naked stages 06 : timeline autobiographia: everything that is... - written and performed by kim thompson

timeline autobiographia: everything that is...


5 excerpts from the show i wrote for intermedia arts naked stages 2006 programme. solo work by kim thompson with directorial advising by BESSIE and OBIE award wining artist: laurie carlos. 19-21 oct 2006 at intermedia arts. "timeline autobiographia: everything that is..."

about this day about this play

set in real time
some kind of evolution for a stage
unfolding with each waking
... some lines come whilst drinking coffee
others whilst lying in bed dulled out on fog
... and even some in the form of electronic
mail.

the words?
they come from dreams
they are the chest i build
they are the structuring of me

last week
or the week or month before
i fell in love
all over again
with
my friends
and in them i find words
and arms strong enough for my own weary
ways

i have been stepping back from so much
in order to step forward into this

im now on page 25 or so
maybe 27
probably more
i will know when the words must take a bow

though i can speak the most daft of words
in my writing is my heart

something which i used to justify
something that i now say
"deal with"

she is calling me
from beyond
the place of where i sit
i am linked to her
by a knot
i am linked to her
she gave me my heart
both literal and
literary

this play impending
set in real time
real life
proof of my beliefs
proof of my
existence
a filtering of thoughts

it is how i make my sense
when so much is chaos
and how i create my sense of
order

im going to re-arrange the furniture
sweep words out from beneath this futon frame

i am going to keep dreaming
i confess now
i miss her each and every day

if i move the chairs about
chances are i will find clues

each day is its own act of faith

some days full of fumbling
others full of rising
more still of floating

i am creating my own sea
in which to
drown
and immerse
re-born
like the baptists say

words weigh more than water
paper is good for giving flight to
paper
rock
scissors

all of this
seeped in breathing

i have done
and
said
things i carry much regret and sorrow for

being human is both boon and wretched

i am fixing me for her
i am fixing me for me
i am fixing
so that one day
i will live as the wise

omma
i have loved you always
in a way that only
i can love a ghostly phantom

we are based in real time
stream of conscious
words strewn about a page
the way a heart beats
the way a heart
weeps
and
sings.

i see your face at the bottom
of this mug
i see your face
in the ones that i have loved

i will call you into being

and maybe

just perhaps

you will hear

and come

running.