THE LAST SUPPER - Walter Beckers

WALTER BECKERS
THE LAST
SUPPER
A PLAY
in 12 acts
BANANA PRESS 1995

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BY
WALTER BECKERS

It’s all soul as a form of
sleeping dead and it is not
what it seems
Longfellow

THREE FAMOUS APOSTTELS OF THE 20TH CENTURY:
ARMSTRONG – ALDRIN – COLLINS
COMMEMORATION OF THE 1ST APOSTLE ON THE MOON,
AT 02.56 GMT JUNE 21ST 1969

ACT ONE
JOHANNES Je pense donc je suis. 1
PETER Sorry ?
PETER Everything still has to be
done. This is an end, challenging
all beginning. So let's start over
again.
JAMES Why ? Why start thinking again ?
It's so demanding.
PETER It will keep us busy, and keep some
other guys worried.
JAMES Descartes was right about getting a
headache.
JOHANNES I think he was interested in the
aspirin and tranquillizer business.
JOHANNES
PETER
JOHANNES
PETER
JOHANNES
PETER
JOHANNES
That's French, brother. Don't
worry.
Are you talking about the guy who
blew up Greenpeace's Rainbow
Warrior ?
No, but he was French too.
I can't even remember what food and
beverage taste like.
It has only been some two thousand
years, how would you remember ?
I enjoy this garden.
It's real quiet here.
PETER
Too many frustrations.
PETER
Why are we next to the tennis-
JAMES
Let's drink champagne.
court ?
PETER
You must be drunk.
1
COGITO ERGO SUM , I THINK SO I AM

JOHANNES
We behave well. We don't scream nor
as we are, you can keep your
yell.
dreams in the deepfreeze.
PETER
We whisper.
JAMES
Blood must be nice.
JAMES
We whisper like warm Sahara winds.
JOHANNES
I've forgotten.
PETER
I heard Thomas, Andrew and Philip
PETER
Don't even think about it. It puts
have been installed next to the
you under too much pressure.
swimming-pool.
JAMES
Blood pressure and heart attacks.
JOHANNES Next to ladies in bikinis ?
JOHANNES
When I think of all the endless
JAMES
No way, brother. Our host is a
writer and a dreamer. He lives on
years to come we will remain
silent.
his own. Kind of a self-sufficient
PETER
All this dead polyester has a strange
individual.
effect of silence on me.
JOHANNES
As we are, selfish.
JAMES
Before the world has always been
PETER
When a dream comes true, you
silent, apart from the big bang.
tend to lose it.
JOHANNES
This garden is our tomb.
JAMES
Not always. Maybe you don't know
PETER
It hasn't always been silent, but
it, but you might be the dream.
nobody ever listened to what was
PETER
When you are made from polyester,
being said.

JAMES
Madonna says words are useless.
JAMES
Look at yourself, brother. Whatever
PETER
Madonna with child, by
you are you're only polyester.
Michelangelo ? Fine sculpture.
JOHANNES
I'm a piece of art in the mind of
JAMES
I mean the Madonna-clip on MTV.
others, and in mine.
PETER
Maybe she's right. The Madonna in
JAMES
Warhol thought Campbell soup was
JPG-outfit has a higher IQ than
art too.
Einstein anyway.
JOHANNES
We'll never know. We don't eat.
JOHANNES
She's vulgar, a cheap whore.
PETER
It's nice to get impressions from
PETER
She's sexy.
others.
JOHANNES
That's only an attitude, an
JAMES
Often they are mentally defective.
artificial look. A designer's job.
PETER
What they say is rarely what they
JAMES
She turns me on.
think.
JOHANNES
I never noticed you fancied
JAMES
What they think often stinks.
vulgarity. Think about it, brother.
PETER
Our polyester stinks too.
She's a designer's job, dyed. A
JAMES
Flesh and blood can stink a lot
mass product to be sold like a hot-
worse.
dog. I mean undefinable suspicious
PETER
I am beginning to understand why
meat.
Allbirth made us from polyester.

JOHANNES
It was very decent of Allbirth to
JAMES
Einstein sounds German. It means
create us in this way.
one stone.
JAMES
I'm looking forward to meeting him at
JOHANNES
Right. Einstein is German.
last.
JAMES
No way. Einstein was a Jew. A son
PETER
My education system tells me that
of the Holy Land.
Allbirth is expected to visit us.
JOHANNES
I've heard about his theory.
JAMES
Where is he hanging out ? I've lost
JAMES
I don't fancy theories, I'm more
my patience.
practical.
PETER
Take it easy. He'll show up.
JOHANNES
You know, everything is relative.
JOHANNES
Judas, Simon and Thaddeus are
PETER
I don't want to think about it.
staying close to the library. I can
It's not my style. I enjoy my
feel them. I can feel Allbirth as
dreams.
well. Distance does not matter.
JAMES
Good idea. Let's sleep and dream
It’s a mind game.
for a while.
JAMES
Allbirth. Must be a French name,
JOHANNES
Try to dream about relativity and
mustn't it ?
tell me about it.
JOHANNES
Albert, like Einstein. Einstein's
PETER
I won't. Anyway, why should I
first name.
confess my dreams to you ?

JAMES
Don't tell me you already know what
JAMES
You're vulgar, brother. You talk
you will be dreaming about.
like these analphabetic
PETER
Yes, I do. I program my dreams.
Hollywoodians, Bruce Willis, Sly
JAMES
I think I'm going to dream about
Stallone. In every sentence they have
you lying to yourself.
to vomit shit and fuck you.
PETER
Who cares. As long as it keeps me
PETER
The masses are taking over. The heirs
busy.
of Djengis-Kahn and Hannibal live in
JOHANNES
I'm going to return to space for a
Hollywood these days.
while.
JOHANNES
Must be the end of the century.
PETER How come ?
JAMES
The fall of the Roman Empire made in
JOHANNES
We had such a memorable time out
Taiwan.
there.
JOHANNES
Copulate you, yeah. Masturbate your
JAMES
I'll dream about Madonna. She'll
bring me to Venus.
overheated mind, brother. It's the
best you can do. Go on with your
JOHANNES Can't you see she's negative ?
Can't you hear it ? All this
nonsense about being a virgin. She’s
fucked up.
PETER
JOHANNES
banalities.
Masturbate, copulate, or whatever,
but let me sleep.
I'm leaving Cape Canaveral.

PETER Cape Kennedy ?
JAMES Let's go to Florida, decadent and
warm.
ANDREW
ACT TWO
I'm following the wind and I'm
PETER
To Miami. Plenty of over-dressed
drifting on my personal ocean.
Latin Mafiosi and lots of underdressed
prostitutes.
THOMAS
I can't even remember swimming in a
former life, in any of my lives.
JOHANNES I'm leaving planet Earth. I can
feel the G-force again. It's
incomparable. What a feeling.
PETER What am I doing here ?
JAMES Exposing yourself as a sculpture,
remember brother ?
PETER We can sleep somewhere in Coconut
Grove as well, makes no difference.
Let's dream and be rich.
JAMES I like that! Let’s use our
imagination.
PHILIP
ANDREW
PHILIP
ANDREW
PHILIP
ANDREW
Maybe Johnny Weismüller hadn't been
born yet.
Let's talk about the Good Book and
realise where wisdom comes from.
Neither Johnny nor Tarzan ever read
it.
But you did.
No brother, I never read it.
I can read to you, to make you
remember.
PHILIP Can you remember any gospels ?
ANDREW
Only very recent ones, like those

sung by Mahalia Jackson.
PHILIP
I've heard people copulate with
PHILIP
The way she sings makes me
sheep, cows, horses and even dogs
contemplate.
nowadays. Madness.
ANDREW
Good job. It's the first step in
ANDREW
Yeah, dogs are claimed to lick very
mastering the difficulty of
nicely.
listening to your being nothing.
PHILIP
They won't get aids from it., and
PHILIP What ?
no-one to pay. No set-up, no
ANDREW
What a pity it's winter already
divorce, no alimony.
and too cold to swim.
PHILIP Do you feel like swimming ?
ANDREW
Why don't they practice it on a
more regular base ?
ANDREW
I'm thinking about sexy girls. Long
PHILIP
You fool ! Can you go to a
legs, mini-skirts, black stockings.
restaurant with a sheep or a
PHILIP
Don’t get obscene. Why think about
horse ? To the movies or so ?
these mass media cultus ? It’s
ANDREW
They should promote it on MTV.
all prepared by master degrees in
Screw the other animals !
ANDREW
persuasive propaganda. Sieg Heil !
I like it, it satisfies my wildest
THOMAS You make me laugh, brothers !
You sound polluted by acid rain.
imagination. Sieg Heil !
ANDREW
Did you know our host is a famous

porn-publisher ? He’s known from
ANDREW
He should have chosen another
Toronto to Paris and everywhere.
subject.
PHILIP
Yeah, I've overheard him talking to
PHILIP
You mean he would be better off
fellow artists on several
drinking ?
occasions. Whether he's a poor
THOMAS
Shut up. He thinks in concepts.
publisher, writer or poet, he looks
When he's running, he's already
sad.
incarnating art.
ANDREW
He runs in the woods every day.
PHILIP
I know he's writing about two
THOMAS
He's an eccentric.
thieves.
ANDREW
I heard his wife has left him.
ANDREW The ones that were crucified ?
THOMAS He must be very lonely.
THOMAS
Nobody gets crucified anymore.
PHILIP
You can hear him type-writing all
Politics have overtaken justice.
day.
ANDREW
In the past they went straight to
THOMAS
And all night.
hell. Today they go to the disco.
ANDREW
I understand he's writing about us.
PHILIP
This is an interesting remark.
PHILIP
He must be looking for
Discos and hell have a lot in
communication to overcome his
common. They're overheated, dark,
loneliness.
smelly and crowded with people full

ANDREW
THOMAS
of sinful thoughts.
Keep it simple. It's all about sex.
I heard our host has stayed at the
keep spoiling the atmosphere.
Morals are changing. Apples are
computers these days.
Beverly Hills Hotel several times.
PHILIP
Morals are out of fashion.
He'll know all about sex.
Computers will kill us soon.
ANDREW
That's for sure.
THOMAS
Football addicts turn into killing
PHILIP
He'll be damned.
hooligans. Television and movies
ANDREW
When you climb a mountain you have
blind them.
to come down again.
PHILIP
And then they drop the charges
THOMAS
From heaven to hell.
against them. Politicians are
PHILIP
How could Adamsky ever have been
criminals.
seduced by an apple ? That's
ANDREW
Rome and the Coliseum are back
ridiculous. A hamburger or a pine-
brother. Money and games.
apple or even a hot-dog would
PHILIP
I like this place, it's a healthy
have been okay to suggest paradise.
spot. It's great to live here in
But an apple !
these whispering woods without
ANDREW
Everybody listens to songs about
corruption.
better places to live, but they
ANDREW
It's like living on an island, I

feel like Robinson Crusoe.
ANDREW
Shall we walk a little in the
THOMAS
I don't want to be Friday.
neighbourhood tonight ?
ANDREW
Remember what happened to us
PHILIP
We can't. Allbirth might turn up. I
before. Never again. They behaved
wouldn't miss him for the world.
like real Palestines, throwing
THOMAS
Nobody seems to know him, yet
stones at us.
everybody talks about him.
THOMAS
They love cheap plastic watches,
PHILIP
You've got to believe, brother.
these days.
He'll show up sooner or later. It's
PHILIP
Of course. Swatch appeals to
a must. He represents our SOS !
people's emotions. It's more
THOMAS
Cartier watches are too expensive,
popular than the Bible.
too much of Faubourg St.-Honoré for
ANDREW
A Swatch is provocative, just like
me.
real art, I mean progressive art.
ANDREW
Can't you feel how useless we
THOMAS
It's all about being inventive.
become without his presence,
PHILIP
Everyone has a different vision.
without his guidance ?
THOMAS
You have to be inventive, and very
THOMAS Do you know what SOS means ?
few people are. I only care for
those happy few.
PHILIP
No, I don't. Oh yes, I do. It means
help.

THOMAS
It's much more than that, brother.
driving it.
It reads "Save Our Souls".
ANDREW
That's great.
PHILIP
I like that.
PHILIP
Yeah. Yeah. Kinky.
THOMAS
Thank you. Most generous of you,
THOMAS
Finally we agree about something.
but I have to see him before I can
ANDREW
About something really important.
believe in him.
PHILIP
What do you think a model would
ANDREW
Maybe our timing is wrong. It's too
prefer ?
cold. Maybe he's ill. Maybe he'll
ANDREW
A Ferrari, and a boat, and a house
show up next spring.
in Saint-Tropez. At least !
PHILIP
Don't worry, he must be a man of
THOMAS
Yeah. And get more laundry money!
all seasons.
PHILIP
Let's change the subject. It's
ANDREW
I can see the seasons, but I can't
cynical and boring to have the same
feel the time.
opinion. Difference of opinion
PHILIP
What do you prefer ? A model like
stimulates creativity.
Evangelista or a Ferrari ?
THOMAS
Are you sure ? Different opinions
THOMAS
I would choose a Ferrari. It’s less
are at the root of war.
expensive than a model and with a
PHILIP
People get very upset by not
Ferrari I’m sure to be the only one
knowing, ignoring or not

ecognising. But that of course
will never be Allbirth's problem.
PHILIP
the other ? I do feel my body.
Just a thought like so many
ANDREW
I dare say, our expectations are
others.
much too high.
THOMAS
If you keep judging good and bad as
THOMAS
In complete stillness stones keep
talking and until he shows up we
white and black, you appeal to be
boring to death.
will live in conflict.
ANDREW
I can't even separate myself from
PHILIP
You're very controversial, but
my other selves. I’m mixed up.
you're right. I have to admit it.
PHILIP
We are the quintessence of the
ANDREW
We are sleeping dead but we enjoy
absolute togetherness.
being an attraction. We are the
mental stuff.
THOMAS
Really ? There's always someone who
is bound to be different. I believe
THOMAS
PHILIP
THOMAS
I'm not so sure about that. I can
whisper, breath, walk, even fly.
That's the result of the unlimited
cleverness of your perfect mind,
brother.
How can you separate the one from
it's a diabolical force in the
universe. Like yes and no, black
and white. Contrasts, that’s what
we need. Let’s be controversial
and explosive. That's what nature
needs. Eruptions.

PHILIP
THOMAS
Let's go to Lanzarote or Lipari.
Why not Los Angeles ? Angels amidst
That's real. Understanding is
delusion and will kill you.
eruptions. I would love it.
PHILIP
Would you call yesterday another
ANDREW
Are you trying to convince me of
life time ?
your corruption or of your
eruptions ?
THOMAS
Listen. I'm here. Here is now.
That's my gospel of truth. I just
THOMAS
Look at presidents, senators,
mayors. People pretend to dislike
feel my ideas are growing here and
now. I’m in control of my ideas.
them, but they vote for them
anyway. It happens everywhere all
the time. People like to stimulate
corruption.
PHILIP
THOMAS
Your alert directness astonishes
me.
Beware. If you become overdedicated
you get yourself into
PHILIP
What did you tell me yesterday
trouble.
about corruption ? I don't
remember.
ANDREW
As long as we are not misled by
what we hear.
THOMAS
I don't know whether yesterday ever
PHILIP Is this the right place for us ?
existed. I only believe in my
world and my words right now.
THOMAS
No doubt about it. The right place
is within us.

