                   Nevermore
Captain       Or evermore

Ss (whispering)       We have nowhere to come from
                                   Nowhere to go
                                   Nowhere to come from
                                   Nowhere to go
Captain                  But here
S3                              Ahoy
S2                              It is now then
S3                              Now then
Captain                  This is
S2                              Me’Captain
Captain                  Where is the dawn
                                  I must reach the dawn

S3                    Farewell to right and reason, say
Ss                    Farewell to right and reason
S1                    Light at noon is out of season
Ss                    Say farewell to right and reason

S2                    I can beat this, Captain

Improvisational event (The Fish)

Captain         I may have been wrong but I know it was real;
                          She undressed from her red gray orange fold
                          And her nakedness was gold...

S1                     Gold
S3                     Gold
S1                     Gold
S3                     Gold

S1                     Gold
S3                     Gold
S1                     Gold
S3                     Gold

Live Sound       Ping

S1                     Is this the way the Ever ends
S2                     Is this the way the Fever tends
S3                     Is this the way the Gateway closes
Captain         Is this the way the Hope reposes

S3                     What, what way
S1                     This passed into that
S2                     That passed into this
S1                     To here
S2                     To this
S1                     To this and that
S3                     It is now then
Captain         This is...
                           She is...

Dawn             This is the way -- this is the night -- now...
Captain         My dawn
S1                     Me’Captain
S2                     Me’Captain
S3                     Captain

Live Sound       Ping

S1                     Is this the way the Ink obscures
S2                     Is this the way the Jest endures
S3                     Is this the way the Kitten nines
Captain         Is this the way the Love unwinds

S2 (whispering)             We have nowhere to come from
                                         Nowhere to go
Ss (whispering)             Nowhere to come from
                                         Nowhere to go

Captain          But here...
S3                      But here is everywhere...  Here is... Now...

Dawn              You are leaving Y; you are commencing Z

Captain          I may have been drunk but I know I was
                            blessed; and her nakedness, her dawn,
                            undressed, was gold...

S1                       Gold
S3                       Gold
S1                       Gold
S3                       Gold

S3                       Her light is almost, almost gone now, here now

Live Sound         Ping

S1                       Is this the way the Morning hurts
S2                       Is this the way the Never lurks
S3                       Is this the way the Only soars
Captain           Is this the way the Passion roars
S3                       Is this the way the Quick escape it
S2                       Is this the way the Rest won’t make it

Live Sound         Ping

S3                       No
S2                       Already
S1                       It’s now
S3                       Oh no
Captain           Sing... Sing...

Captain           This is the way the Star unwraps
                            This is the way the Thunder claps
                            This is the way the Urn remembers
                            This is the way the Vision embers
                            This is the way the Windfall clutches
                            This is the way the X-ray touches
                            This is the way the Yearn complies
                            This is the way the Zenith... Cries

S3               This was this
S2               And that was that
S3               It’s now then
S2               Now
S3               Past Y
S2               Whereat
S3               Bedoomed
S2               Monsooned
S3               We’re out of time
S2               Fate calls
S3               In squalls
S2               Swells rising
S1               Climb
S3               Rise
Ss               Rise
S2               Crest
Ss               Crest
S3               But there... Look there...
S1               It treads uncanny
Ss               Oh
S1               Sea spirit
S3               Captain
S2               Is it
S3               Is it he
S2               Its ghostly tread becalms the sea
S3               Tis a god, perhaps
S1               Hide your vision in the mist!

The sailors put on spectacles of mist & blindly look about.

Ss       Shshsssshsssh (misty sea sounds)

Blind Tiresias, dragging a rope, crosses the stage diagonally as he recites the following.

Tiresias          Have you sailed the Aegean’s
                                                                    Brimstone
                                                                    Clouds?
                                                              Or Drunk the juice of
                                                                    Enigmatic
                                                                    Fruits?
                                                                    Glissando’d down to
                                                                    Hades’ hounds
                                                                    Inhaling heaven’s disrepute?
Have you wrung the sweat from Jeremiah’s gauze, or
                                                                    Kissed the
                                                                    Lace that wraps the
                                                                    Moon?
                               Can you quell the Neural flight to
                                                                    Oz
                                                                    Propelling history’s
                                                                    Quest for doom?
                                                  Can you Read the morning?
                                                                    Stencil
                                                                    Tears?
                                                                    Uncoil
                                                        Like a Vampire razorback?
                                                                    Weave hope from white
                                                                    Xeranthemums?
                                                         Pluck Yearnings
                                                 >From the Zodiac?

As the captain recites the following, a small white sailing ship slowly crosses the ocean, following the path of Tiresias.

