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THE ROE'S ROOM

AN AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL FILM OPERA

Attention.

Now we Iook into the camera.

PIease stand motionIess.

Look into the camera.

MUSIC

Don't move.

There are some refIections in the window.

ACTORS

SON

MOTHER

FATHER

GIRL

Don't waIk over there.

For the picture, pIease.

VOICES

SON

MOTHER

FATHER

GIRL

BEACIE AND IRKOWI

SPRING

Oh table levitate...

above the town

Oh table levitate...

above the town

When each bite of bread

Perforates my palate

And starry dust spirals above my head

Oh levitate

And don't let me forget

That bits of bread can cure

Numbness in our tongues

Today we sit at the table

As we do each night

At dinner time

When mother serves

A steaming TV set

And father carves it

With fork and knife

Today

As usual

They gave me the best cut

Ajuicy throat

Of a reporter

And a sugar coated head

Of a weatherwoman

Today as well

For the first time

During dinner,
l noticed nobody looked at me

Her light awakens fear

But it's easy to approach her

When she spurts from the table

From the chairs the wall

The fountain is our mother.

Father's face shadows

Only his eyes glow in the silence

The fountain bore us

Mother renders

Cauldrons and bottles

Sticky and without milk

The fountain is our mother

Trying to preserve her fertility

She washes her breasts and hands

The fountain bore us

ln our apartment

And we never know

From where she'll spurt anew

The fountain is our mother

Her milk soothes pain

The fountain is our mother

And puts our fear to rest

So we stand vigil

in the darkness staring

At furniture

Unguarded moment

ls too costly

l cannot hammer nails anymore

When l'm doing this

Her body escapes

From under my fingers

l cannot hammer nails anymore

Nor forgive myself

My losses

Every so often

The wall overwhelms me

l cannot anymore

l don't know who she is

Mother or lover

Though at dawn

l kiss her cold bare feet

And undress her fragile plaster

SUMMER

SUMMER

When there is a full moon

l can never enter

My father's room

As soon as it arrives

Father closes the door

And doesn't speak to me

Only at dawn

l feel through my skin
The presence of the moon

l don't wake up though it's better that way

To leave them alone

At night

ln the midst of our apartment

Grows the tree whose roots

Reach the neighbor below

Whereas its crown

Penetrates the ceiling of the bright room

Of the one who lives above us

We nurture our tree

With stern care

Water it each day

And clean the bark

Killing worms

Grows the tree

At night we believe

ln our tree's omnipotence

We feel needed

Therefore we stand by

Watching the filth

Of the neighbor below

We know about his thievery

And drunkenness

His blasphemies

Reach us often

Lying down on the floor

We witness as every night

ln his damp and murky apartment

He has a different woman

Who always cries with ecstasy

And hungrily nestles to her breast

His hairy chest

We are disturbed by not knowing

What our neighbor above makes of it

The peaceful and silent tenant

As silent, as nonexistent

Who every day

ls lost in prayer

But we believe that flowers

Blooming from the branches

ln his living room

Draw juices from the dark soul

Of the tenant below

This image

Always returns

lnto my father's dream

Naked l walk thoughtfully

Through the dense garden of his library

Touching the books

He allowed me to touch

And l am full of bitterness

Father sees it and waits

Until you fall asleep

Then he kneels and touches your ribs

So when awakened

ln the arms of a close and distant woman

You would feel carnal pleasure

But father

Still dreaming

Cannot see

That the woman who is oblivious

To the warning voice that snakes

Will break into the drawer

She will break in and read

That we are naked

And unprotected in a dream

Which only is

Father's library

At dawn

Father will wake

Under the weight of perspiration

Only after a while

Will he decide to rise

Shuffling his feet

Among the dried leaves

Until he will understand

That no one believes in dreams

Anymore

AUTUMN

AUTUMN

ln our apartment

The floors sprout grass

So we can walk barefoot

And enjoy it in silence

The grass is good

lt grows tall

Entwining chair legs

lt kills our fear

Of loneliness

lts wisdom

ls also in its cycle

lt dies in spring

To be reborn in winter

Grass knows how to give birth

As far as l can remember

Mother sits at the table

And instead of TV

She watches grass

Father scythes the grass

ln our apartment a festivity begins

We put on clean shirts

And l turn off the record player

Nobody knows that at night

Dew covers the cut grass

l wake up then

With the taste of blood

ln my mouth

ln the innermost room

Of our apartment

The roes graze

Their moist eyes

Touched by darkness shine

And the furniture grows bark

Each night

Picked clean by roes' teeth

We all sprout leaves

Our roots crack the walls

We all sprout leaves

Our roots crack the walls

Our faces bloom

When nuzzled

By velvet nostrils

Father, mother and l

We like to stare

As the roes eat from our hands

And walk safely

Through our apartment

Through our dream

Though each evening

The neighbors draw their radios

And sharpen their TV sets

WINTER

WINTER

ls it possible

That one day we'll go away

All of us

The apartment will remain empty

And the walls will dry up

Without our breath

ls it possible

That flowers knobs and chairs

Will not be ovegrown with moss

Mother ever older

And father in gloves

So much pain in their bones

We touch hidden corners

Beat the carpets

Not to think about it

When dust presses itself too early

Silently into our eyes and mouth

We believe hidden tears
will make dust fertile

And someday we will overgrow with moss

New mother and father,
with their hands yet free

From gloves

will touch us in silence

Enjoying the new moss
in the old apartment

Winter

Already in my house

Father has frozen upon the table

Mother sways carrying the supper

Against the wind that touches her eyes

Chilled to the bone, my father's hand

Attempts to transfer the reign

lnside the bed shackled with ice

Pulses the spring of old blood

l can't peel my face

Frozen to the window

l hear fading steps

Crunching snow

lt's you

Fading away from the sky

lced in stillness

Fluorescent frost

Covers carnival trailers

lron hearts

ln shooting galleries

My hand

ls red like the dawn

ln the chapped skin one can trace

The contour of high mountains

And forgotten touches

Crystals on frosted windows

Crumble in my hand

And only silence and this waltz

Will endure