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missa populi

A play in five parts. A de/re-construction of the mass. An undermining from within. A collaboration. First compiled and performed by vicious trap in March 2010. Some things were borrowed from: 9/11 Commission Report, Battlestar Galactica, The Bhagavad Gita, Sir Thomas Browne, Lenny Bruce, fjords.com, The Frames, Adolf Hitler, isoglossia.com, Dr. Theodore John Kaczynski, Groucho Marx, Meat Beat Manifesto, John Milton, Modest Mouse, George Orwell, Papa M, Vanessa Place, Pythagoras, The Staple Singers, The Temptations and William Butler Yeats. Other words were written by Dan Eisenstat, Aaron Liechty, Eric Meyer, Julie Rada and Nadia Waggener.

01 OBEDIENCE TO AUTHORITY

a pristine set
everything in white
a sterile science lab
a bathtub
a repeating tone

throughout,
the words are spoken
by actors
in the ‘choir’
lit with scripts and lecterns
as the action plays out in front

black
 silence

a hum grows
feedback
the tone returns
repeating
there is a voice
:

and then we separated the inside of our houses
from the outside of our houses
we all know the dust cannot be swept from the dirt floor
we all know the bacteria cannot be scrubbed from our bodies
from our skin
from our selves
and wash it down the drain
down the hole

down the mighty mississipp

the muddy
the ganges
down the san andreas
to the center of the earth
the universe
the veins

in my eye

wrong

this ain’t grace
this all fucked
this old thing

wrong

wash me down
wash me down
wash me down

a harsh light
a silhouette
blood on a lab coat
washing hands

and from within him stir
the hell within him
for within him hell

a pause

please continue

the washing continues
it becomes jagged and stylized
a repetition of itself
the hum is feedback
there is a scream from all directions
the washing stops
so do the screams
and all sounds
the silence is deafening

I can kill you but instead I hold you tight

the silhouette becomes limp

the trash requires that you continue
the trash requires trash
 continue

washing / sporadic
screams when the hands are in water
stops
has the water become blood?

it is absolutely essential that you continue
it is absolutely essential
 continue

the washing is frantic
the screams are frantic
full body

it is only a job
the job requires it
the job
there is a speck
cut
dissect
a speck of dust
cut
on your father
cut
in your shadows and up your ass the contamination
the cut
cut out
you have no choice
dissect contamination
it is only right
it is just
you have no other choice
you must go on

soaked
the body collapses
as do the screams
and the feedback

I’ve never dripped in punishment
quite
like
 this

02 LADY GAGAPRIEST

church in january

you gird their loins
i have made you a fortified city
a pillar of iron
a wall of brass
i am with you to deliver you

you slime their loins
i have made you a fortified vitamin
a phallus of iron
a wall of ass
i am with you to impale you

from my mother’s womb
you are my strength

from my mother’s cunt
you are my sloth

i speak in human and angelic tongues
i tongue in human and angelic thighs
i am a resounding gong
git it on
bang a gong
git it on
if i may hand my body over so that i may boast
if i hand my body over hand over hand
if i don’t have love, i gain nothing
nothing puncture, nothing gained
love does not brood over injury
love does not blood over kissery
or rejoice over wrongdoing

when i became a man
said a young woman
i shall know fully just as i am fully known

he’s gay

the sky was closed for three and a half years

the sky was closed

lepers in Israel

you are no longer strangers and aliens

working for the evil one

assembled as the living body of Christina

unclean spirits
mineral spirits

the spirit and the bride say come. come.
the feast in which your throat is blessed with a candle

a wish

i fold you into my mouth
that goes
that leaves
and now i will destroy it all
i can’t help it
it all embarrasses me
and so i’ll fuck it
and mourn it

what?
where was i?
now now now nownownownownownownownownownownow
crash
oops
crash

fleeting

tickle/giggle/fidget and bounce
a blanket of sadness
dropped on me from the gods
from the ghosts of grandmothers and illusions and dead cats
forget it
can i put you in my mouth?
because
cuz
i desire it
drop it
(i can kill you and take all your money)
and hold you tight
just lay on my chest
feel the comfort of heartbeat in your ear pressed to my skin
the weightedness
the love song
loins
don’t look
don’t behold
me

mememememememe
a wish