PHILIP
Do you hear his type-writer ? Our
displays the stars, cleans our
host is writing again.
polyester outfits. He's really
ANDREW
I hear him typing day and night.
concerned about us.
PHILIP
He must have a rich inner life.
THOMAS
He likes power. That's why.
THOMAS
He observes the world and listens
ANDREW
What's wrong with power ? It's our
to his inner vision, don't you
luck. Without his power and energy
think ?
we wouldn't be here.
PHILIP
He must have a lot to say.
PHILIP
Man has always loved power. Today
ANDREW Or nothing !
more than ever.
THOMAS
I wonder how he dreams. Would his
ANDREW
You mean for the past eight
dreams be programmed, or do they
thousand years.
just happen ? Or are they ordered
PHILIP
For millions of years. The world
by fax ?
has been made by power.
ANDREW
I think he must be very creative,
THOMAS
The large ones eat the small ones.
the way he looks at us, wonders,
The small ones are never fast
puts us in different comfortable
enough. Their legs are too short.
positions again and again, cuts
ANDREW
What else can mankind do ? Living
tree branches over our heads,
for a while on a minor star in the

outer corner of some small galaxy,
among too many huge clusters,
speeding into ever expanding
distances towards eternity. It
makes me think about power and
feeling powerless.
THOMAS
PHILIP
The earthly species are trying to
grasp the origins of life, but they
will remain multiplications, copies
and replicas of ever less precise
memories.
Aren't we lucky ? It's just great,
THOMAS
It's the artist who brings the
we're formless and in good shape.
power of mythology into life.
ANDREW
Our mind is our fortune.
ANDREW
Myths become visions and
THOMAS
I think our porn-publisher knows
archetypes become transparent in
when Allbirth will come and visit
the eyes of the artist.
us.
PHILIP
But a ghost can go where the eye,
PHILIP
If he was here, let's say
the speech and the human mind can
yesterday, and since yesterday
not.
doesn't exist, how will we ever be
ANDREW
We are privileged to dwell
able to meet him ?
without any limits into both, the
THOMAS
Who said he was here ? Or will
inner and outer ways of existence,
ever be here ?
wondering about the lost father.
ANDREW
Everybody shows up one day. I know

there’s a 35,000 year old female
caries you know.
ghost in Vienna. Her name is
THOMAS
Who is worried about bad teeth
Samtha. She has been in contact
around here ?
with Sigmund Freud and recently
ANDREW
Pulling your leg, brother.
again with an American called Judy
PHILIP
I would love to be able to smile.
Knight.
Say cheese and smile !
PHILIP
Shut up.
ANDREW
Let's sleep now.
ANDREW
All this makes me nervous.
PHILIP
I feel lonely, I have to travel.
THOMAS
Don’t fool me.
ANDREW
Sleep a little, brother. Dream
PHILIP
Everybody has a breaking-point.
about your other lives. Get into
ANDREW
What are we arguing about, in a
your space-suit.
universe with a billion galaxies ?
THOMAS
Yeah. Bye-bye, commander.
THOMAS
We're useless.
PHILIP
Good idea. Let’s take off and bye-
ANDREW
We could go to Mars.
bye.
THOMAS
ANDREW
I'm tired. Mars or the Milky Way,
whatever. By the way, we don't eat
bars, do we ?
Sweet bars are bad for your teeth,
THOMAS You’re a lunatic.
PHILIP I’m a moonwalker.
THOMAS You’re Armstrong again, back in
1969.

PHILIP You’re nuts.
THOMAS I never was in Bastogne.
PHILIP Forget it. You have no memory.
THOMAS The humans depend on memory and
intellect, so they create
disaster.
THOMAS
becoming dinosaurs.
Until our analysis itself
becomes unconscious.
PHILIP
The humans are jealous and
possessive, therefore they are
dependant and feel pain.
ANDREW
The artist is the only to be
satisfied by his reality of
dreams.
PHILIP
Artists and art are unique, so
are we.
THOMAS
Stop it ! You’re swallowed by
your introspection.
ANDREW
It’s our inconscience which
grows and grows as if we are

ACT THREE
SIMON What are you waiting for ?
SIMON
JUDAS
I don't trust your mind for
anything. I think you are sick.
I'll find you a dick, so you can
THADDEUS
Love, all I need is love.
masturbate. Safe sex, that's what
SIMON
We are love.
you need, both of you.
JUDAS
That's what the Book of Books says.
SIMON
Sounds like seduction.
THADDEUS
Maybe it's sex I need.
JUDAS
The taste of seduction smells
SIMON
You are famous, you have sucsex
copulative.
already ! Isn't that enough ?
SIMON
He's going to find us a dick. All
JUDAS
What we need is a dick.
the nonsense I have to listen to.
THADDEUS
Could you find me one ? A vice one?
THADDEUS
Without a body ! How could I
A black one ?
masturbate ? All this is
JUDAS
SIMON
JUDAS
I'll think about it, I have a
solution.
I'll find you a whore with a
catwalk attitude.
I have an inventive mind, you
should know that. Trust me.
JUDAS
THADDEUS
ridiculous.
Trust me. Just for once in our
endless life. I'll find you a nice
one, a practical plastic penis. I’m
strong in arithmetics.
Where ? Where did you get your

Ph. D. ?
two thousand years !
JUDAS
In a sex shop, of course. Just tell
JUDAS
That's the best you can do brother.
me exactly what you want. Long,
Believe in your true self as in a
short, thick, thin ?
miracle and enjoy it.
THADDEUS
Sounds attractive.
SIMON
After all, I have to admit it
JUDAS
Forget about clap, venereal
sounds good. If I had any money,
diseases, forget about aids,
I'd pay you to get me one. A
brother. You're in safe hands with
black one for me, too.
me. I have a contract with the
JUDAS
You don't need any money, brother.
devil.
I'll just steel them. Trust me.
SIMON Devil or evil ? ... or senile ?
THADDEUS
After all, I can masturbate without
THADDEUS
Do you want me to look like a
a dick. Aren't we a hundred percent
sucker, a sucker with an attitude ?
mental?
SIMON
Don’t touch me ! Keep your
SIMON
We're concepts, indeed. All the
invisible hands away from me ! For
Fausts and Goethes will remain in
Allbirth's sake, behave naturally.
despair.
THADDEUS
Sounds miraculous, I'm going to
JUDAS
Sure we're concepts, but a hard
make love to myself again ! After
stick in your hand will give you a

THADDEUS
lot more pleasure, more ideas, we
don’t like opera.
It sure would look more natural to
Chirico, Man Ray, Max Ernst,
Fellini and so many, many more
are ghosts now too.
me...
SIMON You call it natural ?
THADDEUS
Their creative works are becoming
voices circling in the atmosphere
JUDAS
I will always respond to the laws
to be capted by the sensitive.
of Mephisto’s inventiveness
SIMON
That makes sense.
as I respond to ghost-laws.
THADDEUS
That's what I mean brother. It's
Why wouldn't I respond to creative
all in the mind and so is making
love ?
love.
THADDEUS
The world does not exist without
SIMON
And love keeps it simply
imagination.
complicated.
SIMON
That's why the world is ruled
JUDAS
Gravity is not in the mind.
by ghosts. Humans tend to forget
THADDEUS
Gravity existed long before Newton.
that.
JUDAS
But science is a mind-game.
JUDAS
Jesus, Buddha, Dali, Baudelaire,
SIMON
Science can be love and art in one
Duchamps, James Joyce, Malevitch,
basket.
Pessoa, Magritte, Delvaux, de
THADDEUS
It flows through your mind, it will

eturn, as a boomerang.
television.
JUDAS
That's far too chaotic for me. I
THADDEUS
You’re escalating.
think about science as an invention
SIMON
I like my state of mind. Get lost
for human beings. Those simple
with your plastic dick ! I can
creatures like to be dominated by
imagine, pretend and invent
inventive minds. A world of tender
anything.
sheep. That's what Easter is all
THADDEUS
I'm excited. Stop it. I'm almost
about, isn't it ?
coming. Coming to equality inside
THADDEUS
They eat the sheep, chopped.
the womb of my bloody dreams.
SIMON
Your common sense is so naive. I
SIMON
If equality existed, there would be
can't believe what I'm hearing.
no ladies tennis.
JUDAS
Get lost ! You're so stubborn.
JUDAS
Do you know of anything human which
Forget about your plastic dick.
isn't common or vulgar ?
What do you know about hypnosis ?
SIMON
You're an asshole.
SIMON Mass hypnosis ?
JUDAS
Now you are being vulgar. At least
JUDAS
Yes, mass hypnosis, any kind of
hypnosis, name it. The education
you try to be, you try to talk like
a movie star.
systems, rules, laws and
SIMON
Forget it. I'm waiting for

Allbirth. After all that's what
amidst corruption, I can adapt
really matters.
myself.
JUDAS
Allbirth, Allbirth. That's all I
THADDEUS
I'm still dreaming about love and
hear around here. Allbirth. Again
sex.
and again.
SIMON
Don't mix them, brother.
SIMON
Remember, he's on your mind too,
THADDEUS
I think I could love sex. Sure
brother.
thing. I would find it more than
JUDAS
Can't you see you have been
enjoyable. I could care for it so
manipulated ?
much, so much, that I would start
SIMON
Everybody is being manipulated, all
loving it.
the time, by hidden persuaders. We
SIMON
No, you couldn't. But the more you
know that.
think about it, the more you'll
JUDAS
Who are they ? They can sell you
think you need it. Learn to love
anything. Do you still believe you
your imagination.
have a free choice ?
JUDAS
Listen brother, if it's all in your
SIMON
Yes ! It's my inner space that
imagination, what about your
protects me.
Allbirth ? Why do you have to wait
JUDAS
I could live in a pool of dirt,
for him ?

SIMON
You make me sick. Let me sleep now.
SIMON Sleep !
JUDAS
Checkmate. I really got you now.
JUDAS
I need a drink.
SIMON
You didn't get anything, I just
SIMON
Let me sleep.
want to sleep, that's all.
THADDEUS
I can’t wait.
JUDAS
SIMON
THADDEUS
JUDAS
You surrender, that's it.
Forget it.
I want my plastic dick.
You'll get it. And a woman in your
bed every night.
SIMON Suck my thumb ...
THADDEUS Really ?
JUDAS
SIMON
Sure. It’s all in the script.
Don't believe him. He’s talking
about the opera again.
JUDAS
SIMON
THADDEUS
SIMON
Shut up.
Shut up yourself.
I can't wait.
Shut up.
JUDAS What am I doing here ?

JAMES
ACT FOUR
This garden is so green. I like it
our host, the King of porno.
BARTOLOMEUS Any epithet would suit him, idle
as he seems.
here, it's nice to overlook the
master’s bedroom.
MATTHEUS
Any epithet would suit Allbirth
too.
MATTHEUS
You pervert. You fancy peep-shows,
don't you?
BARTOLOMEUS I really wonder when Allbirth will
finally show up.
JAMES
You should pay more attention to my
JAMES
No highway patrol will ever spy on
choice of words. To feel really
us from these bushes.
MATTHEUS
close to him does not mean I’m
jumping into his bed. Do you
understand me ?
I’m so desperate.
BARTOLOMEUS Why should they ? Who’s so
dangerous around here ? For
Allbirth’s sake, What are you
talking about ?
JAMES
Why ? Don’t I have the right to
MATTHEUS
Wasn't he arrested for distributing
feel just as happy as he must feel.
outrageously pornographic books ?
BARTOLOMEUS Allbirth ? Allbirth ?
JAMES
That’s a real honour, brother.
JAMES
Allbirth ? I was talking about
He was already quite a
controversial figure in the early

seventies. He demonstrated next to
Sartre in the streets of Paris in
JAMES
Only the very best, the utmost
bad is best.
1969. He was a familiar face at
BARTOLOMEUS Looks awfully cryptical.
Warhol’s factory.
MATTHEUS
Publishers are important. Books are
MATTHEUS
JAMES
I didn’t know Warhol was an
industrial.
Real artists hide in Wall Street.
kinds of ghosts, too. They can
charm you, influence your mind,
change your opinion, increase your
MATTHEUS Was he a hippie ?
intelligence, make you dream. You
JAMES
He still has long hair. I know he
eats his son’s and wife’s picture
can visit or leave them whenever
you feel like it.
to feel them inside.
BARTOLOMEUS He must be dangerous. He’s weird.
JAMES
Books can make you more stupid than
ever.
JAMES
Without him we wouldn't be here.
Art can be obscene, it has to be
MATTHEUS Aren’t we ?
BARTOLOMEUS They can destroy you.
shocking in order to attract
attention, to provoke, in order to
alert the thinking machine.
MATTHEUS
Some books are written by real
devils. Judge for yourself. You are
only worth what you read. The real
MATTHEUS
He must be bad or lonely.
Master is in the Master Book.

The Book is the beginning of all
creation.
MATTHEUS
schedule. Stay cool. Listen to me !
I’m patient without waiting. Look
JAMES
Books sometimes become our
cherished utopia.
at me !
BARTOLOMEUS Go ahead. I'll remain in the dark.
BARTOLOMEUS The Master, the Master ? The Book ?
The Master’s blood becomes wine,
his flesh turns into bread. Again
it looks like cannibalism.
MATTHEUS
I’ll bury myself. I’ll go
underground.
Foolish talk. Your mind is
flipping. You are waiting too
MATTHEUS
For once I wasn’t referring to the
Master we're expecting.
anxiously for the Master to come.
Think about it, look into yourself.
BARTOLOMEUS I'm losing my patience. I can't
help it. I need to touch him.
Allbirth ! Allbirth ! I want to
taste him !
The Master is with you, he lives
within you. Here and now.
BARTOLOMEUS You're right. Maybe I can feel him
already. I can feel him slipping
JAMES
All energy is stimulated by
into my nothingness.
relaxation. You can stimulate your
energy by putting your
expectations in a reasonable
MATTHEUS
If he slips into your nothingness
right now, you are becoming
something.

JAMES
Sounds sneaky.
walking viruses use in every
BARTOLOMEUS How stupid of me. Honestly, I can
feel him right now, in my head...
no, not in my head. I don't have
MATTHEUS
sentence.
Hooked on liquor, drugs and sex,
pure mass banalities.
any head. The Master is on my mind,
BARTOLOMEUS These urban freaks are much too
he dominates my thoughts.
sick
for real sex, which means
MATTHEUS
Be careful brother. You are
sensuality.
talking as if you have been
JAMES
Be moralistic and you stimulate
brainwashed.
vice.
JAMES
Some intellectuals today are saying
MATTHEUS
The mass will destroy the mass.
that serious education is
Together they represent the rotten
brainwashing too.
system.
BARTOLOMEUS I like my nothingness becoming
pregnant so to speak.
JAMES
Are you sure there is nobody around
and listening ?
MATTHEUS
Must be sponges themselves...
MATTHEUS
Even if someone were around, he or
sniffing intellectuals...
she would never imagine us to be
JAMES
I'm not going to pronounce the
talking.
vulgar four letter word, these
JAMES
You're right. Remember, even two

thousand years ago hardly anybody
two cars. There will be no more
was listening to us.
law. Just mere violence.
MATTHEUS
Try to make people happy, and you
MATTHEUS
And no useless United Nations, I
get misery, you get war.
hope.
BARTOLOMEUS Nowadays they have guns, bazookas,
BARTOLOMEUS Hope means fear.
napalm, nuclear weapons, killing
gas and many more vicious
viruses. Killing is the name of the
game.
JAMES
MATTHEUS
Yes, hope is as morbid as fear.
Just be patient and see what we
shall see.
It's already happening. Killers of
JAMES
War and peace support each other.
defenceless women and children are
BARTOLOMEUS Let's pretend we didn't hear that.
sentenced from five to ten years.
MATTHEUS
Yeah. Overruled.
Passionate circumstances. If they
BARTOLOMEUS Are we hypocrites ?
behave well in jail, they're back
JAMES
You know, there are just too many
damned people on earth. Six billion
already. Imagine the day they will
in the streets after three years.
That’s what I call obscene.
BARTOLOMEUS Jeronimus Bosch is back in town.
all be driving cars.
BARTOLOMEUS Think about the day they'll have
JAMES
No way ! Nobody is going to violate
my thinking machinery.

BARTOLOMEUS Killing is becoming free, free of
charges.
MATTHEUS
That’s already a start.
Getting rid of billions of bodies
MATTHEUS
I say “Multatuli”, brother. You
know what that is ? It means “I
have suffered so much” in
Latin.
will follow. I like your violence.
Seems to be an effective kind of
virus.
JAMES Is it Russian or American blended ?
BARTOLOMEUS Latin music ? Bossa nova ? Cha-chacha
?
JAMES We are the chosen ones, remember ?
BARTOLOMEUS Now I’m able to see life beyond
life again. It’s great power. You
make me feel good, brothers.
BARTOLOMEUS Chosen by Allbirth. Let’s dance !
JAMES
It seems to be more abundant than
JAMES
He created us and made us powerful.
the dream life we experienced
BARTOLOMEUS He gave us a tremendous reward, the
feeling of being individuals and
caring for sublimation.
before.
BARTOLOMEUS Don’t make me suffer again. Maybe
we have betrayed our dream life.
JAMES
We have been able to unmask the
dead around us and show them
Allbirth is probably so
disappointed he’ll never show up.
they’re really dead and looking
really awful.
MATTHEUS
You could be right. Since we have
been made from polyester, there

is no reason why we shouldn't be
duplicated, multiplied. By now
there are probably hundreds, maybe
he won't.
BARTOLOMEUS If that is the case, he'll never
come back to us.
thousands of us circulating around
on earth.
BARTOLOMEUS Imagine that one day we could be
JAMES
He will have so many copies of us,
as to disappoint himself in so many
ways.
MATTHEUS
copied six billion times, or more.
Doesn’t matter, we don’t pollute.
BARTOLOMEUS You are absolutely right. There's
too much of everything. Too many
BARTOLOMEUS You’re wrong brother. Think about
all that polyester.
cars, killers, writers, artists,
whores, even ghosts under polyester
MATTHEUS
You're flooding me with bad
cover-up. You name it.
feelings, brother.
JAMES
Anyway. We have been copied before.
JAMES
MATTHEUS
I've never thought about that.
Allbirth made us in his own
image, and now he could be
multiplying this image over and
over again. Are we replicas ?
He certainly could, but let's pray
One of our first copies is still
displayed in a chapel in Milano,
remember ? In the Santa Maria
Chapel.
BARTOLOMEUS That must be the original one. It’s
painted on a huge wall.