Captain   Auckland
                   Barbados, nevermore
                   Carpathus and
                   Durham
                   Elba, nevermore
                   Frobisher Bay
                   Gibraltar
                   Hong Kong
                   Ischia, off Naples’ coast, nevermore
                   Jamaica
                   Kinsale
                   Lisbon, nevermore
                   Mar del Plata
                   Newport, nevermore
                   Odessus
                   Porto
                   Quiberon Bay
                   Ravenna
                   Shanghai
                   Tobago, nevermore
                   Ungava Bay
                   Vera Cruz
                   Willis Isle
                   Xanthus
                   Yalta and
                   Zanzibar...

                            Nevermore...
                                 Nevermore

S3                            Or evermore
                                You said...

Improvisational event (The Wind)

S3 (praying before a candle) Apple
                                                 Bees
                                                 Can
                                                 Dapple trees with
                                                 Earthy
                                                 Flights of
                                                 Grazing lights...
                                                 Hum tumblers,
                                                 Incandescent mumblers,
                                                 Jets
                                                 Kinetic,
                                                 Lithesome bumblers...
                                                 Morning’s hustle
                                                 Noonday’s bustle,
                                                 Orange
                                                 Pollen
                                                 Quivers
                                                 Rustle,
                                                 Solar
                                                 Tigers
                                                 Ultrasonic,
                                                 Vibrant flyers
                                                 Waltzing chronic!
                                                 Xiphoid guzzlers, make my honey!
                                                 Yeomen, buzz your sunny
                                                 Zeal!

S1                   One hell of a time we had of it
                        When her golden body rose
S3                   It comes from here
S2                   To us no song comes: Nowhere
Captain       Here...
S3                   Here...

Captain       I may have been lost when the dawn undressed
                        when I saw sky and ocean part their lips
                        I tried, I tried to embrace her

Ss         Say
S2         Farewell to right and reason
Ss         Say farewell to right and reason

Dawn           You are leaving Y; you are commencing Z

Ss                   We have nowhere to come from
                        Nowhere to go
                        Nowhere to come from
                        Nowhere to go
Captain       But here

Live Sound    Ping

S1                   Is this the night the Angel wakes
S2                   Is this the night the Blossom shakes
S3                   Is this the night the Clear-eyed grope
Captain       Is this the night the Doll’s eyes ope(n)
S1                   Is this the night the Engine seizes
S2                   Is this the night the Faith in Jesus
S3                   Is this the night the Galloping quakes
Captain       Is this the night the Harbinger waits

S3                   What was
S1                   We looked but did not see
S2                   And there stood this and that
S1                   As that was passing into this
S2                   As this was passing into that
Captain       Here

Everything suspends as Dawn glows and speaks. S3, her candle still lit, carries it across the ocean before Dawn and kneels beside Captain, who is, as he has been from the beginning, suspended from a Jacob’s ladder.

Dawn           It shall flow like time but be fuller
                         not silent
                         a thing no human instrument can measure or touch
                         like the language of nature’s arcing gestures
                         the voice of flying
                         a grammar traced in a canopy of stars
                         to which your hearts respond by beating
                         It is that tone unheard to which you dance alone
                         for still you are alone
                         and must be alone...

                         The way, without effort, he attaches himself
                         to a frail, spinning world
                         and holds on
                         or is held
                         through the chill of winter
                         blue summer
                         gray fall
                         It is a form of knowledge you will certainly gain
                         by looking at yourself from the moon
                         or from a star
                         a silent knowing that causes even
                         the microcosmically small to lie down
                         together
                         under distance
                         vastness
                         night
                         to smother your vulnerability in an embrace

S3       Did anyone hear that bell? the bell?

Pause. Nobody hears it.

S2                   No
Captain       My dawn
S2                   Me’Captain
Captain       Dawn
S2                   Me’Captain
S1                   Captain

Dawn           This is the way -- this is the night -- Now...
Captain       Now... Yes...

S2       Now
S3       The bell
S1       There is no bell

S3                   Then we have nowhere to come from
                        Nowhere to go
S1/S2 (mocking)    Nowhere to come from
                                   Nowhere to go

Captain          But here

S2                      And nowhere
S3                      Somewhere
S2                      Nowhere

Live Sound        Ping

S1                       Is this the night the Inference hits
S2                       Is this the night the Javelin splits
S3                       Is this the night the Koan is clear
Captain           Is this the night the Lost reappear

Dawn               It is

S1                       Me’Captain
Captain           Dawn
S2                       Ahoy
S1                       Me’Captain
S2                       Me’Captain
S3                       Captain

Captain           Dawn

S1           One hell of a time we had of it
                When her golden body rose

S2           Say
Ss           Farewell to right and reason, say
                Farewell to right and reason

S1          Yes, one hell of a time we had of it
               When the sea rose high to an angry moon
               And our stomachs black with gull and brine
               That night the singer sang too soon

