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as director of the clinic of Charenton I
should like to welcome you to this salon
but to one of our residents a vote of
thanks is due monsieur dussard who wrote
and has produced this play for your
delectation and for our patients
rehabilitation we ask your kindly
indulgence racast never on stage before
coming to Toronto but each inmate I can
assure you will try to pull his weight
we're modern enlightened and we don't
agree with locking up patients we prefer
therapy through education and especially
art so that our hospital may play its
part faithfully following according to
our lights the Declaration of Human
Rights I agree with our author Monsieur
desire that his play set in our modern
bathhouse won't be marred by all these
instruments for mental and physical
hygiene quite on the contrary they set
the scene
Remis in Assad's play he has tried to
show how jean-paul Marat died and how he
waited in his bath before Charlotte
Corday came knocking at his door
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distinguished visitors let us go back to
the france of 15 years ago recalls the
greatest shock of modern times those
golden victories scarlet crimes the
force which shattered every institution
that global earthquake the french
revolution none of us knew what
revolutionary more passionate than
manner but was he the people's friend or
freedom's enemy a writer of books with
hope on every page of the most vicious
butcher of his age not other good or bad
the choice is hard let us hear matter
debating with decide to champions
wrestling with each other's views how do
we judge the winner you must choose here
is matter back from the dead he wears a
bandage around his head his flesh burns
it is yellow as cheese because
disfigured by a skin sauce and only
water cooling every limb prevents his
fever from consuming him to act this way
Tirol we chose a lucky paranoiac
one of those who've made unprecedented
strides since we introduced them to
hydrotherapy this one was with him to
the very end
C Mon Avril his dogged lady friend here
is Charlotte Corday waiting for her
entry a country girl her family landed
gentry
unfortunately the girl who plays the
role here has sleeping sickness also
melancholia
I hope must be for this afflicted so
that she does not forget her role her
friend is monsieur ducrai
you'll note his upper class to pay this
act is good though subject to attacks
one of our brightest sexual maniacs
jailed for taking a radical view of
anything you can name performer priest
Jacque rule ally of Mars Revolution but
unfortunately the census cut most of his
rabble rousing theme our moral guardians
found it too extreme I Rock Oh pop Coco
and on the streets no longer Rossing
y'all
now meet this gentleman from high
society who under the door its star of
notoriety came to live with us just five
years ago it's to his genius that we owe
this show the former Marquis Monsieur
decide whose books were banned his
essays bad while he's been prosecuted
and reviled thrown into jail and for
some years exiled the introduction is
over now the play of jean-paul Marat can
get underway tonight the date is the
13th of July 1808 and on this night our
cast intend
showing how 15 years ago night without
getting felt on this man homage tomorrow
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we crown you with these leaves mana
because of the Laurel shortage the long
haul bin to decorate academics generals
and heads of state and their heads are
enormous
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the revolution came and went and unrest
was replaced by discontent who controls
the market who loved the calories who
got the look from the palaces who's that
spike on the estates that we're going to
be divided between the poor who keeps us
prisoners who looks touching no more
than we want our freedom our freedom
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desaad it appears I must act as the
voice of reason what's going to happen
when right at the start of the play the
patients are so disturbed please keep
your production under control
times have changed times are different
and these days we should take an
objective view of old grievances they're
part of history and history I might add
history is not simply the story of the
undisciplined common people let us
consider instead true history the
exemplary lives of the men who made
France great here sits Marat the
People's Choice dreaming and listening
to his fevers voice you see his hand
curled around his pen and the screams
from the street are all forgotten he
stares at the map of France eyes
marching from town to town while you
wait while you wait for this one to cut
him down
and none of us can alter the fact do
what we will that she stands outside
Mara's door ready and poised to kill in
your bathtub your body so saturated with
poison poison spurting from your hiding
place poisoning the people arousing them
to looting and murder
mara I have come I shall not Corday from
Kong where a huge army of liberation is
messy and Maura I come as the first of
them change different
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to spread but my way
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C Mon C Mon more cold water changed my
bandage oh this itching is unbearable
scratch yourself tell your skin to
shreds give up writing Jean do any good
