Alchemy, Alcibiades, Anemone, Aristotle, Black, Chloe, Condom, Echo, Egg, Ghost, Glaucon, Glycera, Holocaust, James Joyce, Juno, Knife, Lethe, Mars, Mirror, Phyllis, Pisistratus, Plum, Plumtree's, Posie, Pregnant, Putrifaction, Ruby, Soul, Theatre, Throwaway, Ulysses, Venus, Whore
Scene: [Around the ideal form of a table sit Glaucon, Alcibiades, Pistritus, and a mirror reflecting an even more ideal form of a table around which sit Glycera, Chloe, Phyllis and a mirror reflecting ooh look at that table, way more ideal, around which sit Anemone, Posie, Echo in a mirror, and a mirror reflecting ok now I like this one best, wait, can I see that first table again? reflecting Mars, Venus, and Juno and a mirror reflecting turtles all the way down. On each ideal form of a table sits a container of plums. Some of the containers are coffins, some are eggs.]
Glaucon: [Brotherly, breathing on the mirror while the others stare hard at the plums] On behalf of Alcibiades, for the fulfillment of his one great goal, I call them to life across the waters of Lethe.
Juno: [Chewing a plum] You hear that? Venus, get off of Mars, we have to troop to the call.
Anemone: Poor ghosts. I really anticipate disaster here.
Echo: Disaster here.
Posie: [Carving into the table with a blunt hornhandled ordinary knife reminiscent of Roman history] e ar space ach e ar e period.
Alcibiades: Anything yet?
Anemone: He is so expectant!
Posie: [Carving] tea ay en tea exclamation point.
Glycera: [Wearing a frock of muslin and yellow shoes] He wants me again. Already.
Phyllis: Well don’t go. That man would make his own mother an orphan.
Chloe: Isn’t his father the son of his own mother?
Anemone: He heard her say that. Look his face is growing dark.
Echo: Growing dark.
Posie: eye en gee space dee ay ar kay period.
Pisistratus: All is lost. I’m leaving.
Glaucon: Stay, we have all the mirrors aligned in perfect harmonic proportions. This will work.
Pisistratus: It will work if we bribe somebody.
Alcibiades: Glycera’s soul is far away. What if she won’t assume her etheric double?
Juno: Ok, place your bets. Will she assume her etheric double? I say yes. A whore like that? Come on.
Mars: I say yes too. Last time she had her leg up over our left shoulder. I could watch that again 16 times in a row.
Venus: Alcibiades’ left shoulder. She won’t. He’ll beg until he’s black in the face but I’ll have to incarnate for her. Where’s my ruby dress?
Phyllis: Huzzah! I think Venus will go for you. I wonder if she has a ride? She can take Aristotle, he’s parked out back.
Juno: Venus your bet’s a throwaway. Just listen to her heart beating! Can hear it two mirrors over.
Glycera: I guess I can go, but I won’t use a condom. I hate condoms. Well at least I had my period last week so there’s that. He bites, though. It’s off putting.
Chloe: You’re fertile! Oh you’ll have a nice ripe egg for him.
Glycera: Oh fabulous, I’ll get pregnant. Great.
Anemone: Will she?
Posie: capital ess ach e question mark.
Glycera: What do you think, ladies?
Phyllis: It’s a holocaust; you’ll get burned.
Chloe: Yes she’ll burn. The young green shoots of new plumtrees require putrefaction first. End it now and go to him, it will be the beginning of something. And the Gods are involved, so there will be mirror effects all over the place. Lose yourself in it. I mean, look at these plums. They’re dying. They won’t be fully empowered until putrefied. The tomb of death is the womb of new life.
Glycera: Ok, here I go.
Juno: You hear that? Let’s get started.
Juno, Venus, and Mars: [Breathing on the mirror] We call them to life across the waters of Lethe.