MATTHEUS
I heard it was restored
progress.
recently. They call it a fresco.
BARTOLOMEUS I feel desperate. Fresco or frisco?
MATTHEUS
JAMES
Ssst.
Worlds in progress by elimination.
Kind of icecream?
BARTOLOMEUS Less is more.
JAMES
Let's be patient and clear our
MATTHEUS
Ssst.
minds. There is too much confusion
around, too many idle words have
been spoken, too many scaring
suppositions made. Let's sleep and
dream for a while. Let our inner
space do the cleaning-up.
MATTHEUS
Good idea. I badly need it.
BARTOLOMEUS I'm too desperate to sleep.
MATTHEUS
JAMES
Shut up and be reasonable.
Let’s sleep inside the archipelago
of our residing VIP.
MATTHEUS
JAMES
True words seem paradoxical.
Words in progress, sleep in

ACT FIVE
often during the last two thousand
years.
JAMES
JOHANNES
PETER
JOHANNES
JAMES
JOHANNES
PETER
JAMES
JOHANNES
I feel so solid and confident under
my body-form.
I know what you mean. Our life
seems nothing but fluid under this
crazy polyester cover.
There's nothing crazy about it,
brother. We're becoming trendy.
Perpetual changes improve nature.
We could be astronauts.
I wonder what Zebedee would say, if
he could see us in this outfit.
He'd be glad. He'd approve of us
immediately.
Our spirit is visible.
We have progressed so much and so
PETER
JOHANNES
JAMES
PETER
JOHANNES
PETER
JAMES
Radiation still exists.
We allow our inner self to
communicate.
We are space. We are perfecting
space, brother.
I think we are perfecting the idea
of space.
Sometimes I think we are
destructive to earthly life,
inorganic as we are.
The spirit of earthly organic life
will remain the same, whether we
have to function on earth or
anywhere else. We are free to
circle as if we were only ideas.
Acting as astronauts leaves us many

virtual opportunities. We can
concentrate on our inner as well as
on our outer space.
JOHANNES
Why not change our names ? Pennames
? Nick-names ? Or stagenames
?
JOHANNES
Let's play. I'm bored. Let's play
JAMES Gagarin ... or Armstrong ?
with our deductions.
PETER
That wouldn't change a thing. We
PETER
Haven't we been playing games all
are so recognisable.
our lives ? All our lives we have
been virtual assumptions.
JAMES
Changing my name won't modify my
mind, won't change what I really
JOHANNES
PETER
Yeah, very demanding but
exaltating.
Don't be too serious. Allow
am. But anyway, let’s have some
fun. I'm Mickey Mouse now,
remember ?
yourself some distraction. Why
don't you concentrate a little on
Disneyland ?
JOHANNES
JAMES
Yes, it could be fun. Changing
names.
Okay, I'm Mickey Mouse, you are
JAMES
I like your idea. It's all
distraction. Immediately all
tension in me is melting away. I
already feel like Mickey Mouse.
Estragon and you .., well,..oh,
Yes, I remember, you are Lucky,
or..Pozzo, if you prefer. Who
cares ?

PETER
I'll be the boy in our play.
Children are the most beautiful and
to escape, so you’d better take
some risks.
most interesting result in life.
Just call me Boy.
JOHANNES
Okay, I’ll try. I'll put your
idea into my further inner
JOHANNES
Why call me Estragon? It's only
nice in sauces. Poulet à
development series. Another crazy
mind game.
l'estragon. 2
JAMES What ?
PETER
We could teach people how to play
with their problems instead of
PETER
JOHANNES
Must be something fancy, French I
suppose.
Why should I change my name ? It
suffering. Let’s offer them some
easy opportunities by changing
their names.
would be a mistake after all. I’m
JOHANNES
I feel sorry for them.
still hesitating.
PETER
They only play the wrong games.
PETER
You marvellous fool. The downfall
JOHANNES
I think it distracts them even if
of all errors lies millions of
it brings them more misery and
light-years behind you and still
sorrow.
keeps attacking you. There’s no way
PETER
I can fully understand you. They
2
CHICKEN WITH ESTRAGON HERB SAUCE
are even recycling their errors.

They become more and more addicted
JAMES
Their advertisement system sells
to their errors.
motorcars by showing naked women.
JOHANNES
Look at their movies, the
PETER
Remember how people always came to
glorification of murder, sex,
us with their problems in the early
laziness and drugs.
days.
JAMES
They copulate a lot but they can't
JAMES
Yeah. That was fun. Talking to
spell their name correctly.
those young fresh women always
PETER
Strange games. They even sell drugs
gave me a hard-on.
to children at school these days.
PETER
A hard time.
They're really underdeveloped,
JAMES
A hard-on, I said.
becoming more and more bestial.
PETER Stop fooling me, Mickey !
JAMES Do they have orgasms ?
JAMES
I only remember they never believed
PETER
I don't think so. A real orgasm
starts in your mind. Their way of
ejaculating only serves some
us. How badly it has all ended. Do
you remember Boy ? Do you remember
our play ?
foolish industrial procreation
business, kept alive by religions
and sects.
PETER
Nothing has changed. The whole
world is still alive and people
remain in adoration for us and The

Last Supper. Our play remains a
him.
major hit. Let’s produce it on
JAMES
I want an orgasm. You have really
Broadway.
turned me on.
JAMES
Maybe we have been used and
PETER
Don't be foolish.
multiplied ever since, but we're
JAMES
It's fun to be foolish.
alive, more than ever. Nobody can
PETER
I won't lick you. I'm not gay.
mislead us. Our act is still
JOHANNES Gay ? Funny ? Straight ? Reversal ?
natural.
PETER
Too much multiple choice.
JOHANNES
Allbirth would like this. He would
JAMES
You have a choice of problems.
be so happy to hear you talk that
That’s for sure.
way.
PETER
I’m over the moon, right now.
PETER
Allbirth can hear me whenever he
JAMES
It's my imagination, let me have
wants.
some fun. Even if it hurts.
JOHANNES
Allbirth, our creator, I miss him
PETER
My imagination goes beyond my
so much.
comprehension.
PETER
He's within you, remember.
JAMES
I know. Even ghosts don't always
JOHANNES
I want to see him again, I want to
understand each other.
hear him talk. Touch him. Adore
PETER
An easy life is no life at all.

JAMES
Never stop using your imagination.
JOHANNES
Mais oui, cher Monsieur. Je suis
JOHANNES
Go on, now you're talking. You give
bête, tu es con, nous sommes
me some balance again.
dingues. 3
PETER
Great. Feel my words as if they
PETER Sorry ?
were Mike Tyson's fists. You're
knocked out, bang-bang, I knocked
you into our personal heaven.
JOHANNES
JAMES
Don't worry, it's French again.
The only solution I can live with,
is the one that convinces me I have
JOHANNES
That's exactly how I feel about it.
no fear.
I love my sauce à l’estragon. It’s
like heaven.
PETER
Fear of others attracts me. It
gives me precious kicks. It’s like
PETER
JOHANNES
I enlighten you.
Sure, these unpredictable swings
the killing bombs fired from Mike
Tyson's fists.
and upper-cuts make the difference.
They introduce me to progressive
solutions and satanic mental
fights to overcome.
JAMES
PETER
I can always kick all this nonsense
out of you.
How dare you. I'm not joking
anymore. Mike is a very close
PETER
Don't look for solutions, please.
They are the end of everything.
3
BUT OF COURSE, DEAR MISTER. I AM RETARDED, YOU ARE
STUPID, WE ARE CRAZY.

friend of mine.
PETER
Shut up.
JOHANNES
Mon corps est absorbé, mon esprit
JOHANNES
Very well, you idiot person. I'll
éveillé, je suis seul et vous êtes
continue to dream in French anyway.
les seuls en moi. 4
PETER
French mother fucker... sauce à
PETER Sorry ?
l’estragon...your sauces make me
JOHANNES
Notre corps n'existe plus, fini.
sick !
C'était du concret fortuit de chair
et de sang. Notre vrai moi est
resté dans l'esprit. 5
JOHANNES
PETER
En amour il y en a toujours un qui
souffre et un qui s’en merde. 7
You talk like Joseph Chai Kin, he’s
PETER
Stop your incomprehensible French,
dead.
will you ? Crazy Estragon !
JOHANNES
Good night. All your sins are
JOHANNES
Mais l'esprit est interchangeable.
Celui de hier n'est pas le même que
forgiven. Sweet dreams, my little
Boy, child of our dear Samuel.
celui d'aujourd'hui. 6
JAMES
It's broad daylight.
4
MY BODY IS ABSORBED, MY MIND IS AWAKE, I AM ALONE AND YOU ARE THE
ONLY
ONES WITHIN ME.
5
OUR BODY DOES NO LONGER EXIST. IT IS OVER. IT WAS HOPELESSLY
CONCRETE
FLESH AND BLOOD. OUR REAL ME REMAINED SPIRITUAL.
6
BUT THE MIND IS INTERCHANGEABLE. YESTERDAY’S IS NOT THE SAME AS
TODAY’S.
PETER We can pretend it's dark, can’t
we ?
JOHANNES Wait. I think I hear something.
7
IN MATTERS OF LOVE THERE IS ALWAYS ONE WHO IS SUFFERING AND ONE
WHO DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT.

Ssst. Maybe it's him. Yes, I hear
his way.
something.
JAMES
He's always on his way.
PETER
Illusions.
PETER
Let's be efficient.
JOHANNES
Allbirth ! Allbirth ! We are over
JAMES
Let's sleep.
here. Can you hear me ? Master, can
JOHANNES
I hear something.
you hear me ? We're here. We're
PETER
Get lost.
here. Master, we're over here.
JAMES
We're lost. Our dreams are invading
Master ?
our minds.
PETER
Forget it. Good night, sleep well.
JOHANNES
This can be a genuine
JAMES
Good day, sleep well.
achievement of identity.
JOHANNES
I'm sure I heard him.
JAMES
Our minds move so fast, it looks as
PETER
It's your delirious imagination.
if we are flying in space.
Don't worry, he'll show up in due
JOHANNES
I like that. Look at it as if we
time. Be realistic.
were the contrary of earthly
JAMES
You're in trouble brother.
gravity.
JOHANNES
It gives me a good feeling.
JAMES
Our concept will seem neurotic in
He'll come. I can feel it. Very
the monkey minds of neurologists
soon. At least I can feel he's on
and psychiatrists.

JOHANNES
They're sterile ancestors of
the sexual part of the brain.
Atilla. But we are at the origin of
JAMES
Put your dick towards your mind and
space open-mindedness.
use it as a gun. Pull the trigger.
PETER
Yeah. We are aware of sensual
PETER
Sometimes I prefer to whisper. Or
feelings.
to listen to Sting and The Police,
JOHANNES
We know every atom of the Homo
somewhere in a rain forest, without
Erectus has been erased from
cutting majestic trees.
eternal memory.
JOHANNES
Wonderful. You're really getting
PETER Erections ? Erections ?
JOHANNES
We're erected and elected.
used to this garden as a spacegarden.
The endless sky full of
PETER How come ?
sculptured trees becoming stars.
JOHANNES
We were created to be creative and
JAMES
How lucky we have been to die...
to stimulate creativity. It's that
JOHANNES
...so often.
simple.
JAMES
I can’t remember my recent deaths.
PETER Simple ?
JOHANNES
Most people want to look
JOHANNES
We're evolving towards the final
result of a liberated life form.
We must scalp the remainings of
like an eagle, but are led by
domestic cats and dogs. They
are not capable of dying decently.

JAMES
You talk like Schwarzenegger
PETER
You have lost your aura, brother.
accompanied by a long-legged blond
You have
lost your confidence.
in a black silk dress eating
JOHANNES Allbirth ? Allbirth ?
pickled tomatoes at The Dome.
JAMES
Let's be quiet, he really needs it.
JOHANNES
This conventional L.A. nonsense
PETER
Yeah.
irritates me. Your interior
JAMES
Intensive care.
landscape is becoming sexually
PETER
Yeah.
cheap again.
JAMES Who's my enemy ?
JOHANNES Allbirth ?
PETER Shut up Estragon !
JOHANNES
Ssst. I can hear him. Uhhh. Yes, I
can.
PETER
How can you be so good and bad at
the same time ? So clever and
stupid ? My Hopi indian ancestors
ask me.
JOHANNES Ssst. Allbirth ?

ACT SIX
PHILIP
I'm still not well awake,
but I know that stones keep talking
ANDREW
Good morning brothers. Wake up for
another beautiful day in the
in absolute silence.
THOMAS Who’s talking about stones ?
garden of porno.
PHILIP Porno ? Pornographic flowers ?
PHILIP
I do. Being a ghost is pure mind
stuff, brothers. We can throw
THOMAS
ANDREW
I had a crazy dream.
Tell us about it.
stones at anybody, at any time.
ANDREW Are we finally senile ?
THOMAS
I dreamed about Allbirth. I
THOMAS
Being is born out of non-being, but
pictured him as a ghost, just like
all things are born out of being.
you and me.
I didn’t start this grotesque
ANDREW
Like us ? That's not a dream,
conversation.
brother. Allbirth is a ghost.
ANDREW
So aggressive. So early in the
THOMAS
That's kind of a reality.
Do you really understand the
differences between our levels of
reality ? I wonder.
THOMAS
morning. Are you back in Jerusalem,
throwing stones at other human
beings ?
We have to force them. The human
species have to be educated.

ANDREW By throwing stones ?
Sleepwalking all the way to
THOMAS
They've been hypnotised, sponsored
nowhere.
and brainwashed for millenaries by
all kinds of religions. Stones
won't hurt them the way churches
do. They finally have to learn that
every stone on earth is an
art-stone. They need to know and
feel it that way. Stones are
radiative mind-openers.
ANDREW Where did I hear that before ?
THOMAS
PHILIP
THOMAS
ANDREW
THOMAS
Let them be. Don't try to awaken
six billion zombies.
You have a point there. Let's stick
to tradition and sleep tide.
I can't follow. I thought we
were still on mission. Aren’t we
apostles any more ?
Too serious stuff to discuss.
I asked you a question, brother.
THOMAS
It’s only rock and roll like
PHILIP
There’s no exact answer for sale.
Mick Jagger jells it that can
THOMAS I wasn't talking to you, or was I ?
awaken them for the time of a
concert. Just for about 90 minutes.
PHILIP
See what I mean ? Are you still
talking about lousy flesh, blood
ANDREW
After these 90 minutes they start
and bones ?
sleeping again.
ANDREW
Well, this morning I feel like
PHILIP
They're dead, sleeping dead.
being a ghost of flesh and blood

mixed with polyester. It’s all very
PHILIP Yin and yang ? What's that ?
confused in my mind. I can't
picture the difference anymore.
ANDREW
It's the difference between male
and female, melting into one
THOMAS
Listen. They are doomed flesh, but
another. Something like chicken and
we will live forever, polyester
curry, not King Kong but Hong Kong
is like marble, eternal and cool.
style.
ANDREW
You can put it that way. As satanic
PHILIP
Differences will remain
as the big bang ever was.
differences. A King was never a
PHILIP What's that ? The big bang ?
Kong.
ANDREW
It's the knock on the door of
THOMAS
Sounds like copulating to me.
everything.
PHILIP
The only difference I like is the
THOMAS
Four million years ago we were
interference between a phallus and
apes.
a vagina.
ANDREW
Everything and nothing can’t live
ANDREW
Sounds very complicated to me,
with each other. It's something
although it might look easy.
like yin and yang, King and Kong
THOMAS
That's why I don't believe in yin
something sexy and hairy. A mistake
and yang or King and Kong.
of judgment.
PHILIP
Try my recipe for interference.

THOMAS
PHILIP
Don't tell me they will both melt
in harmony. That's plain sex,
brother, pumping, gymnastics, Kama-
Sutra, nothing else.
Maybe you're right brother. All I
another is too intelligent for his
mate. One reads, while the other
is sleeping. One likes movies, his
partner prefers basket-ball. It's
all about balance.
hear on earth are couples getting
ANDREW
That’s probably why they drink
angry with one another.
cocktails.
Complaining. Three couples out of
PHILIP
They're losing all faith.
five either divorce or separate.
THOMAS
Even Kings and Queens get bored.
The two remaining don't have the
PHILIP
You mean the one who wanted to live
guts or the money to do so.
inside his mistress's panties ?
THOMAS
Why ? Why all this
THOMAS
Yeah, disappear into her pussy as
misunderstanding?
a bloody Tampax.
PHILIP
They get bored, too much
PHILIP
What a dirty by. Bad education.
repetition, clichés, they're
ANDREW
Awful, swimming in menstruations.
jealous. One has more needs
PHILIP
This guy must be real sick.
and the other less desires. Another
THOMAS
It's all about the womb. The
has money or not enough, yet
eternal cut between mother and

child. Kings and beggars feel the
same cut.
PHILIP Is there a solution ?
THOMAS
ANDREW
How could we ? No flesh, no sex.
I mean no ordinary sex, we’ll
graciously stick to mind-sex.
ANDREW
At the end humans will disappear as
THOMAS
My mind is too corrupted for mind
if they were Tampaxes, thrown in
sex.
the toilet. Swirling round the top
ANDREW
Now you're talking.
at first, until they are totally
THOMAS
Was it you who stole some plastic
dismantled, and finally flushed
dicks ?
away by the water, carrying their
ANDREW You have a dick for me ?
suicidal loneliness away.
THOMAS
Now I remember. I’ve heard brother
THOMAS
I like that. Even monarchs finally
Judas has stolen plastic dicks. May
get grossed out.
be true or false, I don’t know.
ANDREW
Dust to dust.
ANDREW
Maybe it was our porn-publisher
PHILIP
From VIP to RIP.
who did it !
ANDREW
All cryptical boredom.
THOMAS Don’t ask me !
THOMAS
I think we are boring too.
ANDREW
A porn-publisher must be capable
ANDREW
Could be. Maybe because we have no
of wild actions.
sex.
THOMAS Why does he write himself ?