I call my 14th of July call to the
people of France and what's a bar full
of blood compared to the bloodbath still
to come
once we thought a few hundred corpses
would be enough then we saw that
thousands were still too few and today
we can't even count all the dead are
there any of our enemies left anywhere
everywhere everywhere you look there
they are
up on the rooftops down in the cellars
behind the walls hypocrites they wear
the people's cap on their heads but
their underwears embroidered with crowns
and if so much as a shot gets looted
they squeal beggars fellows gutter rats
see more I hate some fire I can't
breathe there's a rioting mob inside me
said mom I am the revolution
Corday's first visit
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I have come to speak to citizen Mara I
have an important message for him about
the situation in Kong my home where his
enemies are gathering we don't want any
visitors we want a bit of peace if
you've got anything to say to Mara but
he didn't right do what I have to say to
him cannot be said in writing
won't
to stand in front of him and look at him
I want to see his body travel more and
his forehead bubble with sweat I want to
thrust right between his ribs the bagger
which I carry between my breasts I shall
take the dagger in both hands and push
it through his flesh and then I shall
hear what he has to say to me not yet
called a you must come to his door three
times song and mime of Korderas arrival
in Paris
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I'm 42
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Corde walked and rode his bad sanction
got Charlotte walked down lanes of stone
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sure let's melt the dance gang
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never
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kind whole town is this son can hardly
appear say hey is not he's made out of
rain and fog but steaming thick and hot
like the Miss in a shorter house what
dragging through the streets they carry
state but what impact on those states
why do we hope what are they dancing for
why are they wreck we've lost or why do
the children scream are those heaps they
fight over those heaps with eyes and
buttocks lying in the streets what are
all these facing soon these faces will
close around me these eyes and miles
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it's happening and you can't stop it
happening the people used to suffer
everything now they take that revenge
you are watching that revenge and you
don't remember that you drove the people
to it now you protest but it's too late
to start crying over spilt blood what is
the blood of the aristocrats compared
with the blood that people shed for you
many of them had their throats slit by
your gangs many of them died more slowly
in your workshops so what is this
sacrifice compared with the sacrifice
that people made to keep you fat what
are a few looted mansions compared with
their looted lives you don't care if the
foreign armies with whom you've been
making secret deals march in and
Massacre the people you hope the people
will be wiped out so you can flourish
and when they are like to help not a
muscle will twitch in your puppy
bourgeois feces which are now all
twisted up with anger and disgust you
see the cell we can't allow this
you really can't call this education it
isn't making my patients any better
they're all becoming overexcited
after all we invited the public here to
show them that our patients are not all
social letters we only show these people
massacred because this indisputably
occurred please calmly watch these
barbarous displays which could not
happen nowadays the men of that time
mostly now demised were pivoting we
align the execution of the aircrafts
look at their Maura these men who once
owned everything
now that our pleasures have been taken
away the guillotine saves them from
endless boredom gaily they offer the
head as if a coronation is not that
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the execution of the king
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conversation concerning life and death I
read in your books desaad in one of your
immortal works that the animating force
of nature is destruction and that our
only instrument for measuring life is
death
correct Mara but man has given a false
importance to death every animal plant
or man that dies adds two nature's
compost heap becomes the manure without
which nothing will grow nothing could be
created death is simply part of the
process every death even the cruelest
death drowns in the total indifference
of nature nature would watch unmoved if
we destroyed the entire human race
I hated nature this passion is spectator
this unbreakable iceberg face that can
bear everything
this goes us to greater and greater but
though I hate this goddess I see that
the greatest acts in history have
followed her laws nature teaches a man
to fight for his own happiness and if he
must kill the game that happens why then
the murder is natural haven't we always
crushed down those weaker than ourselves
haven't returned of the throats of the
powerful with continuous villainy and
lungs haven't we experimented in all
abort routes before applying the final
solution man is a destroyer but if he
kills and takes no pleasure in it he's a
machine
he should destroy with passion like a
man
