Visit of an American Poet characters
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1 - Narrator
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2 - Poet
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3 - Wife
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4 - Zarenda
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5 - Employee
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6 - Neighbour
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7 - Policeman
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(Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts almost Brian Rixish in its semi cold ridiculous scenario
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MES, overlapping voice 1 from 4: Thus began the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of identity. (Running and growling through the back end of 94 to 98 the sixth) and now to explain.
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And now for a message in a room with access to all in San Francisco
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Voice 2: Another crooked smile. Is music a disease? Or is it just living in these soap opera times. They all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal. Is this me? Is this everyone in every crap commerce? Everyone without love brought up in violence and drunkeness? Why am I depressed? Work hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 I'm owed. Music, music I belong to music. Why are there so many shit people in music?
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<keyb drone & piano abuse>
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<tinny taped voice, bits of it anyway>
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Yeah this is about Mark, Mark told me a story about the visitation of an
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American poet. She came round She came round.
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into his arms She was nice she was nice..
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(She was quite, a fucking good girl)
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But she had a nasty streak in her
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She turned nasty and made him a hostage in his own house
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Mark was being fucking, plagiarised and fucking black ------ in his own
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house
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(She had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat because she was an
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Amerian poet
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Then Karl Burns came round and she went all nice and cheerful
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She said to him, she said to him "Yeah Mark fucking hell yeah, bring your mates in"
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And Karl came in and Karl just wouldn't entertain this woman at all
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And Markl said "No, stay a while Karl, stay a while" (kill the icicles)
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Trying to put a message over to him saying
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"Come on look don't you realise I'm in trouble here I need you here,
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I need you here, I need some support from me mate" and Karl just
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totally oblivious to this said "Where's me money?.
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MES: The visitation of an American poet
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Thus began a slow palaver subtle, unconscious in its loss of identity
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Running and growing through the back end of the years '94 to '98 (to six and now)
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To explain, where to begin,
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The soft green leaves (of Massachussets)
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The visitation took place outside Salem
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A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted peculiar
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It was (orson?awesome)
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Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from bloody thick from Atlanta
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Turn that shower off
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Pure coincidence A&R man in same motel
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At dawn there is a knock at the door
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It is from salem the poet it is the second visitation
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Act 2
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I now had a bubbling black large seafood plate
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SF type load of problems at my gate
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Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the left wriggling
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Small irritant
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Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordingly
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Remember that before five view points
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Would even step out of the house
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Frisco I was in Frisco
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Chain gain
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Thompson (type held a visit) number two
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Second visitation seizure in hotel
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Excitement on face gut wrench hospital
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Cat odour lysergic acid smell
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(Corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating delusional
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When mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor
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New alias monthly
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Spreadeagled in driveway
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Come up soon for the third visit
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That was in the future
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The visit of an American poet
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Gothic green goblin gnome
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Cast her adrift my first mistake
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Let her into the motel in Frisco
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(Where the baby green crap baby green to Paris) - (.. .. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action taken out by four eight troops visually ----ing 4 5 --- form Atlanta operating on the left and right flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and famous?infamous) body
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what's left their task's to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
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Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
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| Surprise visit this was the seco |