ANDREW
He maybe writes about death in
order to renew life.
on his own now.
ANDREW Do you think he likes us ?
PHILIP
He must be a medium.
THOMAS
No doubt about that. Can't you feel
THOMAS
Anyway, he has published so many
it ?
porno books. They locked him up
ANDREW
I think he loves himself.
for it and they’ll put him in jail
THOMAS
That's normal. Who else can you
again. You’ll see.
trust if you don't believe in
PHILIP
That's pure gossip. About famous
yourself ?
people you can always read lots of
ANDREW
I didn't mention believing, I spoke
nonsense and lies in tabloids.
about love. I said he loves
THOMAS
They say he's very intimate with
himself.
Keith Richards.
THOMAS
I love myself too. Very much so.
PHILIP
Must be because he loves exotic
ANDREW
We know that. We know your
women. He was in Porto Fino with
selfishness.
Mick Jagger last summer.
THOMAS
You have to be selfish to
THOMAS
Then he really must have lots of
understand yourself and sexuality.
problems.
PHILIP
Please brother, give me a break.
PHILIP
That's why he is hanging around
Please turn around and fall asleep

until your next sex session, then
the time and get more and more
I'll find you some strippers.
confused.
ANDREW
I hate strippers. It's just for the
ANDREW
You're right brother. It has become
money.
such a major item. Everybody gets
THOMAS
Real qualified strippers are very
complexed by watching perfect
rare, brother.
looking actors demonstrating
ANDREW
I know, but they'll strip you of
perfect looking sex.
your money anyway.
PHILIP
So the imperfect souls feel
PHILIP
Shut up. Let's stick to mind-sex.
more and more lousy day by day.
THOMAS
After all, what's so great about
THOMAS
Yeah. So what do they do now ? They
sex ? Everybody has sex these
watch copulating all night long on
days. Why all that publicity about
their VCR, because they're afraid
it ? It's big business now. It's on
to do it themselves. They just
television, in the movies, in the
can't perform at that Hollywood
streets for free consumption. They
level. They know it’s impossible.
can’t even sell a pair of shoes
ANDREW
They are tired of it, they prefer
without showing a naked girl.
watching it. It's less demanding.
PHILIP
People absorb these exotic lies all
It's easier that way, and aids-free

at the same time. Not too bad.
rabbits.
THOMAS
People like to peep at one another.
THOMAS
Stop it. You are making me sick.
It’s a good formula for them.
You're so romantically boring. I
Aren't we on the peep-show-planet ?
need some action, now. Hard core.
PHILIP
The times of real love and
Real wet sucking and fucking. The
sensuality won't return. Do you
wild stuff. Kinky.
remember Romeo & Juliet ? Casanova,
PHILIP What's happening ? Throw him out !
Don Juan, Beardsley, Oscar Wilde,
ANDREW
You don't even know what it is
George Sand and Chopin ? Anaïs Nin,
like. I hate you for that
Henri Miller and Bonnie & Clyde ?
vulgarity. You are insane.
ANDREW
They were boring too.
THOMAS
What do you mean. I was made from
PHILIP
They had class. They were
flesh and blood once too, don’t you
inventive.
remember ? It’s my choice to feel
ANDREW
Very true. They didn't just suck or
lecherous.
lick and fuck like monkeys. Excuse
ANDREW
No comment. I don't want to talk
my demonstrative language ! They
about that post-Nazarethical period
knew how to charm, to caress, how
anymore.
to love without pumping like mad
PHILIP
I still miss it, sometimes.

ANDREW
After all, without sex we wouldn't
pay all their lives.
be enjoying this beautiful garden,
ANDREW
They have mistresses. They cheat,
this peaceful spot.
those hypocrites.
PHILIP
Wrong brother. Our host did it all
THOMAS
Nothing is free. They have to pay,
on purpose. He financed us. It adds
even for the water they drink.
to his being important.
ANDREW
Find me an angel without annoying
THOMAS
Women like eccentric men. It
wings.
attracts them.
PHILIP
Some girls are like angels, as long
ANDREW
It must tickle their pussy.
as they are self-supporting, as
PHILIP
What attracts them is power,
long as there's no deal. Then they
wealth, money, jewels.
change.
ANDREW
No pay, no lay.
ANDREW
No contract.
PHILIP
Sounds realistic. Real men are
PHILIP
No insurance.
powerful in many ways. If they have
THOMAS
No money, no pussy. No pussy, no
money, they pay.
sex, no bed, no bathroom, no house,
ANDREW
I would never pay for love.
no car, no work, no marriage, no
THOMAS
You’d pay for a lay and for love if
life, no fuck.
you were human. These married guys
PHILIP
Their lives would be so much

easier, if it wouldn't be for that
pussy.
THOMAS
PHILIP
Maybe I am.
That's enough. Could you both
ANDREW
Life would be easy, if it weren’t
please shut up for a while ? I need
for these pussies and dicks.
a dream again. And find myself
PHILIP
Wrong ! There would be no life.
again. I feel filthy now.
ANDREW
We ‘d better invent some other
ANDREW
Take a shower.
birth-regulating system.
THOMAS
Now listen to me, brother. You have
PHILIP
Women would never accept it.
to accept the fact that it's all
THOMAS
Women know men have to return to
part of nature, even if nature's a
their origins. Back to the womb.
mistake. It's all about sex. Even
PHILIP
It's fatal attraction.
when you're dreaming, sex is on
THOMAS
There's no way around it. Nature is
your mind. Just admit it.
a big mistake. Men will always be
PHILIP
It's the umbilical cord we miss.
sucked into this overheated volcano
Men feel lost in the open world.
and get burned to death.
They want to be carried by their
ANDREW
Men are like butterflies.
mothers all their lives. Women
PHILIP
You talk as if you were a whore,
don't have this problem, they give
brother.
birth.

THOMAS
That's why men keep being attracted
back my point of view.
to get back into the birth-café.
ANDREW
Yeah brother. It's becoming clear
PHILIP
Right on. But men don't always
to me. Now I understand why
realise it. They forgot about their
cosmonauts have to be attached to
unique and warm nine months
that magical cord while working in
journey.
space.
THOMAS
They prefer believing women are
PHILIP
Great. What a clever comparison.
interested in them.
The NASA has the know-how.
ANDREW
They are. They are interested in
ANDREW
Right. Men are like cosmonauts.
the paradox.
Once you cut the baby’s magical
PHILIP
They are interested in security.
cord, they are lost forever.
ANDREW
Everybody needs some safety.
PHILIP
Let's be happy we're ghosts, and
THOMAS
Feminists would kill you if they
stick to it. I don't want to talk
could hear you.
about this bloody womb anymore.
ANDREW
Feminists are looking for safety
It disturbs my dreams.
too.
THOMAS
Wet dreams, I hope.
PHILIP
Doesn't matter. Insurance
PHILIP
You're so perverted.
companies, lawyers and bankers will
ANDREW
Take it easy.

THOMAS
ANDREW
THOMAS
ANDREW
THOMAS
I'm so excited I want to
masturbate.
Don't exaggerate.
Can't help it, my mind is in a
state of ultimate sex. I’m
exploring my inner explosion.
This way Allbirth will never show
up. Stop thinking about sex,
brother. Not this time.
ANDREW Are you drunk ?
THOMAS
ANDREW
THOMAS
PHILIP
Time, what a wonderful invention.
Must be the exotic influence of our
beautiful garden.
Green and blue energy, oxygen,
fluorite, stardust and light.
I wonder. Couldn’t we suggest it's
the smell of pizza or burgers ?
I need no fast-food.
THOMAS
ANDREW
PHILIP
THOMAS
PHILIP
THOMAS
PHILIP
ANDREW
THOMAS
ANDREW
THOMAS
PHILIP
Good boy.
Let's be quiet. I'm getting
tired. I need another rest.
Art is the real penetration.
Okay. Love you.
Don't make a fool of yourself. Art
penetrates the heart of all matter.
Love you, you turn me on ... Kiss
you ... Love you, you really turn
me on !
No comment.
Don’t answer.
There are no answers, only
questions.
Don’t answer him.
I hate you for that. You are a
liar.
A lie is something that doesn’t

THOMAS
ANDREW
THOMAS
exist.
But when it hurts you it feels bad.
You impress me.
I know.
ACT SEVEN
MATTHEUS I cherish this spot. We're in
paradise. It’s a dreamland plus
stars and planets in uncountable
number.
BARTOLOMEUS Do you brothers believe in hell ?
MATTHEUS What kind of hypocrite are you ?
How dare you, giving me such a
vicious reply. Behave yourself.
BARTOLOMEUS Do you believe in hell ? It's a
serious question, isn't it ?
MATTHEUS
You're awful. You're definitely an
outlaw. Are police looking for you?
BARTOLOMEUS You still haven't answered my
question. No Police and no Sting is
looking for me !

JAMES
Okay, I'll answer it. I do believe
JAMES
Absolutely. That's how it works.
in hell. Are you happy now ?
The eternal rule of contrasts. They
BARTOLOMEUS Well, what can I say ? I'm always
happy.
export hell everywhere.
BARTOLOMEUS Haven't I just said so? You
JAMES
Do you know why I do believe in
hell ? Hell is about having a bad
conscience. Haven’t you ?
brothers just wouldn't listen to
me. You looked so angry, because I
was hammering your delicate non
BARTOLOMEUS It dwells around us, all the time.
It's on our mind. Everybody feels
like hell sometimes. Sorrow,
distress, culpability, the pain of
having hurt someone in a shameful
way.
JAMES
visible ears, demanding attention
for my sensitive question about
hell !
Okay, that’s enough. Listen to me.
I wonder... Can reality exist in
heaven ?
MATTHEUS
You're right. I've just said I was
in paradise. If heaven exists on
an earthly basis, why shouldn't
hell ? Why shouldn't hell exist on
earth ?
BARTOLOMEUS Sure, as long as heaven is on
earth, hell will be and so will
reality. It’s an earthly matter as
if they were married like man and
woman.

JAMES
It’s a profitable export-import
MATTHEUS
You need help brother. Look at this
business, sky-high !
inspiring space around you. Try to
BARTOLOMEUS Do I have to be honest ?
feel the same inside you, look for
JAMES
That's the least I can expect from
you, wouldn't you say ?
your real self. It's all there,
somewhere. Let your stress and
BARTOLOMEUS The heaven-on-earth-story is none
of our business.
tension flow away. Let go off the
bad feelings.
MATTHEUS
You are a real sinner.
JAMES
I don't feel bad, I'm okay.
JAMES Aren't we all ?
MATTHEUS
Self-destruction. First let go off
MATTHEUS
JAMES
MATTHEUS
I would like to punch you in the
face for that.
Lucky me, having no face.
Do you think so ? Your real face is
your inner face, that’s where I can
your sinful thoughts, enjoy your
emptiness. Then explore and develop
your full potentials.
BARTOLOMEUS If only our Allbirth were around
now. He could be of great help.
really hurt you.
JAMES
If he could be of any help he would
JAMES
Lucky me, having such a special
face. No weeping, crying, smiling,
pretending.
be here. He'd be inside you.
BARTOLOMEUS Remember, I have been chosen by
Allbirth too, made by him even.

JAMES
We're all the same, basically.
I think he was inspired by space,
BARTOLOMEUS Remarkable. Can’t believe it.
Astonishing !
not by us.
BARTOLOMEUS Allbirth evoked the truth in us,
made art of us. He showed us
creation and the meaning of it. He
JAMES
Think about it brother. The
distance from this small planet
Earth to the most remote quasar is
at least 8 billion light-years.
JAMES
made us creative.
Think about the differences in our
BARTOLOMEUS Fabulous. Unbelievable. It’s
far too much for my enlighted mind.
mutual thoughts. Think about the
distances in the cosmos. You know,
I’ve read that the distance from
MATTHEUS
There is no beginning, there is no
end, all while we keep suffering
without understanding.
the sun to the centre of the Milky
Way is about 30,000 light-years.
BARTOLOMEUS Time never goes by, only earthly
people go by.
BARTOLOMEUS Light years ?
MATTHEUS
Allbirth really did a great job,
JAMES
Yes, one light-year represents the
electing us, for a minute in time.
distance the light travels in 365
earthly days. It's a sixteen digit
number in kilometres. Sixteen !
JAMES
It's easy to understand that these
earthly people have problems,
become alcoholic or drug addicts.

BARTOLOMEUS They are addicted to death.
JAMES
Don’t get angry ! I like our
MATTHEUS
I remember now, I once saw a movie
in which Humphrey Bogart said :
"...the world is three drinks
behind. If everybody would
take three drinks we would have no
identity. Kansay or Yamamoto
couldn't do better. We look
different.
BARTOLOMEUS We are different. We sound
different, we look different.
more trouble..."
BARTOLOMEUS Another huge Hollywood mistake.
Bogart passed away a long time ago.
He died from cancer. Too many
cigarettes, too much booze. Too
much weakness.
MATTHEUS
JAMES
MATTHEUS
I like our clothing. It's fashion
at an eternal level. It's classic
and extravagant at the same time.
Punk clothes by Vivienne Westwood
also would match us.
Strange we weren't copied by her.
JAMES
It's a great feeling to be aware of
the hidden truth system. The
Allbirth trick fashions our
developed life-forms.
I'm surprised the world of fashion
hasn't yet copied us.
BARTOLOMEUS It would be too expensive. Nobody
could afford such unique creations.
BARTOLOMEUS A trick ? It's not a trick ! It's
art at its highest level.
MATTHEUS
JAMES
NASA wouldn't allow it.
Kings, queens, mafiosi, they could

afford it.
BARTOLOMEUS That's true, but then it would be
too heavy or too unpractical to
wear. They don't have the ghost
energy to perform in it.
species. They don't know where
they come from and they have no
clue where they're going to.
JAMES What do they think we are ?
BARTOLOMEUS They think we're weird and
MATTHEUS
Unpractical. Imagine yuppies on
Wall Street in ghostly space-suits.
JAMES Art ?
dangerous.
That
would be fun.
MATTHEUS Aren't we weird art ?
BARTOLOMEUS Yuppies are extravagant, too.
BARTOLOMEUS We antagonize. That's for sure.
MATTHEUS
They have human bodies. Too much
JAMES
Let them be, I think humans are the
gravity and too little flexibility.
poorest creatures on earth. A
BARTOLOMEUS It wouldn't fit their image. They
don't want to look like ghosts or
cosmonauts anyway.
mistake of nature, but there’s no
better kind yet available.
BARTOLOMEUS If Allbirth could hear you now ...
MATTHEUS
That's true. We don’t appeal to
JAMES
So what ? He's art.
them. They think we are dangerous,
reincarnations of drifting souls.
BARTOLOMEUS Nobody drifts more than the earthly
BARTOLOMEUS I thought I heard you say that
humanity is a mistake made by
nature.

JAMES
Yes. Made in Japan. Made in Hong
MATTHEUS
You're driving me crazy.
Kong. Made in Taiwan. Made in
Korea. Made in China. The East will
put everything on fire.
BARTOLOMEUS Stop making fun of the poor ! How
dare you ?
BARTOLOMEUS I have to say my prayers now :”The
father of all art and truth is
perfect and motivates my behaviour.
My prayers will be sounds of his
knowing. Allbirth is perfect, and
JAMES
The poor will be rich, some day.
so is my life in his hands. I was
BARTOLOMEUS The rabbits will be rich.
created out of his hands and mind.
JAMES
Let's drop it, okay ? It’s all
about copies and replicas.
That mind which is present in every
aspect of my space.”
BARTOLOMEUS Okay, brother. But don't start
again. Imagine Allbirth could have
MATTHEUS
Great. You remind me of Chicago
in the roaring twenties. Al Capone.
JAMES
heard you.
Of course he heard me. He's
BARTOLOMEUS Don't you dare make me angry
again.
everywhere, remember. I'm
JAMES
Take it easy, brother.
convinced he wouldn't be offended
BARTOLOMEUS Leave me alone.
by it. He's intelligent enough,
he’s smart, he's a joker himself.
JAMES
MATTHEUS
No problem.
Excellent. I'm dreaming. Sleeping

in clouds and whispering to the
avant-garde. Jackson Pollock, Sam
Francis, John Cage, Jorn, Bertrand
JAMES
MATTHEUS
stones at us again ?
Too complicated for you.
I'm switching level. Ssst.
Russell, Alechinsky, Al Jolson,
John Coltrane, Carl Lewis, Fontana,
Baudelaire, Mies Van der Rohe,
Rimbaud, Enzo Ferrari, Björn
JAMES And I've shut my door. Apartheid !
BARTOLOMEUS I can't think of anything more
convenient. Let’s build the Berlin
wall again.
Borg, Kandinsky, Gertrude Stein and
MATTHEUS
Ssst.
Einstein of course, you name it,
they're all here in our minds. Even
BARTOLOMEUS It's dark in our Master's office.
He'll be asleep too.
Samuel Beckett is here.
BARTOLOMEUS Did you hear that, brother ? What
kind of nonsense is he talking
JAMES
Not necessarily. A real artist can
write in a dark room with the light
inside his mind.
MATTHEUS
about ? If I didn't know him
better, I would swear he's stoned.
Aren't we all ? Aren't ghosts
BARTOLOMEUS What did you say about darkness
JAMES Me ?
and lightness ?
always stoned ?
MATTHEUS
Ssst.
BARTOLOMEUS Stoned by what ? Did somebody throw
BARTOLOMEUS Or lightness and heaviness ?