let me remind you of the execution of
darmian after his unsuccessful attempt
to assassinate Louie the fifteen
remember how galleon died how gentle the
guillotine is compared with his torture
it lasted for hours while the crowd
gobbled and Casanova at another window
felt under the skirts of the ladies
watching his chest arms thighs and
calves were slid open Moulton led they
poured in to be slipped boiling or in
the port of him burning wax sulfur the
burnt office hands they tied ropes to
his arms and was legs and harnessed him
to four horses and heat them up they
pulled him for an hour but had never
done it before and he wouldn't come
apart until they soared through his
shoulders and his hinges so he lost the
first arm and then the second arm and he
watched what they did to him and then he
turned to us and he shouted out so that
everyone could understand and when he
lost the first leg when they in the
second leg he still lived and in the end
he hung there a bloody torso with a
nodding head just groaning and staring
at the crucifix which the father
confessor
that was a festival with which today's
festivals can't compete even our
Inquisition has no meaning nowadays now
it is all true we condemned to death
without emotion and there's no singular
personal death to behalf only an
anonymous cheap and the death that we
could doubt to entire nations on a
mathematical basis until the time comes
for all life to be extinguished you may
sit as a judge on our tribunals you may
have fought with us last September when
we dragged out of the jails the
aristocrats who were plotting against us
but you still talk like a grand senior
and what you call the indifference of
nature is your own lack of compassion
compassion Mara is the property of the
privileged classes when the giver bends
to the beggar he throbs with contentment
to protect his riches he pretends to be
moved and as gift to the beggar is no
more than a kick
no no matter no small emotions please
your feelings were never petted for you
justice for me only the most extreme
actions matter
I am extreme I am NOT extreme in the
same way as you against nature's silence
I use action in the vast indifference I
invent a meaning I don't watch a move I
intervene and I say that this and this
are wrong
the important thing is to pull yourself
up by your own hair to turn yourself
inside out and see the whole world with
fresh eyes
NARS liturgy
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remember how it used to be the Kings
were our dear father's under whose care
we lived in peace and their deeds were
glorified by official poets piously the
simple-minded breadwinners passed on the
lesson to their children
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and the children repeated the lesson
Suffern Suffern sv suffered on the cross
for it is the will of God and anyone
believes what they hear over and over
again and so the poor instead of bread
the picture of the Christ and pray to
that image of their helplessness and
since its be proven over against the
poor me the spiritual comfort of the
priests there's no question of anyone
being oppressed quite on the contrary
everything's done to relieve suffering
with clothing collections medical aid
and soup kitchens and in this very
clinic were dependent on the goodwill
not only of the temporal government but
even more on the goodness and
understanding of the church and
particularly of our friend
monsieur le bay
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the VAR performance causes aggravation
we hope you will swallow down your
indignation and please remember that we
show only those things that happened
long ago remember things were very
different then of course today were all
god-fearing men pray pray to Him see the
lot in hell I'd be thy name thy kingdom
come on earth as it is in the head
give us our good deed son deliver us
from holiness lead us into temptation
over and over
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indeed foreseen by our playwright who
managed to compose these extra lines in
case the need arose please understand
this man was once the very well thought
of abbot of a monastery and should
remind us all that as they say God moves
like mine in a mysterious way before
deciding what is right and what is wrong
first we must find out what we are I do
not know myself no sooner had I
discovered something when I begin to
doubt it and have to destroy it again
what we do is not a shadow of what we
want to do and the only truths we can
point to what he ever-changing truths of
our own experience I don't know if I'm
hangman or victim for I imagine the most
horrible torture and as I described him
I suffer than myself there's nothing I
could not do and everything fills me
with horror and I see that other people
to turn themselves into stranger and are
capable of unpredictable adds a little
time ago I saw my tailor a gentle
cultured man who liked to talk
philosophy I saw he foamed the mouth and
screaming with range attacked a man from
Switzerland a large man heavily armed
and destroy him utterly and then I saw
him tear open the breast of the defeated
man
take out the still-beating heart and
swallow I'm a thousand years old
and in my time I've helped commit a
million murders the earth is spirit the
earth is spread thick with most human
guts we few survivors we few survivors
walk over a quaking bog of corpses
always under our feet every step we take
