Ten Beginnings... And One End By Meg Wise-Laurence First performed at the Bitter End with music by Toby Kasavan July 21, 1999Background acrylic by Thom Williams
1. Day glo bugs on the streets and sidewalks outside my 10th floor window. Cabin Fever. I could jump if I want-- and I don't really want-- fortunately for the bugs down below. They are my litany, my dirge; my orchestral, my funeral, procession. The music of the onward march of movement. Sweet music. Cabin Fever. Moving through space --moving, moving through space-time-- like something that has no beginning, no end. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. 12 beginnings, and one end. Baby, don't you see there are 12 beginnings and one end? It's the fun that never seems to transcend. We're left with a line and sinker and no hook except for eleven beginnings, and one end. 1, 2, 3. Our little boy said to me the other day, "Mommy, what if a boy pigeon can't love a girl pigeon 'cause she's only a pigeon?" "I love ya, pigeon," I said. Ten beginnings, one end. "Do you really have to go?" Go, stay; black white gray. Willy is my reason to stay. And my reason to go away.