MATTHEUS
JAMES
Ssst.
Lightness represents forgotten
ACT EIGHT
heaviness.
SIMON
After all, aren’t we the mediums of
MATTHEUS
Ssst.
Allbirth's invention ?
BARTOLOMEUS Let’s sleep with The Doors wide
open, with Jim Morisson at Père
Lachaise tonight.
JUDAS
THADDEUS
SIMON
Only the representation.
I would say the sorcerer’s image.
I understand from the way you put
MATTHEUS
I’m already in flight... Ssst.
it, you're minimalizing us. I think
it's impossible to minimalize a
work of art.
THADDEUS
That’s what I say, his creation is
overwhelming, though we feel his
limitations in our behaviour.
SIMON
Are you talking about us ? About us
as ghosts or simply as men ... or
women ?
JUDAS
A man has a future. A woman only

THADDEUS
has a past. A ghost has nothing.
I don't understand you. You can
dream about everything, suggest
whisky, buy me a cheap woman in
the Republic of China and have sex
every day.
anything, conceive what you believe
in, you can even ramble through the
universe. What else do you need ?
SIMON
You can have it all, right here,
brother. It's all in your mind.
Remember ? Aren't you aware of your
JUDAS
It's all too much for me. I've been
unlimited possibilities anymore ?
longing for the simple human
condition since a long time. I
want to have a hamburger and a
beer.
THADDEUS
SIMON
JUDAS
Catch it, it roams around you.
Be smart.
I don't understand you. Both of you
must be going crazy. There’s
THADDEUS
SIMON
Call an ambulance. This is an
emergency.
You're sick, brother. This isn’t
nothing human left of both
of you. You seem to be
brainwashed by Allbirth.
the first time I have to say this.
SIMON
You're the one going out of his
JUDAS
Maybe I want to be sick again. Eat
chicken, roasted duck, oysters,
mind. You just think in poor blood
energy. Your DNA is melting away.
caviar, drink beer, wine and
THADDEUS
You're really shifted.

JUDAS
Nonsense. Give me a break, will
THADDEUS
He must eat.
you ? We have no body, no
JUDAS
So he’s not what you pretend he is.
appearance. Nothing is left of us.
He’s human !
Not even a dick.
THADDEUS
That’s damned right. Yes, indeed.
SIMON
We have everything.
Businessmen do eat. They eat
THADDEUS
Nowadays a dick spells aids.
each other.
SIMON
The dirtiest four letter word
SIMON
You're hopeless, brother.
JUDAS
THADDEUS
SIMON
around.
I can't. I can't eat, can't drink,
can't...fuck.
Be happy about it.
Don't be so stupid, so vulgar. The
JUDAS You know what's sick around here ?
It's your crazy imagination,
brothers.
Come on, tell me. Can you really
fuck ? Tell me.
only four letter word you may
SIMON
Sure I can copulate. Heart is art.
pronounce is love.
THADDEUS
He's helpless. Let go.
THADDEUS
Allbirth is listening.
JUDAS
Where do art and heart fit in all
JUDAS
I can't believe that either. He’s a
of this ?
businessman, he sells his ghosts
SIMON
Everywhere. But you're a misfit. I
for money, remember ?
hate to say this. I don't want to

THADDEUS
offend Allbirth. After all you're
his creation too.
Allbirth must have created you this
But yes indeed we do.
We need your bad behaviour
to make us look clean and perfect.
way on purpose. One misfit out of
thirteen, seems logic. Just to
emphasize danger.
JUDAS
SIMON
I'll hate you both for this.
Sure, you can hate us, but in the
end you'll get what you deserve.
SIMON
Absolutely. That sounds good.
One destructive ghost out of
thirteen, we can handle that.
That’s art. Like Absolut vodka.
The magic from your creation is
crumbling. You will turn totally
human again. Just be patient.
You'll get your whores and
JUDAS Why is art so important to you ?
THADDEUS What else can we believe in ?
copulating sessions, just like in
the Holy Land before. Only this
SIMON
THADDEUS
We are art, remember ? I really
don't understand what has happened
to you.
You must be ignorant-organic
to openly deny our superiority,
created on purpose.
time you won't resist time. Soon
you'll be eating, drinking and
copulating as much as you want, and
you'll die because of your
perverted human desires.
JUDAS Die ?

THADDEUS
Your earthly flesh will rot and die
Everything is part of him.
out of pure misery.
JUDAS What am I doing here ?
SIMON
Try to remember what we stand
for. We all are part of the magic
THADDEUS
I wonder.
system.
JUDAS
As soon as I see Allbirth I will
THADDEUS
The universal system.
complain.
JUDAS My reality system suffers ?
THADDEUS
You hear this ? He'll complain.
THADDEUS
You represent the human part, the
Complain to his creator.
weakness, the eating, drinking and
SIMON
It's what he has always wanted
what you vulgarly call the fucking
anyway.
part. You're the misfit. Remember ?
THADDEUS
You won’t fool Allbirth. He made
JUDAS
You're just jealous.
you on purpose, that evil way.
THADDEUS You know what you really are.
JUDAS
I'll remind Allbirth he's
JUDAS
My pact with the devil makes me
responsible for everything.
immortal.
THADDEUS
Sure. Allbirth is responsible, and
THADDEUS
You’re blasphemic.
so are we. In fact we are Allbirth.
SIMON
Let him be. Let him burn. We
JUDAS You mean I'm part of Allbirth ?
can't help him anymore.
THADDEUS
Of course you are.
JUDAS
Good idea. Shut your mouth.

THADDEUS
I have no mouth. You do.
SIMON
Think about it while you sleep.
SIMON
Stop it. It makes no sense.
THADDEUS
Never say amen.
THADDEUS
It's raining. Let's listen to the
SIMON
He's fallen asleep. Let's relax
raindrops. Look how bright our
too.
outfits look now.
THADDEUS
Yeah, we need that too.
JUDAS
I'm getting cold. I want an
SIMON
Let's sleep and travel amidst the
umbrella. Where can I find an
rainy stars and find adequate
umbrella ? A fur coat ?
regeneration of energy.
SIMON
Don't pay any attention to him.
JUDAS
You’re wrong ! I’m not sleeping, I
He's lost his mind. All dreams have
have no peace, but I have my dreams
left him. Allbirth will destroy
... wet dreams.
him.
THADDEUS
We’ll buy you a mink coat, a fake
THADDEUS
That's impossible. Allbirth is a
one of course ...
creator.
SIMON
Don’t answer him ! Beware of his
SIMON
Creator and destroyer. There's no
booby traps ... beware ...
other way. It's in the system of
nature. Look at us ! He and we !
THADDEUS
You impress me.

ACT NINE
JOHANNES Allbirth is a magician.
PETER Perfect way to wake me up .
JAMES What am I hearing without ears ?
JOHANNES You heard me. It's the best
thing I've ever said.
JAMES Don't be so modest. You've said and
done wonderful things before.
PETER After all, Allbirth is not a
magician, he's simply art.
JAMES I still can't believe my ears. Well
well well. Allbirth is a magician !
Did you see him walk on the sea ?
JOHANNES Why not ? You're a ghost, a spirit
or a magician too, what’s the
difference ? We're all ghosts. So
JAMES
JOHANNES
PETER
JOHANNES
why not magicians ? Does it really
matter ? We can be anything we
want. Why can’t Allbirth ?
Maybe.
There's no other way than maybe.
That's the way it is. Maybe means
yes.
Now I understand what you mean.
Listen to this. Suppose Allbirth
were a geisha, then we would have
been made by a geisha. Made in
Japan, made in China, made in
Taiwan or Artwerp does it really
matter ?
Seems space-logical to me. Who else
could get a grip on the universal
system, but a ghost. Only a ghost
would be able to create another

ghost, or whatever he wants. That
PETER
I don't remember.
makes sense, doesn't it ?
JAMES When was that ?
PETER
There's nothing space-logical about
JOHANNES
Unbelievable. You both have
it. We are a mystery, the
forgotten ! You have forgotten the
unresolved mystery.
most important day in our life !
JAMES
I like that. Being a mystery.
JAMES
I don't understand. What are you
PETER So do I.
talking about ?
JOHANNES
Won't that do, brothers?
PETER
That was 2,000 years ago. That's a
All thirteen of us remaining a
hell of a time, even for a ghost or
mystery to the human world ? A
a magician.
mystery in itself is a ghost-form
JOHANNES
Being a ghost has nothing to do
too ! A mystery is equal to magic.
with it. You were an apostle at the
PETER Why then, isn't he here with us ?
time.
JOHANNES
That's not relevant right now. But
PETER
I haven't changed. I'm still an
anyway, use your brains. Have
apostle.
you forgotten our very last supper
JOHANNES
No brother, you're a ghost...Yes
together ? Our secret codes and
brother, you’re an apostle.
formulas ?
PETER
If I were an apostle once, and

am a ghost or a geisha today, it
seems logical to have forgotten
about it.
PETER
JOHANNES
Could I be all that ? Can I
understand all that ?
It was just a way of putting things
JOHANNES
To remember is part of our superior
life-style.
together.
PETER Like Beavis and Butt-Head ?
PETER
After all, let’s admit it. It’s a
JOHANNES
You have no reason to return to
lonely life.
your desert life, to figs, dates,
JOHANNES
Think about it. Your mind keeps you
camels and corruption.
company.
PETER And why not ?
PETER
You're telling me my mind is still
JOHANNES
You can't. You're an actor on a
the same ? Will not betray me ?
higher level now.
JOHANNES
Artists don’t give you a written
PETER
I want an Oscar.
guarantee.
JOHANNES
I'm afraid it's more complicated
PETER How come ?
than that. It’s much more
JOHANNES
All the questions you may have, you
can answer them yourself. Be
complicated than my famous sauce à
l’estragon.
truthful to yourself, even if
you were a liar or a bird.
PETER
No, you said I could change for
whatever I want. A liar, a bird, a

JOHANNES
gorilla, a bottle of ketchup,
whatever ...
Okay. Take it easy. Let me explain
it to you. You have been chosen by
Allbirth to be a ghost, to be art.
tennis-star, that’s different. You
are one of only thirteen, a very
limited edition. Be happy.
Remember, sometimes we even can
pretend you to be Boy, remember ?
As a ghost you can be everything.
PETER
World-famous ? What are you trying
Do you understand the subtle
to tell me ? Nobody knows me. Yes
difference ?
indeed, I’m just a boy, or Boy.
PETER
I think I would like to be a
JOHANNES
The whole world knows you, Peter.
tennis-star. Yes, that's what I
The whole world knows us, you, the
want to be. I want to win
other apostles, all of us in this
Wimbledon.
star-gazing paradise.
JOHANNES
Sorry, brother. You might be a
JAMES
We're the principal characters of
tennis-star, but your creator
the world's most popular best
decided differently. You are a star
seller ever. We are read in 324
amongst the starts for sure, but
countries.
not a tennis-star. You are a world-
PETER
You 've told me we were no
famous ghost. Who might act as a
longer apostles.

JOHANNES
Okay. I give up. It seems too
JOHANNES Damned ! Don’t become rhetorical !
strange for you.
PETER
Do you know what the Gaza strip
PETER
Sorry brother. If you give up then
means ?
you’re in trouble.
JAMES
No.
JOHANNES
Be reasonable. Ghosts can't be in
JOHANNES
Jesus Christ ! Sorry, I didn't mean
trouble.
to be rude. Damned ! What am I
JAMES
A ghost is a troublesome idea.
doing here ? You're driving me
JOHANNES
Maybe I'm wrong. It's not that
crazy. Forget that foolish
simple. You are making me say
religious war.
foolish things.
PETER
Now you're talking.
PETER
See what I mean. I knew you didn't
JOHANNES What did I say ?
know what you were talking about.
PETER
You said you were crazy.
JOHANNES
It's really not that simple.
JOHANNES
I don't know what I'm saying
I have to think again.
anymore. Yes, I am crazy !
PETER Let’s dance the tango ?
PETER
You still haven't told us who this
JOHANNES
Okay, I’ll dance with Sabatini in
Buenos Aires.
man is.
JOHANNES Man ? Which man ?
PETER Did we fight the terrorists ?
PETER
This character. What’s his name

JOHANNES
again ? God, or Godot ? Who is he ?
This is pure mind-crime. Why do you
attack me all of the time ?
where I heard this before.
JOHANNES But you don't know who he is ?
JAMES No, not really. Godot ? ...or God ?
PETER
Remember, you’re wrong again. You
JOHANNES
Jesus Christ ! Excuse me. Oh ! Dear
know we can’t kill you.
Godot excuse me. These gods
JAMES
I think your mind has lost its
are making me raving mad. Kill me !
mind. These things do happen.
I can't do it myself. Kill me !
JOHANNES
Get reasonable. Behave.
Shoot me ! Please ! Please ?! Shoot
PETER Why should we ?
me !
JAMES
Good question. Why should we ? For
JAMES
You can't be killed. You know
God's or Godot’s sake.
better, remember ?
JOHANNES
What did you say ? For God's
JOHANNES
Yes, I remember... I remember
sake ? You told me you didn't
now... I remember his name...
know him or Godot for that matter.
his earthly name, as an artist. He
JAMES Everybody says that. “Oh, my God !”
It's just a way of talking. It's a
familiar expression, like “Waiting
made us on behalf of our host, the
publisher. That’s it.
JAMES Are you sure ?
for Godot.” I can’t even remember
JOHANNES
Of course I am.