rotted bones ashes matted hair under our
feet broken teeth
and the splintered bones
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we invented we invented we invented the
revolution but we didn't know how to run
it look everyone wants to keep something
from the past a souvenir of the old
regime so this man decides to keep a
painting this man keeps his mistress
this man keeps his horse this man keeps
his garden that man keeps his farm lands
that man keeps his house in the country
that man keeps his factories that man
couldn't bear to part with his shipyards
that man keeps his army and that one
keeps his king and so we sit here and
write into the Declaration of the Rights
of Man the sanctity of private property
and now we see where that leads
eternally and with equal arms of course
every man his own millionaire man
against man group against group in happy
mutual robbery and we sit here more
oppressed than when we began
and they think the revolutions being won
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so how easily a crowd turns mob through
ignorance of its wise rulers job rather
than bang an empty drum of protest
citizens be dumb work for and trust a
powerful view what's best for them is
best for you ladies and gentlemen we'd
like to see people and government in
harmony
a harmony which I should say we very
nearly reached today and now nobility
meets grace our author brings them face
to face the beautiful and brave
Charlotte Corday
the handsome Monsieur du Palais in calm
where she spent the best years of her
youth in a convent devoted to the way of
truth to Perez names she heard them
recommend as a most sympathetic helpful
friend confine your passion to the
ladies mind your love's platonic not the
other kind our dearest du Palais what
can we do how can we stop this terrible
calamity in the streets everyone is
saying Mara's to be Tribune and dictator
still he pretends his iron grip will
relax as soon as the worst is over
but we know what Mara really wants and
our key and confusion
dearest Charlotte you must return return
to your friends the pious nuns and live
in prayer and contemplation you cannot
fight the hard faced enemies surrounding
us you talk about Mara but who is this
Mara a street salesman a funfair barker
a layabout from Corsica sorry
I mean Sardinia Mara the name sounds
Jewish to me may be derived from the
waters of Marah in the Bible but who
listens to him anyway only the mob down
in the streets up here Mara can be no
danger to us
do you pee you're trying to test me but
I know what I must do
do you pee go to call Barbara and Puzo
are waiting for you there go now and
travel quickly do not wait until this
evening for this evening
everything will be too late Jerris
Charla my place is here how could I
leave the city which home and why should
I run and why should I run now when it
can't last much longer
already the English layoffs Dunkirk and
too long the Prussians have Spaniards
Spaniards have occupied Roussillon
Paris's Isles my house is surrounded by
the Prussians Conde and belongs en have
fallen to the Russian they can't hold
out much longer these fanatical app
starts with no vision and no culture
they can't hold out much longer
no dear Charlotte here I stay waiting
for the promised day when with malice
mob entered France once more speaks of a
bidding word
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freedom do you hear that Maura they all
said they want what's best for Provence
my patriotism is bigger than yours
they're all ready to die for the honor
of France moderate or radical they're
all after the taste of blood the
lukewarm liberals and the angry radicals
they all believe in the greatness of
France mother can't you see this
patriotism is lunacy years ago I left
heroics to the heroes and I can all for
this country than for any other country
take long live Napoleon earn the nation
long live all in Paris Kings bishops and
Pope's long live watery broth and the
straitjacket
it's easy to get mass movements moving
movements that move in vicious circles
I don't believe an idealist to charge
down blind alleys I don't believe in any
of the sacrifices that have been made
for any cause I believe only in myself I
believe in the revolution we have routed
out the old tyrants and now we have new
tyrants but still I believe in the
revolution the spoils have been grabbed
by businessmen middlemen financiers
salesmen operators manipulators but the
revolution must continue
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longing to see us all the rocks the
gently may lose a few
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listen to this sort of thing we are
citizens of a new enlightened age we're
all revolutionaries nowadays but this is
plain treachery we can't allow it the
cleric you have been listening to is
that notorious priest Jacque rule who to
adopt the new religious fashion has quit
the pulpit and with earthly a passion
rages from soapboxes a well-trained
priest his rhetoric is slick to say the
least if you'd make paradise your only
chance is not to build on clouds but
solid France the mob eats from his hand
while rule knows what he wants but not
what he should do Talk's cheap the price
of action is colossal so rue decides to
be the chief apostle of jean-paul Marat
seems good policy since Mara has headed
straight for Calvary and crucifixion all
good Christians know is the most
