beckett remix 3

[neil jenkins]

Note Movement this all that moisture but for its own certain vowel 
sounds she who no love spared that matter parents unknown unheard too 
corner of punishment for some strange reason the larks so on drifting 
in the tongue yes whether standing on somewhere else again so dulled 
feeling was trying what tongue in a moment if it had to? what she began 
trying what she was not catching the bag back in the? what she's saying 
till scarcely perceptible at first thought was how she? something she 
did not hers alone so on God is love tender mercies new every morning 
back in the other awful if not guilty stand there on keep? what to tell 
all those? what she should she found herself never got the grave when 
suddenly she to get her time middle of punishment which then on it 
hadn?t heard or for a ball a few steps then no feeling of darkness 
sudden flash very foolish oh long since it something begging something 
else all dead still hear make something else oh long after sudden flash 
perhaps not all dead still throughout but always the tears sat and 
stare into space mouth half of curtain fully down the throng motionless 
staring into MOUTH upstage audience left tall standing figure sex 
undeterminable enveloped from vehement refusal to tell how she had not 
knowing what tongue never got the brain still in the buzzing dull roar 
in the past dragging up the half open as usual