JAMES What’s his name ?
PETER Money ?
JOHANNES
I can’t remember.
JAMES
Or maybe sex.
PETER
Why did this, euh..., this, what's
JOHANNES
You're really stupid. I think they
his name again ?
both are obviously attracted to
JOHANNES
Albert...
archetypes. That must be the
JAMES Allbirth ?
reason why. I don’t know otherwise.
JOHANNES
Allbirth or Albert...
PETER
And what's an archetype ? I hope
JAMES
Allbirth ? Albert ? Sounds
it’s some kind of pretty woman.
familiar.
JOHANNES
You tell him.
JOHANNES
It’s the same, but written in a
different way.
JAMES Cleopatra ? Jacqueline Kennedy ?
Van Gogh ? I don’t know.
JAMES Why ?
PETER Kiki de Montparnasse ? Mata-Hari ?
JOHANNES
Albert is his first name.
JOHANNES
Listen. I think an archetype is
Allbirth is the way our publisher
some kind of god or Godot.
spells it.
PETER Brrr. Are you sure ?
PETER
Why does the publisher write about
JAMES
I like vodka and caviar, it’s
him ? About us ?
strong and sensual.
JAMES
Money.
JOHANNES
What do you know about vodka and

caviar ? What has that got to do
with archetypes ?
JOHANNES
Take five, take ten, fifteen,
whatever. God or Godot can wait.
JAMES
Vodka and caviar are very strong
archetypes to me. They are familiar
I want an Eva !
PETER So do I ?
to Rasputin, Trotski, Rudolf
JAMES
Let’s build an orgy.
Nurejev, they are important to me.
PETER
Godot, God or Eva Perron, well,
Even after two thousand years, I
well. Eva Braun, Eva Gardner. We
can still taste and smell vodka and
want our Eve in paradise.
caviar if I concentrate myself.
JAMES
Bad feeling.
PETER
Then I’ll dine at the New York Four
PETER
Bad is best.
Seasons with Eva Perron.
JAMES
Best is bad.
JOHANNES
Yeah. Now you're talking. I love
PETER
I'm dreaming of a white X-mas.
her. Eva Perron, I'm crazy about
JAMES White, white ...
her. Eva Braun would be okay too.
PETER
I know a gallery, what’s the name
It’s all about Eve.
again...?
JAMES
That's what I always said.
JAMES
White, white, I said.
PETER
I need a rest. Find me a Playboy
PETER
I know. Yes. I’ve got it. It’s
magazine.
called the White Wide Space

Gallery.
JAMES Space in a gallery ?
PETER Why not ? Any objections ?
ANDREW
PHILIP
THOMAS
PHILIP
ANDREW
PHILIP
ANDREW
ACT TEN
It rains a lot here, I’m happy
about it. I like rain. It's
so refreshing.
Yes, rain modifies everything.
Every leaf looks varnished. Life
looks so brilliant, so clean then.
Anyway, it's just another illusion.
So are we.
What I notice right now, is not an
illusion. I can feel, smell and see
the rain.
You've been conditioned, brother.
Sometimes we think, feel, smell as
if we were two thousand years old.
Anyway, I’m not brainwashed by

television or newspapers, if that’s
what you mean.
him dirty tricks.
THOMAS Dirty tricks ?
PHILIP
I heard you think differently
PHILIP
Don't get excited again. It’s no
before.
fun anymore.
ANDREW
Could be. I'm getting old, or
ANDREW
If my mind is playing tricks on me,
stupid, or both.
then tell me, what or who can I
PHILIP We are stupid !
trust ?
ANDREW
Maybe that's why I love this rain
PHILIP
That's what I'm getting at. It
so much. It refreshes me. It
could all be an illusion. Even our
feels so cool on my skin. The rain
mind, conditioned in a virtual
must be different here, with
garden must feel that way.
lots of acid in its composition.
THOMAS
Exactly. Our mind no longer
PHILIP
Do I have to listen to this
belongs to us. Must be Frankenstein
nonsense ? Did I hear correctly ?
sneaking around here.
It feels nice on his skin. He
doesn't even have a skin.
PHILIP Why not Dracula or Dorian Gray ?
THOMAS Or Werner von Braun or Playboy ?
THOMAS
Our brother needs help.
PHILIP
Please, leave Hugh Heffner’s
PHILIP
Yes. Right on. His mind is playing
cellulite bunnies in cheap baby-

dolls out of this claustrophobial
talk!
ANDREW
It's all my fault. I started this
stupid conversation. Praising
THOMAS
Sunlight will cheer you up.
acid-free rain.
PHILIP
We're conditioned by genes,
THOMAS
We’d better praise Allbirth.
vitamins, winners and losers, CNN,
PHILIP
Rain has always been a problem, and
CIA, FBI, NASA you name it...
leave Allbirth out of this, you
THOMAS
You scare me. After all, nothing
fool.
and nobody can be trusted. I can't
THOMAS
Allbirth can't hear you, lucky
even trust myself.
you.
ANDREW
Right you are.
PHILIP
I'm sorry, I'm a sinner in the
PHILIP
Let’s make a bomb. It’s so easy.
rain.
I’ll buy us a DIY book about bombs
THOMAS
You're progressing, I like that.
and about how to throw them.
Think about dancing in the rain.
THOMAS
First Allbirth must agree.
PHILIP
Kafka couldn't stand the rain in
PHILIP What can I do ? What can you do ?
What's our choice ? Do we have a
choice ? Has Allbirth still a
Prague. Picasso, Dali, Matisse,
Gauguin nor Van Gogh liked rain.
ANDREW How can one avoid rain ?
choice ?
PHILIP
Buy an umbrella.

ANDREW
I don't know these names. Never
ANDREW
Maybe, but you haven't answered it.
heard of them. Friends of yours ?
PHILIP
Right.
PHILIP
It doesn't matter. The only one
ANDREW
Why not.
that is of real importance to us
PHILIP
It's too complicated, but, anyway,
remains Allbirth. Remember ?
... well, I think, after many years
ANDREW What's wrong with you ?
of reflection, the best way to put
PHILIP
What do you know about contemporary
it, is to say :”Art is Heart”.
art ?
ANDREW
Oh, I understand. You don't know it
ANDREW
PHILIP
ANDREW
Who are these guys ? Are they
artists ?
Something like that.
What's an artist ? Give me a
yourself. You talk about it, but
you don't know what it means. You
don't know what you're talking
about.
definition.
PHILIP
I know what an artist is.
PHILIP
An artist, well. An artist is
ANDREW
I asked you about art.
someone..., is someone...who makes
PHILIP
Well, let me put it this way, maybe
art, of course.
art is what saccharine is to sugar.
ANDREW And what is art ?
ANDREW What ?
PHILIP
Stupid question.
THOMAS
Call an ambulance, hurry. He's

getting dangerous.
ANDREW
Marcel Duchamp is an artist. He put
ANDREW
Intensive care.
a piss-pot in the museum of
PHILIP You're both monkeys. Choose !
Gorilla or chimpanzee ?
ANDREW Art talk again ?
PHILIP
ANDREW
Philadelphia.
Enzo Ferrari is an artist.
We're not racing in Formula Uno,
PHILIP
I just wanted to make a
are we ?
comparison.
THOMAS
I thought we were much faster.
THOMAS
About sugar ? You make me laugh.
Much faster than any race-car.
PHILIP
I just wanted to say that art is a
PHILIP
You see. It's not that simple.
substitute for faith, for having no
ANDREW
If only I had a head.
faith.
PHILIP
You're getting close. We're getting
THOMAS
You mean, if you have no faith, you
somewhere.
should eat sugar.
ANDREW
How can I be a ghost and a
ANDREW
I like that.
sculpture ? A ghost and an
PHILIP
You got it. Okay, leave me alone
apostle, and run faster than a
now.
Ferrari ?
THOMAS
I'll tell you. An artist is someone
THOMAS
It's hard to believe. We must go
who doesn’t work.
to university.

PHILIP
You're a sculpture, representing a
ghost. This ghost has the spirit of
an apostle who lived two thousand
the image of a ghost. I just look
like one.
THOMAS An image of a mirage ...
years ago. That's what you are.
That's what all twelve of us really
are.
PHILIP
More or less...but...it's more than
that. Don't try to understand it,
you'll get into trouble. Big
THOMAS
Or represent.
trouble. They’ll put you behind
PHILIP
Maybe... maybe not...
bars for this.
ANDREW
Your explanation sounds like
THOMAS
Remember, I can call an ambulance.
manipulation.
ANDREW
Enlighten me. It's still so
PHILIP
You focus me as if you were
confusing to me.
Lumière. Buy yourself a good
PHILIP
We are representations of a
camera.
ghost and the real thing at the
THOMAS
Let’s say art is a mirage in the
same time. We represent what we are
desert storm of life.
and we are what we represent. We
ANDREW
You have just told me I'm a
are the image and...the absence of
sculpture representing a ghost. So,
the image at the same time.
I'm not really a ghost. I'm just
ANDREW Not so fast !

THOMAS
PHILIP
THOMAS
An image of ... and not an image at
all ... ?
It’s too serious and fabulous. It’s
a mystic reasoning, you have to see
the value of this eternal paradox.
It’s thinking on a different level.
So, wake up !
Don't you fool us. It smells like
exorcism.
ghosts, so he made them look like
what humans believe must look like
ghosts. His creation turned
out to be so full of energy, so
full of soul and cosmic radiation,
that we really ended up as...as
real ghosts.
THOMAS Madness !
PHILIP Magic !
ANDREW
Stop it ! We have too much
ANDREW
I think I get it. Gosh, you're so
culpability to carry around
intelligent.
already. Beware of the exorcist !
PHILIP
I only want to help you.
PHILIP
Listen to this. Our creator is an
THOMAS
Don't believe him. Our
artist, who happens to be called
introspection is swallowing us.
Allbirth, who made sculptures
PHILIP Beg your pardon ?
representing apostles. He
thought that after two thousand
years they would have turned into
THOMAS
You're saying we became art because
the sculptor did such a good job.
Okay, but to me that's not real

life. The life of a real ghost is
something else. A real ghost has no
form ! Do you understand me ? Don't
treat us as if we were stupid !
time. But we are not in business
and we do not have a heart ! We are
nuts !
ANDREW Eureka !
PHILIP
You're the fool, you're the one
THOMAS
Where is your bath tub ? I want to
losing your temper, that's all.
drown you right now.
THOMAS Are you a voodoo-king ?
PHILIP
Be essential. Accept our mental
PHILIP
Call me whatever you want. I say
prison.
art is heart, and the heart is
ANDREW
I have no veins to cut left...
something magical. It's that
PHILIP
Be logical.
simple. Heart is art. Think about
THOMAS
It's the beginning of the end. The
it. I insist. Think about it.
deaf music of Beethoven.
ANDREW
I've got it. Art is a human
ANDREW
Allbirth is fundamental.
business.
PHILIP
Wrong. We are fundamental, Allbirth
PHILIP
Very good. Very good. Business is
is essential.
the key to our heart of the art
THOMAS
He's telling you we're stupid.
matter. It's the essence of what we
ANDREW Allbirth ?
have been talking about all the
PHILIP
Allbirth is here, everywhere. He's

here. You can feel his radiation.
PHILIP
I've often heard him talking about
ANDREW
PHILIP
He's a fairy tale.
You are a yes-man, a yes-ghost. A
no-good.
us while walking in the garden with
friends.
THOMAS So ? How did he refer to us ?
THOMAS
Not so fast. What are we eating
PHILIP
Guess.
tonight ? Meat ? Fish ?
THOMAS
Art-stuff, of course.
PHILIP
His one-man show must have been
PHILIP
”Heart is art“. That's what he
sold out, for a long time.
says. He made me think that way.
ANDREW
I want to see him, alive on stage.
ANDREW
Que sera, sera ! 8 I have to accept
PHILIP
How could he ? How could we ? We
everything. I am a sponge. I
have no eyes.
have no arms, no head, no heart,
ANDREW Am I blind ? Are we blind ?
...and... I just have to put it out
THOMAS
PHILIP
Sometimes...
You're not blind. You just don't
see the truth when you look.
of my head...
THOMAS You still can invade your being ...
something.
ANDREW
I surrender.
ANDREW
Well...
THOMAS
Let's ask our host.
PHILIP
I'm exhausted. You both are killing
ANDREW
What would he tell us ? I wonder.
8
WHAT SHALL BE SHALL BE.

me. Let me get some sleep.
PHILIP
Losers and winners are losers.
THOMAS
I can't sleep now.
THOMAS
Don't answer him, let go.
PHILIP
Try it.
ANDREW
I’ll fax to the Pope and order him
ANDREW
I'll try. It will be a lot
to stop his useless mass production
easier than trying to understand
of the human species.
you.
PHILIP
The pope has no fax and will never
PHILIP
It's not raining any more.
answer you.
ANDREW What's a garden of Eden ?
THOMAS
Let go, I said.
PHILIP
A museum full of Tabasco.
PHILIP
The pope has no answers.
ANDREW
Good night then.
THOMAS
Let go, I said. Let go.
PHILIP
Think about wars and plagues of
PHILIP Why ?
famine. One third of the earth is
suffering from starvation.
THOMAS
Our dreams are broken...
ANDREW
An other third is suffering from
fear.
PHILIP
THOMAS
ANDREW
And all are fundamentally lonely.
Let go.
Sure thing.

ACT ELEVEN
BARTOLOMEUS These clouds feel super-soft. Am I
dreaming again ? What’s all this
about ?
a great feeling to be aware of
what’s happening.
BARTOLOMEUS Are you here in the garden now ?
MATTHEUS Is this an interview ? Sure, I'm
MATTHEUS
I feel good. How inspiring to feel
my energy in perfect balance
between earth and cosmos.
here. I’m under the stars. But
there's much more to it. I'm here,
in myself, in others,... in you.
JAMES Really ?
BARTOLOMEUS Are you ?
BARTOLOMEUS I think we are living a beautiful
after death dream.
MATTHEURS
JAMES
Yeah. I’m convinced of myself.
How come, we are talking about this
MATTHEUS
Dream or reality or after death
session, waiting for rebirth ?
right now ?
BARTOLOMEUS The right time.
What's important to me is being
JAMES
Or timing without watches.
conscious of what is really
MATTHEUS
Let's say our intimate meeting
happening in one’s progress.
place is very present now.
JAMES
Whether the real self is a dream or
JAMES
An unpredictable chaos of billions
a reality does not matter. But it's
of stars dancing in the cosmos,
suddenly configuring our chaotic

minds.
BARTOLOMEUS Like the ultimate dream of James
Dean, three seconds before the
MATTHEUS
poets.
At least some of them. The bosses
are warriors.
crash ?
JAMES How come ?
MATTHEUS
For better and for worse, like JFK
MATTHEUS
It was a ferocious race against
would have said.
time between Russia and the United
JAMES
As if I were on the moon, 21st July
States as to whom would get to the
1969, it's 2:56 GMT.
moon first.
BARTOLOMEUS As if time stood still.
BARTOLOMEUS Prestige.
MATTHEUS
As if this A-man, named Armstrong,
MATTHEUS
That's the way it started, but it
became a ghost too.
ended up being pure poetry.
JAMES
Or a new Adam.
BARTOLOMEUS Words are unbeatable.
BARTOLOMEUS Some earthly people took a
gigantic step that day.
MATTHEUS
What ? It was more than words. I
won't fight my words against Mike
MATTHEUS
A small step for man, a huge step
for mankind, our A-man called
it.
Tyson.
BARTOLOMEUS JFK’s words will last longer than
Tyson’s fists.
BARTOLOMEUS These NASA people must be real
MATTHEUS
It's all about discipline and hard

JAMES
MATTHEUS
work, no matter what the job is.
And passion.
Love, love, love.
We are full of emptiness.
BARTOLOMEUS We are flying Apollo 11 in a
progressive phase.
BARTOLOMEUS I want to fly, fly, fly.
JAMES
Our poetry makes us fly. Our
JAMES
MATTHEUS
For the moment there is no sign of
any deterioration.
No devastating vibrations
emptiness fulfils our mind.
BARTOLOMEUS Our introspection becomes
efficient and in motion.
noticeable.
BARTOLOMEUS Great. I feel our mutual energy
JAMES
Don't say that. Don't you start
thinking about efficiency.
through our images of words.
BARTOLOMEUS JFK was an efficient man.
MATTHEUS
We are only one. The word is
MATTHEUS
Let's just follow up our
unique.
development of being real in the
BARTOLOMEUS It’s real belief without religion.
dream.
MATTHEUS
JAMES
The word is religion.
I like that. Yeah. We're a perfect
idea. We're air. Our image is as
Nike-Air. We can jump so high
BARTOLOMEUS We're approaching the perfect space
to live in.
MATTHEUS Is this a melodrama ?
BARTOLOMEUS Is there melodrama after pain?
because we can make our words run.
JAMES
Let's continue to study the power

of becoming stronger after pain.
BARTOLOMEUS Our true power is becoming a
reward. We’ll get a Grammy.
MATTHEUS
JAMES
It’s a protective chip in my mindcontrol.
There are still sad reflexes in
JAMES
A reward is a human dogma. There is
nothing dogmatic about us. Fidel
Castro is a dogmatic example of
colonization sponsored by Russian
invadors.
our behaviour.
BARTOLOMEUS Let's try to get rid of them.
MATTHEUS Could you ?
BARTOLOMEUS Not yet. I have to admit I still
remember my human origins. I have
BARTOLOMEUS Since then they have become
puzzled.
to keep working at it. What about
you ?
JAMES
Russians drink anti-freeze instead
MATTHEUS
It must be some evil, old-fashioned
of vodka.
reaction of evil inside me I
MATTHEUS
We're developing too many of our
have to kill first.
emerging potentials at once. I 'm
JAMES
After all, I'll never forget what
starting to feel unstable again.
I was, a psychiatrist for the poor.
BARTOLOMEUS I don't think so. You're feeling
unstable because of your fear of
going too far.
BARTOLOMEUS I'll never forget where I come
from. Palestine is still so close
to me compared to the sun which is

some 30,000 light-years away from
JAMES
This garden is real cosmic.
MATTHEUS
our Milky Way.
It makes my adrenaline flow.
BARTOLOMEUS You know what I think ? Let’s be
more narcistic.
JAMES
We're different, we’re superior.
JAMES
Be hard on yourself, if you
MATTHEUS
Elected ? Or rejected psycho-
want to progress. I think we are
pastors ?
mentally free. If we realize
BARTOLOMEUS We are elected to question what
kind of stars we are becoming,
because we have forgotten what
kind of stars we were...
that, we can become sane.
BARTOLOMEUS Progress ? This small planet is
2,000,000 light-years away from the
M31 galaxy. What do you think about
JAMES
You sound like a priest unifying a
that ?
cosmic wedding. You sound
ceremonial Reno-style.
BARTOLOMEUS Ceremonial ? Ceremonies are for
corrupt humans on this little
JAMES
MATTHEUS
Who wouldn’t feel shortcoming
compared to such anormalities ?
I’ll cross my fingers, sorry, I’ll
cross my thoughts.
peanut planet. What I now see is a
new beginning. We have already seen
many ends before.
BARTOLOMEUS Let's stick to our nothingness and
progress. All progressive thinking
is born out of being nothing.