sympathetic way to go we demand the
opening of the granaries to feed the
poor
we demand the public ownership of
workshops and factories we demand the
conversion of the churches into schools
so that now at least something useful
may be taught in them we demand that
everyone should do all he can to put an
end to this which is thought for the
benefit of profit ears and leads only to
more Wars we demand that the people who
started the war should pay the cost of
it once and for all the idea of the
glorious victory won by the glorious
army must be wiped out neither side is
glorious on either side they're just men
missing their pants without crutches
this is outright pacifism at this very
moment our soldiers are laying down
their lives for the freedom of the world
and for our freedom I like amongst habit
nowadays it's best to preach revolution
wearing a robe
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we shall decide is whipped Maura
today they need you because you are
going to suffer
they need you on the arm of the urn that
holds your ashes but tomorrow they will
come back and they will smash that urn
and they will say mother who was murder
MA now I will tell you about this
revolution which I have to make but I
learn about steal my ideas were already
formed in prison I created in my mind
monstrous representatives of a dying
class my imaginary giants committed
desecrations and tortures I committed to
myself and like them allowed myself to
be bound and be and even now I would
like to take this beauty here who stands
there so expectantly and let her beat me
while I talk to you about
at first I saw in the revolution a
chance for a tremendous outburst of
lindane an orgy greater than all my B's
but then I saw when I sat in the
courtroom myself not as I had been
before a prisoner but as a judge I saw
that I could not bring myself to give
the victim to the hangman I did
everything I could to release mother let
him escape I saw that I was not capable
of murder
though murder had been the sole proof of
my existence and now the very thought
that horrifies me in September when I
watch the official sacking of the
Carmelite convent I had to bend over in
the courtyard and vomit as I watched my
processes coming to me and women running
by holding in there dripping hands of a
severed genitals of me and as the months
went by and the tumbrils rode regularly
to the scaffold and the blade dropped
and was inched up and dropped again it
wasn't human
it was dull and curiously technocratic
and now Mara now I see where your
revolution is leading to the withering
of the individual mom to the death of
choice the uniformity to deadly weakness
in a state which has no contact with the
individual cut which is impregnable
and so I turn away I am one of those who
has to be defeated but out of my defeat
I want to seize everything I can get
with my own strength
I step out of my place and I watch what
happens without join him in observing
noting down my observations and all
around me stillness and when I vanish
I want all trace of my existence to be
wiped
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See Mom eyes it getting so dark give me
a fresh cloth on my forehead putting you
to tower on my shoulders I don't know if
I'm freezing or burn to death
See Mom fetch bar so I can dictate my
call my call to the people of France
C Mon where are all my papers I saw them
only a moment ago why is it getting so
dark here
can't you see John Paul where's the ink
where's my pen his pen Shampoo here's
the ink where it always is
that was only a clout over the Sun or
perhaps smoke they are burning the
corpses
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in you we trust but why you right there
on your track the boots mark the
staircase the doors flung back we trust
in
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now that these painful matters have been
clarified let's turn and look upon the
Sunnyside recall this couple and their
love so pure she would her neatly
groomed coiffure and her face
intriguingly pale and clear and her eyes
a shine with a trace of a tear her lips
sensual and ripe seeming to silently cry
for protection and his embraces proving
his affection see how he moves with
natural and how it hard Springs on a
patient's face let's gaze it the sweet
blending of the strong and fair sex
before their heads fall off their necks
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it will come a society which will pool
its energy to defend and protect each
person for the position of each person
and in which each individual although
united with all the others only amazed
himself and stays free it will come the
Constitution in which the natural
inequalities of man are subject to a
higher order so that all however bear in
their mental and physical powers may be
by agreement legally gets his fair share
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don't think you can beat them without
using force don't be deceived when our
revolution has been finally stamped out
and they tell you things are better now
even if there's no poverty to be seen
because the poverty has been hidden even
if you got more wages and could afford
to buy more of these new and useless
Goods and even if it seemed to you that
you've never had so much that is only
the slogan of those who have that much
more than you don't be taken in and they
pat you paternally on the shoulder and
tell you there's no more inequality
