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Naked Goddess
theatre, art, photography, multi-Media
Oct 4-14 2006  at dna studios Ralph Wilson Theatre
Bookings: 02 6247 3150

script, direction and digitial video by Joe Woodward
 photography by pling,
music by Konrad Lenz
featuring Blaide Lallemand, Jennifer Wright, Clare Martin and Joe Woodward
modelling by Anne Duffy

1

this is a beach
this is the sound of a beach
this is a beach
this is the light of a beach
this is a beach
this is the wet of a beach
this is a beach
this is the thirst of a beach
this is a beach
this is the sand of a beach
this is a beach
this is the person of a beach
this is a beach
this is the dream of a beach
this is the cry of a beach
this the memory of a beach
this is the love of a beach
this is a beach
this is the sadness of a beach
there is no poetry
the poetic is memory
memory is fallacy
it has no place in the cold
and we live in the cold
the pale greys and blues of ice
the emotion memory
frozen and
mother cries on the floor
she is jaundiced and ill
crying as the child enters the room
she ushers him away
she cries
her cries fill his dreams
forever
her face in the mountain
and her voice in the girl
wearing the blue dress
that blue dress
ah the blue dress
on the girl with the voice
she sings
Hebe sings his mother's cry
she sings
hear her sing
you can't understand the boy
if you don't hear her sing
she sings
he was warm in her song
he remembers her song
fell in love with the song
the song
the cloying taste of music
his mother's song
the girl's singing
naïve singing
melody in emotional dirt
emotional dirty thoughts
of a girl in blue
the singing blue
cold memory blue
death blue of tired eyes
wide eyes answering the door
after all those years
special person
special but &ldots;
I can't love you.
you are so special
but I can't love you
can't?
his is a beach
this is the child of a beach
this is a beach
this is the running of a beach
this is a beach
this is the skin of a beach
this is a beach
this is the young man of a beach
this is a beach
this is the salt of a beach
this is the fish of the beach
this is the shells of a beach
this is the sting of a beach
this is the voice of a beach
this is a beach
this is the scream of a beach

 
he runs along the beach
crying deep as his heart pounds
his muscles tiring
seriously ridiculous
the ocean floods his tears
giving salt to the sea
filling the sand with oceans
he screams
the sky shakes and
the child playing sand-castle
looks up to see his own future
running past him
as the boy runs
howling run
the song is dead
the mother lies ill on the floor
her hand gestures for the boy to leave
and close the door
little boy hiding outside the door
hearing her crying
Hebe is still lamenting
on the old hall stage
her singing
still singing
forever singing
though she has forgotten the effect of the song
forgotten
her children never knowing the effect of the song
no one remembers the effect of the song
except the boy running on the beach
who is old
now he's old
not running much any more
the boy stops
breathes heavily
tries to breathe mid choking tears
choking him but not killing him
just choking
he can't sing
never could sing
tried to sing
but can't sing
she sang
but won't sing
at least not the same
the melody of love
his love
his deception
foolish boy
sensible girl
so sensible to see him
see his foolish soul
his own brand of narcissus
weeping for his loss of beauty
weeping for the boy on the beach
who cried into the sand
and wailed like a barking fish
stupid boy
he ran too far
now has to walk back
all the way back to the house
her house over the beach
where the ocean views her window
where guests are waiting
to drive him away
this is a beach
this is the sun of a beach
this is a beach
this is the sky of a beach
this is a beach
this is the day of a beach
this is a beach
this is the birds of a beach
this is the fight of a beach
this is the weed of a beach
this is the rock of a beach
this is the essential of a beach
this is the night of a beach
this is a beach
this is the song of a beach
this is a beach
this is the girl of a beach

they drive in silence
the ocean roars in his head
loudly it roars in the silence
of no words
no words but pity from the girl in blue
singing Hebe's song
gilbert no sullivan
no words but polite
awkward notes from the girl in blue
the boy dies
and dies again in silence
dreams mistaken for goals
of fantasy and poesy
there is no poetry
the poetic is memory
memory is fallacy
it has no place in the cold
and we live in the cold
the pale greys and blues of ice
the emotion memory
frozen and
this is a beach
this is the life of a beach

 


digital image by pling


photo by pling

 


photo by pling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

theatre images by Joe Woodward © 2005

 

 

 

The above text is from Naked Goddess performed at dna Studios, Ralph Wilson Theatre at Gorman House Arts Centre in Canberra in October 2006.

Read the review of the production (click here)

Want to know more about Naked Goddess? Click on the following:

James Thomson's The Naked Goddess (1867)

Hebe's descendants and the invention of GOD

The Naked Goddess and Other Spirits

The images from The Naked Goddess are for sale and can be accessed here.

Performance licence is available by contacting justine@shadowhousepits.com.au


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