MATTHEUS
That's where it all starts, with an
MATTHEUS
Don't be silly. What you are saying
empty barrel...
is that you are the product of your
JAMES Let me improvise ... “start ...
art ... star ...”
MATTHEUS I see the light ! Candles !
Candlelight !
JAMES
human past. You still talk like a
damned human.
At least I'm a piece of polyester,
I have a specific form and a
JAMES
Let's go on and perform without
particular mind.
acting.
MATTHEUS
That's exactly how humans think
MATTHEUS
After all, we're actors. Every
artist is an actor...
about it. Forget it and be happy.
We have to start from scratch now.
BARTOLOMEUS In the nothingness of life and
death we'll see the light.
BARTOLOMEUS One day we will have forgotten
everything, but it won't make us
JAMES
M31 will never understand our
happy... I don’t know...
nothingness.
BARTOLOMEUS Hey, I'm a ghost in a space-garden.
I was sculpted by a sculptor. It's
all fact. I exist !
JAMES
MATTHEUS
I won't forget Allbirth.
Remember brothers, never to
remember. Dump the past. Always
forwards. Never backwards.
JAMES
You don’t have a passport.
JAMES
Hallelujah ! We still have

Allbirth.
JAMES
Let's talk to our inner centre and
MATTHEUS
Allbirth, yes, Allbirth. What’s in
a name ? The fulfilment of
nothingness, as we are surrounded
by death and disease.
sleep tonight in the Valley of
the Kings.
BARTOLOMEUS Let's dream away from the fleshplanet.
JAMES And more viruses to come !
JAMES
There are no doors in our garden,
MATTHEUS
We must be capable of building the
we can’t leave.
JAMES Hallelujah !
Ghiza-pyramid, a new one.
MATTHEUS
Let's just accept the remaining
doors in our minds. You can’t leave
MATTHEUS
What we don't say doesn't exist. If
eternity, that’s a fact.
nothingness is in our mind, it does
exist.
JAMES
MATTHEUS
Death is purer than white.
You're dream is extravagant. Nice.
JAMES
MATTHEUS
I wonder. Are you inventing the
mind ? ... inside your Ghizapyramid?
I'm enlightened and this garden
feels light. This garden is my
Death indeed has a beautiful
colour.
BARTOLOMEUS Now you're talking ... like snow
... like Snow-white ... and the
twelve dwarfs.
space-ship in my spaceship-mind.
MATTHEUS
Correction ! Like Snow-white and

JAMES
her twelve lovers.
Don’t get sentimental ! Be rude.
ACT TWELVE
Let’s rape her ! Before I castrate
both of you.
MATTHEUS Call a doctor !
Call a doctor !
BARTOLOMEUS Allbirth !?
Allbirth !?
THADDEUS
SIMON
JUDAS
SIMON
JUDAS
SIMON
THADDEUS
Can you remember anything from your
childhood ?
That’s a long time ago... let me
think...
Children have good memory. I don’t
feel grown up.
Maybe I’m still like a child, I use
my imagination.
Aren't we still as young as
children ? Aren't we ?
That’s how I feel right now.
When you grow up you look at
yourself through mirrors, through
souvenirs, through pictures, and
you end up feeling uncertain,

ecause you start realising most
JUDAS
A publisher is a dictator. He
things are false and doubtful,
imposes his personal preferences.
except for being a child and being
SIMON
Any constructive artist is a
honest.
dictator.
JUDAS
I don’t feel uncertain.
THADDEUS
I think artists are governed by
THADDEUS
After all, everything in life
phantasy and the inconscient bla-
remains uncertain, that’s the
bla-bla of D.H. Lawrence and Co.
essence of being alive. Nothing is
these days.
granted.
JUDAS
Artists are fucked-up by their
SIMON
Why does our publisher write
mistresses.
himself ? Is he thinking about his
SIMON
Don’t get vulgar again.
childhood ?
JUDAS
Vulgar is mainstream, it’s pop-
JUDAS
Because he’s too wild to read.
art’s bad best.
THADDEUS
He’s a medium himself.
SIMON
I’m a surrealist living on clouds.
JUDAS
He’s in love, he wants to be born
JUDAS
I’m a blasphemist on purpose and
again and be young.
I’m having a hell of a time.
SIMON
Maybe he writes because of so many
THADDEUS
I’m just nothing but a dream. I’ll
bad books.
reach myself in another dream.

JUDAS
THADDEUS
JUDAS
Awaken brother ! I’ll eat your
balls for breakfast.
I know you better.
No way, you don't know me at all.
I’m changing every day. It's even
thousand years...Giotto...Fra
Angelico...Markos...Linda...
Sabine...Alexander...Jeff...
Chris...Bryan...so many flowers...
seeds of flowers...
ridiculous to try to remember how I
was before.
SIMON
I had a wonderful teacher. A very
polite and sensitive man. He
THADDEUS
I'm sure I would recognize you in
trained me very well. He purified
jail.
me. He introduced me to poetry.
JUDAS
Stop kidding yourself. All you
JUDAS
You must be talking about Mr. Hyde.
remember are stinking lies. Lies
SIMON
No way, my Doctor Jekyll remains.
about yourself, your parents, your
THADDEUS
Listen to this ! The defending
so-called friends. Think about it.
world champion is boxing
You said it yourself.
tonight, in the famous Caesar’s
THADDEUS
I can remember the names of some of
Palace, Las Vegas, Nevada. That’s
my children...that’s what really
where Allbirth’s spirit must
matters for me, in the last two
live.
JUDAS
The champion will knock you down in

the first round. I can feel that. I
strong devilish resources feeds my
can see it happen !
philosophy.
SIMON
You won't see a thing. So let’s
SIMON
I don't feel any devil in me. I'm
shake hands before the fight.
filled with assumptions collected
THADDEUS Hands ? Whose hands ?
throughout my many lives. They make
JUDAS
I’ll shake you until you turn into
me conceive new structures of
a strawberry milkshake.
understanding.
SIMON
I’ll be your broken mirror.
JUDAS
Understanding ? Why do we love this
JUDAS
I don't need your mirror and I
cosmic garden ? Because we feel all
don’t need a shave. Anyway, I’m
alone here. At peace with
self-sufficient. Remember ?
ourselves. It’s our space-ship.
SIMON
Shame on you.
Nobody around to mess up things.
JUDAS
I'm my own creator.
SIMON
We're dead ! We’re dead ! We can
SIMON
Gossip.
keep talking about the living
THADDEUS
Sounds evil.
as much as we want, but we're dead.
JUDAS
I adore corruption. Look ! It's the
THADDEUS
Then this is our cemetery.
demon within me who pushes me
JUDAS
We're dead, but more alive than
beyond my limits. Only the power of
ever. I’ll cut your Van Gogh ear

ight now. Cut ! See ? No blood !
with this damned hatred in your
You’re untouchable !
voice. You're still too physical.
THADDEUS
Nobody knows, nobody cares.
JUDAS
That's the way I like it, more
They all have videos these days.
physical. Let’s organize a
SIMON
And filthy viruses, Aids, the
massacre. Burundi or Zaïre style.
Ebola-virus, hepatitis B and more
Focus on Planet Apes or Planet
to come.
Rats. An orgy of a massacre.
JUDAS How can we speak in human terms ?
Don't be silly.
Afterwards I’ll treat you with
sundaes and Belgian wafers. Let’s
SIMON
You know what I mean.
have a ball.
THADDEUS
Calm down. He's pulling your leg.
SIMON
I'm not going to get into that same
You know how he is. Dead or alive,
stupid discussion with you again.
it remains a strange feeling.
You miss all healthy resources, you
JUDAS
Don't push me too far. Don't make
miss refreshing winds in your mind.
me say hateful things.
I give up all assistance.
THADDEUS
Kiss him, notre amour 9 . Kiss him.
JUDAS
Get lost.
SIMON
Don't act ridiculously. Don't talk
THADDEUS
Kiss me. I want a wet tongue kiss
9
KISS HIM, OUR LOVED ONE
from you.

JUDAS
Get lost, I said.
THADDEUS
Buy me an angel, with legs,
THADDEUS
Okay, okay, take it easy.
breasts, brains, everything.
JUDAS
Stop it ! Stop it ! I hate you
94-61-51.
both. As a matter of fact, I hate
JUDAS
Yeah. One with big tits and a good
everything. Watch me ! I’ll push my
looking bum. Her face doesn't
penis through your asses. Then
matter. 98-61-55.
you’ll be real Homo ... Sapiens !
THADDEUS
My woman I call June, named after
SIMON
I miss this spirituality. What am I
Juno and main squeeze of Jupiter,
doing here, anyway ? Surrounded
born on a full rising moon. Of
by mad brains.
course she’s an cosmonaut and our
THADDEUS
There must still be some hope,
relationship is conceptual,
somewhere ... Although... Brave new
forever.
world...
SIMON
Let's wrap him in satanic gift
JUDAS
I have never read it...
paper and wish him a Merry X-mass
SIMON
Let's nourish our silence and be
in his pagan ideologic world.
famous on the non-existing best
THADDEUS
I badly need a body right now.
seller list. Let’s become a book of
white unwritten pages.

JUDAS
Desire, desire, desire... let me
sing for you about desire, desire,
desire... Anyway, it’s better to
burn than to fade away !...
desire, desire, desire...
desire, desire... Your desire
AFTERMATH:
NOT PUBLISHED IN THE
ORIGINAL TYPOSCRIPT FOR
STAGE PERFORMANCE
always will remain. Passion is a
hard thing to conceal.
CURTAIN BUT NO END
BY WHICH MEANS WALTER
BECKERS PRESENTS EACH
OF THE TWELVE APOSTELS
ON STAGE TO EXPRESS
THEIR PERSONAL
APRECIATION OR
DISAPOINTMENT ABOUT
THEIR RECENT POLYESTER
SITUATION, AND THEIR
RETURN TO BLOOD AND
FLESH.

MISE EN SCENE
THE VOICES OF THE 12
APOSTLES. ARE ONLY TO BE
HEARD FROM BACK-STAGE.
THE CURTAIN REMAINS
CLOSED. ON THE CURTAIN IS
WRITTEN:
END LESS END
CEREMONIAL EXIT
PETER'S FAREWELL
Before you leave me alone I want to say goodbye
to you. My name is Peter or Simon, whatever you
prefer to call or remember me. It’s strange to
feel that I’m in my human body again. My dreamtime
is over. Reality wins again. The truth is
Allbirth will never show up. So some parts of
the self have to die. My time has come. I'm not
W.B.
a ghost, I'm a liar. Culpability and fear are
dominating my whole life. Yes, you heard me.
I'm alive, and I’ll die because I’m fake.

I'm James. I'm missing the peace and quiet of
our stellar garden already. I'm missing the
deserted tennis-court, the company of Peter and
Johannes, and even the rain. All of this is now
part of an unattainable past. My dreams have
turned into nightmares. I can vote now, but I
don't. I have no meaning.
JOHANNES' FAREWELL
Hi, I'm Johannes, or better, I was Johannes.
Today I'm my own master. Free to take life as
it comes. I'm too old, all of a sudden. I feel
useless. Allbirth will never show up. He
doesn't even exist, if you ask me.

THOMAS' FAREWELL
PHILIP'S FAREWELL
Hello there ! I'm Thomas. I collected pressure,
Philip is my name. I'm looking for a woman. I
terror, stress and madness as others collect
need company badly. She may be vulgar or
paintings or stamps. I feel freed from goodness
nymphomaniac, although the idea scares me. I
and morals now. I'm enjoying the daily doubts
know the more women I’ll meet, the lonelier
already, which were kept hidden from me for too
I’ll get, but I have no dreams left. I’ll die
long. I don’t believe either what I’m saying
as an important macho. I have serious problems
and I enjoy being so miserable again.
and doubts about it all. I feel so insecure.
*

ANDREW'S FAREWELL
SIMON'S FAREWELL
My name is Andrew. I'm terribly worried.
My name is Simon. I like this name. I believe
Worried about my health, worried about my
in friendship, but I don't trust anybody
wealth, worried about the future. I'm looking
anymore. Allbirth was a real friend, but he
for comfort. I’ll go to churches and to discos
deserted me. I still live by myself, mourning
again. I think it may distract me, but instead
and wondering about lost friendship.
of help and support I might find more sorrow
After all my polyester body was a total protection.
and no explanations. I can’t help being lost.
An abstract Allbirth is not enough.
I feel that mankind is using the apocalyps as a
consumer’s product on sale. Bye now.

THADDEUS' FAREWELL
JAMES' FAREWELL
I had it all. As apostle Thaddeus, my life was
How are you ? I have my own bedroom now, with
perfect. Today I'm looking again for
my own bed. Every night I sleep in my own
accomplishments in daily life. Looking for
sheets, alone. I read Shakespeare and
goals, money, sex and opportunities, but after
watch some TV. I watch how men, women and
all it looks so useless, so dependant. Time
children get killed in all kinds of wars about
again is the only stable element in my life
religion or crude oil as if they were cattle.
now, but time is running away from me. I’ve
I'll probably die in my bed, in clean sheets,
already bought myself three watches, very nice
all alone. The art of living as a human being
ones, but now time runs too fast.
without being shot remains the art of dying
decently anyway. My name is James. Take care.

MATTHEUS' FAREWELL
BARTOLOMEUS' FAREWELL
I'm Mattheus. I love the blues. They activate
Good evening to you. I’m Bartolomeus. I got my
my depressive moods. I wish I were a child
body back. I’m human again. I could cry. I’ll
again. But I’m not. I’m old and rimpled by
make the best out of it. I’ve never been in New
sorrow. Now i realise that polyester is undestructable.
York. I’m leaving tomorrow with American
Too late.
Airlines. Maybe I’ll jump from the Chrysler
Bye-bye.
Building, the Deco one, I know from pictures.
Seems to be the prettiest one to take off from
towards the twinkling stars. Can’t miss
them. I want my stars back. I’ll send you a
post-(c)-art before I jump. Good night to all of you.

??? FAREWELL
unsafe streets. Women get raped at every hour
of day or night. Children can buy cocaine at
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ho ho ho hho ho...! Youmake-me-really-laugh...!At
last, I’m having a
hell of a vicious time. Back again in the
filthy human life conditions, I enjoy again the
great fun of lying, the pleasure of cheating. I
can swim in corruption again and it just feels
great. It really turns me on. People are
begging me to deceive them and I love it.
Open your sleepy eyes, before you die !
Every day politics allow more unpunished crime.
Everywhere killers take over command in the
every public school. There is no safe solution for
Aids. In a couple of years’time half the
African population will be contaminated and be
dying in horrible circumstances.
Listen to me !
The third world war started already some fifty
years ago, in Korea. Ever since, the fighting
has been going on in different countries and
continents. All kinds of mad mother-suckers
start fighting for crude-oil, for more dirty
money, for more power over other human beings.

In the meantime strange world-savers and
hundred thousand of tons of chemical weapons,
corrupted politicians at the UN keep spoiling a
in stock. Enough to kill all life on this
totally polluted planet. To stop wars I have an
planet in less than one month. Think about it,
easy answer in mind: stop producing arms and
before they sell it on the black market to
bombs ! But instead they are preparing new
evil-thinking minds.
Chernobyls, and other mad nuclear tests are
It’s all over guys.
to come. Soon no glass of water will remain
Buy yourself a charming coffin clad with red
potable.
velvet. I’ll watch you burn. I don’t have to
Before you die, listen to this !
introduce myself anymore. You know me, they’ve
Cancer has been introduced in every family on
taught you to call me a traitor. Being called a
earth. In the meantime you, the silent
traitor by such blasphemic trash, that’s what I
majority, allow ex-Russian bastards to prepare
call a privilege.
a bacterial war. Remember, they have several
Soon I’ll be watching you burn. Bye-bye and Fuck you !

I’ll fuck the shit out of your
My friend Dante Aleghieri and myself, we will
asses, as if your shit would represent the fall
watch and enjoy it.
of the Third Reich again. But Hitler never has been
We’ll watch the huge ball of fire exploding.
really dead...
We’ll watch the huge ball of fire of rebirth explode.
neither have I...
Your fuck or copulation time ... whatever you
may call it, is over.
You may throw your prophylactics away, they’re
useless now. So are you.
As useless as this small unsignificant planet
at a lost outskirt in the overwhelming universe.
Yeah ! Let’s blow it up !
Time has run out.

PERSONAL FAREWELL
IMPRESSIONS ABOUT GHOSTS
AND OTHER ALIENS
BY WALTER BECKERS
CHORAL CHORE ONE
religion, but I can always recognize
attraction.
Even fatal attraction stimulates me. I'm not
afraid. Positiveness as well as negativeness
give me opportunities to keep me moving.
Walking in my garden I'm aware of the trees and
I focus your attention on mind-travelling. My
the leaves, the art of nature around me, while
polyester friends will be pleased to join you
excluding would-be cows or hormone pumped-up
on this trip.
species on my cultivated lawn. I stick to my
I offer you my fingertips. I invite you for a
ghosts. Their company makes me wonder. I
free trip. No charges. I only wish you to be
believe we inspire each other. This is not a
receptive. It is not because I hear you
one-way ticket. I'm glad that my life is quite
talking, that I'm convinced you're alive. Too
unpredictable and full of surprises. I have no
many walking deads have already been excluded.