worth speaking of and no more reason for
fighting if you believe them they will
be completely in charge in shining homes
and granite banks from which they rob
the people of the world under the
pretense of bringing them freedom watch
out but as soon as it pleases them they
will send you out to protect their
wealth in war whose weapons rapidly
developed by serve our scientists will
become more and more deadly until they
can with a flick of a finger tear a
million of you to pieces
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lying there scratched and swollen your
brow burning in your world
pure bath you still believe that justice
is possible you still believe that all
men are equal you still believe that all
occupations are equally satisfying
equally rewarding and that no man wants
to be greater than the other how does
the old song world one always makes the
most delicate cakes to is the really
superb master three set your hair with
an accurate care force brandy goes to
the empanada five knows each trick of
advanced rhetoric six bread a beautiful
brand new rules seven can cover
additional and eighty cultural
flawlessly elegant peeler
you still believe that these eight would
be happy the feature on the climb so
high but no heart before banging his
head on equality the beach will be but a
link in a long and heavy chain you still
believe it is possible to unite mankind
when already you see the few idealist so
did join together in the name of harmony
are now out of tune would like to kill
each other over trifles
but they aren't trifles they're matters
of principle and its usual in a
revolution for the half-hearted and the
fellow travelers to be dropped we can't
begin to build until we burnt the old
buildings down no matter how dreadful
that may sound to those who lounge
contentedly toying with her scruples
listen
can you hear through the walls how they
pretend whisper can you see how they
lurk everywhere just waiting for the
chance to strike what has gone wrong
with the men who are ruling I'd like to
know that they think they're fooling
they told us that torture was over and
gone but everyone knows the same torture
goes on the King's gone away the priests
emigrating the nobles are bedded so why
are we waiting
Corday's second visit
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now charlotte corday stands outside
mirage door the second time she's tried
i have come to deliver this letter in
which i asked again to be received by
Mara I am unhappy and therefore have a
right to his aid I have a right to his
aid who is that the door seemed on a
girl from God with a little I won't let
anyone bring us trouble that's how it is
mara that's how she sees your revolution
they have toothache so the teacher would
be pull the soups burn the shop for
better soup a woman finds her husband
too short
she wants a taller well a man finds his
wife too skinny
he wants a plumper one one man shoes
pinch but his neighbour shoes fit
comfortably a poet runs out of verses
and desperately gropes after new images
for hours the angler casts his line why
aren't the fish fighting and so they
join the revolution thinking the
revolution will give them everything a
fish upon a new pair of shoes a new wife
a new husband and the best soup in the
world so they storm all the Citadel's
and there they are but everything is
just the same no fish biting
vs. Bach shoes pinchy a worn and
stinking partner in bed and the soup
then and all that hair
which drove us down into the sea we can
talk about if we have any it's all in
vain you spent your energy
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my nightmare
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he's gathering figures
yes I hear you all the voices are heard
I see all the old faces
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woe to the man who is different who
tries to break down all the barriers woe
to the man who tries to stretch the
imagination of man he shall be mocked
he shall be scourge by the blinkered
guardians of morality you wanted
enlightenment and warm and so you
studied light and heat you wondered how
forces could be controlled so you
studied electricity you wanted to know
what man is for so you asked yourself
what is the soul this dump for hollow
ideals and mangled morals and you
decided that the soul is in the brain
and that it can learn to think what you
the soul is a practical thing a tool for
ruling and mastering life and you came
one day to the revolution because you
saw the most important vision that our
circumstances must be changed
fundamentally and without these changes
everything we try to do must fail
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now Mara is still - his bathtub confined
but politicians crowd into his mind he
speaks to them his last polemic fight to
say who should be Tribune
it is almost got the right to speak
hello citizens
members of the National Assembly our
country is in danger from every corner
of Europe armies invaders led by
privateers who want to strangle us and
already quarrel over the spoils and what
are we doing a Minister of War whose
integrity you never doubted has served
the corn meant for our armies for his
own profit to foreign powers and now it
feeds the troops who are invading us the
chief of our army - Maurier's against
whom I have warned you continually and
whom you recently hailed as a hero has