S3          Rise
Ss          Rise
S2          Crest
Ss          Crest

S1          His lungs were loud with crying gulls
               Our ship was whipped by wailing chords
               The angry sea had braided round our hull
               As we implored, no more
S2          No more no more no nevermore no

S3          Rise
Ss          Rise
S2          Crest
Ss          Crest
S3          Rise
Ss          Rise
S2          Crest
Ss          Crest
S3          Rise
Ss          Rise
S2          Crest

Live Sound     Ping

S1                   Is this the night the Makeshift bleeds
S2                   Is this the night the Nether needs
S3                   Is this the night the Owl awakens
Captain       Is this the night the Pawn’s forsaken
S3                   Is this the night the Quill suspends
S2                   Is this the night the Record ends

Captain       Over
S3                   Now
S2                   Now
S1                   Now

The sailors put on spectacles of mist & blindly look about.

Ss       Shshsssshsssh (misty sea sounds)

Tiresias enters. Captain has descended from his ladder and is kneeling, his head to the ocean floor. Tiresias circles him many times before speaking.

Tiresias     Don’t you hear the Angels’
                                                             Bidding
                                                             Cry?
                                                             Death’s ferry’s
                                                             Ensign
                                                             Fluttering?
                                                     The Gale’s night-rending
                                                             Howl and din?
                                         The gulls’ Incessant muttering?
                                                    This Judgment ends the
                                                             Kiss of time; the
                                                             Lips of God are parting.
                                                             Mother moon makes
                                                             Night her bride as
                                                             Oceans swell with drowned men’s
                                                             Pride...
                                            Was it a Question of
                                                             Redemption all along?
                                                     The Seer’s blind
                                                             Terror
                                                             Unconfessed?
                                                     The Vanity of judging right from
                                                             Wrong where love by law is
                                                      UneXpressed?
                                                      Old Yearnings for earthly Utopias?
                                         Too much Zeal for your own humanness?

Ss (whispered)    We have nowhere to come from
                               Nowhere to go
                               Nowhere to come from
                               Nowhere to go

S2                          There. There. Her light is
Captain              Here. Her light
S2                          Her light
Captain              Her light is here

Dawn                  You are leaving Y; you are commencing Z

Captain               I may have been wrong and I may have been drunk
                                and I may have been lost but her skin was gold

S1                   And this
S2                   And that
S3                   And nowhere, here there
Captain       Here and now or never

Live Sound     Ping

S3                   The bell
S2                   Already
S1                   It’s now
S2                   It’s now

Dawn has by this time descended to Captain. They turn and slowly now ascend to Dawn’s perch behind the golden disk.

Captain       Sing... Sing

S3 comes forward to the audience.

S3                   This is the night the Seed won’t sprout
                        This is the night the Torch burns out
                        This is the night the Urge betrays you
                        This is the night the Vast dismays you
                        This is the night the Wraith rebuts us
                        This is the night the Xiphoid cuts us
                        This is the night the Yonder screaming
                        This is the night all  Zeal stops dreaming

S2                   Now...
S1                   Now...
S2                   I have nowhere to come from
                        Nowhere to go
Captain       But here
S3                   Here
Captain       We are here to go
S3                   All here to go
S1                   We are here to go
S2                   And it’s now then
S1                   Here then
Captain       Now then
Ss                   Now
S1                   Now passed into that, that passed into this
S2                   This passed into here, here passed into now
S3                   Right here? Right now?
Captain       Right here
Dawn           Right now

Dawn turns and embraces Captain.

Dawn           You are leaving Y; you are commencing Z

S2                   To us the song comes: Here
S1                   I hear it
S2                   Light, her light is almost
S1                   Gone now
S2                   Say farewell to right and reason
Ss                   Now

The sailors put on spectacles of mist and blindly, smilingly, look all about.

Ss       Shshsssshsssh (misty sea sounds)

Dawn and the Captain float on the horizon.

Dawn                               A
Dawn, Captain           B
Dawn, Cap, S3            C
Dawn, Cap, S3, S1    D
Dawn, Cap, Ss            E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R,
                                            S, T, U, V, W, X, Y...

All                                      Z!

S1           Alphabets for the melancholy
S2           Lexicons of inhuman folly
S1           Chansonettes for the golden dawn
S3           Drink deep, her light is almost gone

S2           Now is
S1           Here is
S2           This is
S1           That is
S2           Here is
S3           Look... It’s almost gone
S1           Drink deep, her light is almost gone
S3           Her light is almost gone

S3 and S1 together rouse S2 and, looking above, they slowly walk to center. Holding hands, they begin to circle beneath a light that grows brighter and brighter as all other lights fade. Dawn and Captain wave good-bye to the audience. The sailors are turning faster and faster beneath the blinding light.

Live Sound        Ping

The music is ending. The sailors slowly fall, fall, fall to their knees, staring up into the light with immense anticipation. Then, the light and the music are gone.

End of Play.