Or calculated massacres - no shallow graves.“Well in no particular order. With hate - or fear - there are no slaves War - lust - greed - the violence of the crowd -Īre hidden by its spiral threads of cloudĪnd from the moon all that we moon men see'sĬyrano: Nobody starves. Then look! - Earth rises! -Ī haze of blue masks all its earthly vices.
Now leave.Ĭyrano: No life? - really? - is that seriously what you believe?īut all the same there's moon-men everywhere -Īre what we see on waking from our dreams. You look like a man, but in fact you are an animal.Ĭyrano: Know me? Only if you've studied moon-life very closely.ĭe Guiche: Life? There's no life on the moon. “ De Guiche: Alright - yes - I'm meeting a woman here for sex. I love you, I need you, I want you, I go to sleep thinking about you and wake up with your voice winding through my head, I look at you and I can't focus, the whole world shimmers, I'm ashamed, I'm angry, I'm in love, I'm mad, I'm happy, I'm dead, I'm alive, I'm stupid, I'm tongue-tied, I'm writing you letters, I'm tearing them up, I'm writing you letters again, I'm idealising you, I'm humiliating you, I'm undressing you, I'm looking into your eyes, I'm kissing your eyes, I'm pressing you against a wall, you're pushing back, your body wants mine, you kiss my mouth, you bite my lip, you draw blood, you're on fire, you're on fire, your eyes are flame, your hair is flame, the whole world shimmers and I burn and I burn with love - the whole world shimmers - and the night - and the sky - and your voice shimmers - I've no wit, I've no mind, I've no brake, I've no self-control, I've no shame, I've no authority over myself, I can wait hours for just one glimpse of you then not speak to you at all, how can I speak, how can I speak to you, I can't speak, I can't stop speaking, I can't stop looking, I can't look, I make you an object, I desire you, I write to you, I write for you, I tear up everything I have ever written for you or about you, I burn myself alive for you, I worship you, I strip you, I clothe you, I do up the tiniest buttons at your sleeve, I embrace your wrist, I embrace your neck, I kiss the back of your neck, I embrace your wrist, I'm speechless, speechless, all I can say is I want - I want - I want - there is no poetry - there is no structure that can make any sense of this - only I want - I want - I want - I want you, Roxanne.”
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