gone over to the enemy shame our
generals who wear our uniform are
sympathetic with the emigres so when the
Emme grace return our generals will be
out there to welcome their head man with
matter
long live Mara our trusted Minister of
Finance the celebrated Monsieur Cambon
is issuing fake banknotes thus
increasing inflation and diverting an
entire fortune into his own pocket long
live free enterprise and I am told that
the wily Perry go who is at this very
moment head of the Bank of France is in
league with the English and the armoured
votes beneath his Bank up buzzing with
renegades and spies people we agreed to
make no mention of the guttersnipe
smears which these men sucked in the
past after all we're living in 1808 and
today these men hope rests upon each
other was chosen personally
our country is in danger we talk about
France but who is France for we talk
about freedom but who is this freedom
for members of the National Assembly
you will never shake off the past you
will never understand the great upheaval
in which you find yourself the public
seats in this assembly so anyone who
wants can hear what's being discussed
what is he trying to do
look who sit on the public benches
knitting women concierge and washer
women with no one to employ them anymore
pickpockets layabouts and parasites who
loiter in the boulevards and hang around
cafes I wish we could released that's
true you will never stop talking about
people as a rough conformist math why
because you live a part for now you
little sauce the dragons of the
revolution knowing nothing about its
principles there's no doubt respected
danto himself announced that instead of
banning riches we should make poverty
respectable who turns white with the
word what she's used doesn't he sit of
my class tables making culture
conversation by candlelight
until you long to ate them
those betrayers of the revolution
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these are my friends on the friends of
France
I will stop your play
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again we do not murder we kill in
self-defense we are fighting for our
life we have constructive thoughts
instead of agitation with only beauty
and Concord good once more for if they
win they will spare not one of you and
all that you have won so far will be
lost
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what is that knocking C Mon C Mon fetch
bar so I can dictate my call my call to
the people of France why all these calls
to the nation it's too late Mara forget
your call it contains only lies what do
you still want from the revolution where
is it going
look at these lost revolutionaries where
will you lead them but will you order
them to do once I'm spoke of the
authorities who turned laws into
instruments of oppression but how are
you fair in the new rearranged France
you yearn for do you want someone else
to tell you what you must write to tell
you what work you must do and repeat the
new laws over and over to you too they
can recite them in your sleep why is
everything so confused everything I
wrote or spoke was considered and true
each argument was sound no doubt
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you know prostrate
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Corde wake up or dare you have an
appointment to keep
and there is no more time for sleep
charlotte corday awaken stand take the
dagger in your hand come on Charlotte do
your deed soon you'll get all the sleep
you need no I know what it is like when
the head is cut up the body this moment
hands tied behind the back feet bound
together neck bared her cut off knees on
the board's head already laid in the
metal slot looking down into the
dripping basket the sound of the blade
rising and from it's slanting edge the
blood still drops and then the damn wood
slide that splits us
they say that the head held high in the
executioner's hand still live that the
eyes still see at the tongue still rise
and that down below the arms and legs
still shudder Charlotte awaken from your
nightmare wake up Charlotte ooh look at
the trees gaze at the rose-colored
evening sky in which your lovely bosom
heaves forget your troubles abandon each
care and breathe in the warmth of the
summertime what are you hiding
a dagger throw it away she should all
carry weapons in self-defense no one
will attack you Charlotte throw it away
go away go back to call in my room
income on the table under the open
window lies open the book of Judith
dress in her legendary beauty she
entered the tent of the enemy and with a
single blow look at this city its
prisons are crowded with our friends I
was with them just now in my sleep they
stand huddled together and hear through
the windows the guards talking about
executions they talk of people now as
godness full of leaves for burning their
names
crossed off the top of a list and as the
list grows shorter more names are added
to the bottom I stood with them and we
waited
let us leave together this very evening
what kind of town is this streets are
these who invented this who profits by
it
I saw peddlers at every corner they're
selling little guillotine with tiny
sharp blades and those filled with red
liquid which scraps from the neck when
the sentence is carried out what kind of
children are these you can play with
this toy so efficiently
and who is judging who is judging what
do you want at this door do you know who
lives here who sake I have come here but
what do you want from him turn back
Charlotte I have a task which I must
carry out go
leave me alone now for the third time
you observed the girl whose job it is to
serve her Charlotte Corday stands once
more waiting outside matters door Duprey
you see before her languish frustrated
by their partings anguish even his pain
his pleadings chased but warned cannot
avert eh she must perform for what has
happened cannot be undone although that
might be wished by everyone
he tried restraining her with peaceful
sleep and with the claims of her passion
still more deep similar as well as best
she could she tried but this girl here
will not be turned aside that man is now
forgotten and we can do nothing more
Corday is focused on this man no I am
right and I will say it again soon on
fetch bar it is urgent
my call nah what are all your pamphlets
and speeches compared with her she
stands here and will come to you to kiss
you and embrace you Nara an untouched
virgin stands before you and offers
herself to you see how she smiles her
teeth
how she shakes her dark hair aside Nara
forget the rest there's nothing else
beyond the body she stands here
her breasts naked under the thin cloth
and perhaps she carries a knife to
intensify the love play who is at the
door see mark a maiden from the rural
desert of the convent imagine those pure
girls lying there in rough shoes on hard
floor and the heated air on the field
forcing its way to them through barred
window imagine them lying there with
moist thighs and breasts dreaming of
those who control life in the outside
world and then she was tired of her
isolation and caught up in a new age and
gathered up in a great tide and wished
to be part of the revolution but what's
the point of a revolution without
General copulation
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when I lay on the Bastille for 13 long
years I know that this is a world of
bodies each body pulsing with its own
terrible power each body alone interact
with its own unrest in that loneliness
marooned in a stone sea I heard lips
whispering continually and felt all the
time in the palms of my hands and in my
skin the need for contact shut behind 13
bolted doors my feet fettered I dreamed
only of the orifices of the body put
there so that one may hook on twine
oneself in them continually I dreamed of
this confrontation and it was a dream of
the most savvy jealous and cruelest
imagining Maura these cells of the inner
cell are worse than the deepest stone
dungeon and as long as they are locked
all your revolution is but a prison
mutiny
to be put down by corrupted fellow
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Corday's third and last visit have you
given my lesson tomorrow let me and it
is vital I must tell him about the
situation in Kong where they are
gathering to destroy him who is at the
door Samar the girl let her come in
I will tell you the names of my heroes
but I am NOT betraying them for I am
speaking to a dead man speak more
clearly I can't understand you grandpa I
named you the names of those who have
gathered at call my name
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bah bah Roo and boos oh and pay tiem and
you've a and Brazil and burns you and
g'day and junk son
I am coming you cannot see me because
you are dead
bah take this down Saturday the 13th of
July 1793 a call to the people of France
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now it is part of such dramatic plan to
interrupt the action so this man
moroccan here and gasp with his last
breath and how the world will go after
his death with a musical history will
bring him up to date from 1793 to 1808
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now your enemies fall super a and scored
a executed in the same old way
WebSphere has to get on he gets rid of
that tongue that when spring comes July
and you'll no spare has to die
three millions a year but we're still a
bhujiya now contains all have being top
unless my guillotine and as the shortage
of wheat we are too happy to eat austria
tracks and then she surrenders to our
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we got now fatal shot generals boldly
take power apex for the people's sake
Egypt's people on that so departed that
even though we lose our fleet Bonaparte
comes back gives out who mr. sack he's
the man you Europe speaks only English
remains but wants to cease
so this 14 ounce apiece
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again yes we are
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well as Masuda sod for our instruction
just what you have achieved with your
production the one who lost we'd like to
know the meaning of your bathhouse show
our players chief aim has been to take
two bids great propositions and the
opposites see how they work and let them
fight it out the point some light on our
eternal doubt I've twisted and turned on
every way and can find no ending to our
play mara and I both advocated false but
in debate each took a different course
both wanted changes but his views and
mine on using power never could combine
on the one side he who thinks our lives
can be improved by axes and knives or he
could submerge in the imagination
seeking a personal annihilation so for
me the last word never can be spoken I'm
left with a question that is always open
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