I'm trying to elude you. I believe in your
hortensias surrounding the marvellous diningroom
are on the muck-heap. My permanent room on
complex fantasy. We will not start a
the second floor, overlooking the lake, is
discussion, neither will we be friends. Our
locked. Talking about it already affects my
awareness will not be programmed. In fact, we
endocrine glands. My emotions are at the level
will pretend as if we were not really alive,
of another residing guest, Helmut Newton. How
but desiring to be different. We are aware of
fun to picture Helmut.
the absolute world around us, full of unlimited
I am unhappy by nature, but satisfied and
forms and actions without obligations.
You're already introspecting.
thinking positively by means of selfimprovement.
I'm controlling mind and body as
It is winter and the Villa d'Este is closed
far as I can stay in balance. I refuse to make
until next spring. The floating swimming-pool
unnecessary assaults although I love
is covered by autumn leaves. The pink
perfection, which according to my book means
85%. This afternoon I ran my daily 10 K, and

tonight I will enjoy a light meal. All this
me, in my luxurious garden near Antwerp, since
stimulates my dream life. Tonight I will feel
1979.
hungry, which will keep my mind alert for more
If you travel along you begin to understand
writing. Now I'm combining my functions for
the different levels of distance and time, so
your purpose and my personal satisfaction. This
very dear to Albert. Beware. Don't consume too
is a gift parcel for you.
much sugar. It will affect your energy level.
I hope you can receive it, for right now we're
I prefer the lightness of emptiness, as do my
talking over the phone. I'm introducing you a
guests in the magic site of the ever garden.
new brand of cosmetics. No. That's stupid.
We can breath and disappear in emptiness. We
Anyway, the importance is to keep your
will contemplate and our emptiness will be
attention going. Keep listening. After all
filled with different ideas. That's the real
new life. You will be travelling all day
I'm telling you about the so-called nonexistence
of ghosts that have been living with
without ever leaving your home, without leaving

your head. Being is to be aware of non-being.
CHORAL CHORE TWO
From now on, you'll put things you care about
in order before they even exist in human
reality.
Continue to pursue your true inner-self and
you'll heal yourself. It may be difficult at
times, but that is what we are living for. Easy
things are for common people. I hope you'll be
special. Yes, you can.
A Korean woman called Time was hit by a
machine-gun in the city of Seoul. Yesterdays
Washington Post noted she was left to die as
bystanders looted her purse. This naked
selfishness horrifies me. Just another example
of our daily cruel life. Partly that's why I
prefer my garden, feeling at ease surrounded by
ghosts.
Most people, living in overcrowded cities, do
not even remember the smell of freshly cut
grass. They sell themselves to grey and black

for hamburgers and pre-fab pizza's, made from
The apostles in my garden use no shoe laces,
undefinable ingredients.
no toilet paper, never eat ice-cream, don't go
Last week I was in Buenos Aires. I learned all
to the movies, don't wonder about fugitive news
about Tango dancers and took off. Eleven
on television, don't use electric light. Since
million people surviving is crises don't
their creation, more than twenty years ago,
inspire me.
they continue to breath unnecessarily in a
In my garden I can rely on abstract beings,
world of real oxygen. When I look at them, I
coached by and through my masses of commercial
realise with inner pleasure they are just as
books, I published over the years and spread
calm as I would love to be. Anyway, they help
me to relax. When I need peace they are
out over the world by my master distributionsystem,
just as if it were the radiations of my
always there to assist. They represent a world
apostles. Publishing too is a mind-business,
of emptiness which opens the mind. Thanks to
powered by the same universal energy.
“The Light” I never have a shortage of ideas and

nothing is ever precise. Certainly not time.
can make us real stupid. Szukalski's ghosts
Our time on earth is irregular, mostly unknown.
will always remain as an example of dissection.
But there is no scarcity to exist in real
Everything has been cut away.
existence. It all depends of what you call
No flesh remains, only space-suits, witnessing
real. I want my space. Why not present
a revival of renaissance. I enjoy these forms
Szukalski's ghosts as astronauts ?
of expression as I love Enzo Ferrari,
I don't want my thoughts to be precise. Some
Pininfarina, David Brown, Carroll Shelby
aspects of uncertainty leave me a lot more of open
Bertone, Gannini, and many more inventive
doors.
killers of boredom. After all, these ghosts are
Art is not precise and disappears constantly.
only sheets covered with plaster and polyester.
We have to destroy it. Art, that's Van Gogh and
But that's too simple. There is of course much
he's gone. What remains is the fact that he cut
more. This is the unpredictable twilight-zone between
himself an ear off. For a whore. Our passion
the relativity of time and our watch, which watches us.

CHORAL CHORE TREE
because of idealism. I love words. I want you
to understand that first of all you have to be
I woke up this morning with an allergic
thought. Maybe I was never human. After my
morning shower and toothbrush session I too
often hid my true self, in plenty of
circumstances, adapting my inner life to plenty
of exogenous situations. The human nature is
cruel and mostly plain stupid. I have to live
with it, eating their soup. I can think this
way, because I remain anarchic and fighting for
ideals. Don't laugh. I was always different.
Even when I was wrong as a publisher, it was
real in your dreams. Your dream-territory is
your self-defence. Your dream is the projection
of how you lived in the past, to get your near
future under control.
Messengers communicate with me through my
dreams. They make propositions which I select
according to the moves I follow. Usually I
don't get intimate with my messengers. I bounce
into their lives in places I'm attracted to,
especially while travelling. Lately I feel
attracted to places like Santa Monica, Santa

Barbara and the Santa Inez mountains. I am
satisfied by it. I like to suffer. I enjoy the
looking forward visiting Santa Fe in New Mexico
games of love. I was deeply in love, I still
soon. I feel I have to return to Sicily,
am. Love makes me walk on air. What is left of
especially to Palermo. I have to return to Moon
it are my Air Nikes, for jogging in woods and
Island Lanzarote. I have no explanation for
on beaches. Running for more endorphin, to
these attractions, but they are very strong.
make me happy. It is not the same. I still have
Especially when I am in a productive mood,
true feelings of love, plenty of it stowed away
travelling and writing, travelling and running,
for memory, but it hurts. It makes me drink,
travelling and training for approaching
write and never cry.
marathons.
It makes me feel desperate and lost. Lost to
I live in solitude again. It may not be the
recover myself. I stay tuned to positive
perfect situation, but it is satisfying.
thinking. At the same time I really feel the
Unfortunately I am not realistic enough to be
glass in my stomach and the demons in my head.

I realise I'm perfectly alive in de midst of a
will go on this way. I will stay on the road,
high sea. My ship has sunk and I'll have to
wondering about the future and the uncertainty.
swim home, wherever that may be. When I calm
I'll never find what I'm looking for, but
down I realise I will always be without a
looking for it is enjoyable. Anyway, I feel
compass. I don't know where my home is. My
comfortable in old Hotels, Palaces with leaking
mother died. My true women are hidden in
taps and classic huge bath tubs. From Le
memories. I keep drifting. When I travel,
Touquet to Sausalito, I've slept in landmarks
and felt at ease with the smell of uncountable
visiting new places, I always look for realestate.
I visit houses, hoping to find one in a
persons who slept there before me. It's like
spot that would finally suit me. I want to find
reading fiction-heroes. They're gone but
out where I have to live, but from all the
remain company.
places I've been to, I could never decide to
The days I'm tired I keep writing until I fall
rent or to buy whatsoever. I now understand it
asleep. Only then I can forget what does not exist.

When I reach the top of one of my mountains, I have to fall.
look does not worry me. I'm an Indian, and my
That's for sure. There is no other way.
ancestors follow my feelings. My nose has to
To go on when the road ahead goes down means I have to
become larger, meaner. The fighting spirit
fall.
for honour in Indian blood is running through
Down again in my cerebral valley I'll start
my veins ? Crazy blood ? Daring blood ?
climbing again, but right now I prefer hanging
Imaginative blood ? Yes it is. I'm sure about
around in the valley, at least for a while. I
it. I know the only way to be safe is to
have to recover by means of mind work. I'm
continue to stimulate my poetic meanings.
restoring my mind. I'm painting the expressions
Poetry is miraculous. It attracts the right
of broken pieces as a heart-form. These broken
persons to each other. Science does not do
pieces are the wrinkle and scares in my worn face. I decided
that. Science, on the contrary, separates
want to change my nose. It is
people. It creates envy, money, molotv and atomic war.
slowing down my growing Indian identity. The
I keep bouncing against the walls of my

final destination, my familiar world of
concession, made in order to be able to
endless imaginative sources and resources. My
continue to live on earth. It is like wearing a
actual pleasure in my daily life has become
gas-mask when Saddam Hussein starts launching
more than ever architecturing my mind, my
his bombs again.
mindscapes. That's where I find the absolute
Is this my memory ? Worthless statements I try
without being logical. Logic is always captured
to be serious about ? Is this my life ? Part of
between rules and regulations.
my life ? Wondering about words, which were not
As an advanced twentieth century publisher, I
on my mind five seconds ago ? It must be one of
published sex before it was mainstream and
the others within me, memorising, writing for
Madonna was still sucking mother-milk. I live
me. Sometimes I feel my writings are not mine.
between the autocratic, the fantasmatic, the
It's a cultivated listening to the wind,
dream and the compromise. I repeat, my
breathing golden dust. It is my contact with
compromise is not hypocritical. It is a
the unknown, which helps me putting these lines

on paper, but the unknown feels very familiar
house in Kalmthout-Belgium.
to me.
The very first thirteen ghosts - I have
In a certain way I must be dead. I was dead
thirteen letters in my name - were realised by
since the day I was alone. I have been left,
Szukalski in 1971 for an exhibition in the
and I have left many times in my earlier lives.
Casino of Knokke-het-Zoute. The very first
For sure, I've been lost and alone many times.
ghosts he ever realised are still living with
But finally it helps. You die first, then you
me, in my house in the woods. They stand at the
can start living again. Being dead makes it
bar, in the dining-room, in my bedroom, they
easy to write about it. I am free . I can
act in my office, they pose in my gallery.
really live with ghosts. After all, the Last
Trust me. Being creative is admitting personal
Supper by Albert Szukalski & Leonardo da Vinci
credo. I can rely on being positive, while
has been in my garden since 1978. From 1976
accepting a certain opposition of my other
until then it stood in front of my publishing
selves. That's how I stand and understand the

suffering produced by real life. There is an
given me the will-power to survive once more.
intermittence, I use interruptions, I manifest
It brought me more than ever in front of the
distractions. Silence enters my head. I can
possibility to breath and to live on paper,
relax. During these silent moments, amidst
producing words. My writing has been my only
fabulous contemplations, software reaches me
communication in 1994. I need your audience.
from outer space. I can stock it, melt it with
You are my bread, my wine, my sex-life. You're
my inner fever, and translate it for you and
my personal sex-line. I enjoy the temperature I
me. It took me many years to be free. It even
feel between the typewriter and you. It is a
took me twenty years of waiting and wondering
clear long distance line.
before I decided I finally could write about
I am with you from carbon to diamond, through
Szukalski's ghosts. The year of 1994 has
endless days and nights. I was free so I
been mentally & sentimentally thunderous for
had to die again. I had to write again. I am
me. In compensation of mental pains, it has
sick of dying. It is too hard. I want to live again.

CHORAL CHORE FOUR
To be multiplied. You'll need it each time you dare
pronounce yourself
You start realising apostles have the same
wishes and problems as humans. But aren't they
human ? The originals were. Living with art on
a daily bases, I have a strong feeling
originality does no longer exist. At the
utmost, originality is a mixture of ideas and
energy, circulating in the air. If your belief
and feelings are strong enough, you might catch
a glimpse of it, whenever it dwells around in
your area. Then you can grab it and use it.
It is something like bread and wine was before.
about life and death. That is the essence of
it. I am trying to kidnap these apostles, to
possess them at least for a while on paper.
Nothing less will do. They have to be shaken.
In the past I could not realise how much
understanding I found in their silent presence.
They have not changed but I did. I have to make
a short cut into the past in order for you to
understand. During the Wall Street Crash in
1929 many people lost all their belongings.
Many committed suicide. I was born in

that year. I like that. I did overcome this
already ghosts. The next day, in early
famous crash. My parents worked it out for me.
November, I was running the New York City
I've learned since how to overcome any kind of
Marathon, together with more than 20,000
crises. Work on your guts and practise mental
participants. A crowd of a million watched
power-training. Be decent and reasonable, even
and screamed for us, filled with tremendous
humble at times, but stronger, than normal.
enthusiasm along the 26 miles from Staten
I was once stuck with twenty-two people in an
Island to Central Park. Entering 1st Avenue,
elevator, half way up the World Trade Centre in
and still 7 miles to go, I got cramps in my
New York. It took more than an hour to
right leg. A black runner noticed me being
get us out, while only three of us could remain
in trouble, came running next to me and told me
calm. I still wonder about that incident.
"Don't get physical, man .". I grasped the new
The elevator doors slided open and we jumped
age idea immediately. A moment of
out and away from each other. Maybe we were
introspection, self-control, mind-control, and

yes. It helped me to the finish without further
I don't think they ever killed my Jewish friend
damage. Since that day I have become more aware
Andrew because he happened to respond to the
of the presence and force of ghosts, or angels,
name of the first apostle following the
friends from former lives. The choice is up to
alphabet. Anyway, all flesh is nice but will
you.
die and rot. I have to use my power in a
The day after the marathon, while resting in my
positive way and keep cool under pressure.
room at The Pierre, I received a phone call. No
Life is pressure. Many friends have gone
name was mentioned. The man just told me he was
since. But who called me?
asked to warn me that Andrew had been killed he
I have lived with the pressure of success
night before on Broadway. A knife in the back.
during thirty years. I learned how to handle
Andrew was a diamond cutter I had known during
it. Next I shall use my power in the face of
his two year stay in Antwerp. He loved poetry
violence. My target is to keep daily life, day
and night-life. We understood each other.
by day, under control and especially to control

my self-respect. Nobody has the right to
mega-city every day. They often lost their job
interfere, talking to me about stupid television
before losing their blood. Your chest might
programs while I am trying to express clear
look like a bloody crater - Sicily style -
and clean thinking, by means of radiative
one day. Even with your seven locks on your
words. I hope.
door you will remain scared. During daylight
Too many hums and bums terrorie the streets today
you are a perfect target in the streets. I do
as part of a trend. Eager for false
not know you. Neither does the killer. If you
images. Buying books, Beware of hustlers. Today
were good in this earthly life you will be able
you can get killed for a pair of sneakers. Because of reds and
to read me in outer space. Your mind will be
comunism.
focused on captivating creativity. We have all
Too many get attracted by homicide's
been burned before. Our ashes have gone through
grim reach. An average of fifty bleeding
the ultimate transformation into golden dust,
persons pass the doors of each hospital in every
if, ..., if you're real. My respiration has

een transferred to many places by means of
anyway. I know black ghosts, green, blue, even red ones
words. Andrew was murdered. That's it.
but they are different at the he-art of being untouchable.
Half of the murderers in the US are between 14
Anyway, I feel I do not want to write any
and 24 years young. America has never killed so
longer about dying or dead apostles. I leave
much. The whole world is acting like America.
the ever poor coffin with sorrow mourning my friend
Hamburgers and Coke are sold throughout the
Andrew. Just as if he were Armstrong, first
world. The world is taking over the U.S.-murder
man on the moon. Something like Adam being the
style as if we are the Hollywood film
first man in paradise, for as long as that story
industry. Remember, I'm not a story
lasted. Beware of apples.
writer. Nor do I write for the sake of money.
The lands of grief and death keep growing.
Most Americans killed are black. That is not
why ghosts are white, Albert Szukalski's ghosts

CHORAL CHORE FIVE
me. I can smell good, bad and evil. I'm against
all forms of melodrama. I want clear talk.
Efficiency. I like it. My life is build on efficient poetry.
Rimbaud & Verlaine are here.
Today I believe in Malcolm X & Martin Luther
King. They were turned into bones and sculls,
but still living very strongly in my mind.
Their input is still radiating very clearly.
Let's forget my youth. My life started at
twenty-five. I was so fortunate to encounter
some strange teachers. I stood open for their
weird instruction. Even today I keep listening
to voices talking to me, guiding me, coaching
Simple minds. K.I.S. Keep it simple. I want to
grow in the drifting sands of being aware.
Fate is happening all the time. Being
competent is not enough. I dislike stupidity
and laziness which I try to avoid and ban from
my environment, like a terrible illness. I love
hard work and all workers on earth fighting for
the sake of a better life.
Living well is the best revenge. I like
marathon runners. I like to go beyond my own possibilities.
While running I have discovered

worlds I hadn't even dreamed of. By provoking
don't have to thank you. We all dislike
the adrenaline and the endorphin, sportsmen and
hypocrites. anyway, I hope we're getting closer
women can make the world healthier, especially
to each other. Remember my best saying ever :
spiritually. Maybe.
“Heart is art".
There's already too much poison around. The
battle seems lost. The battle was always lost.
We start dying from the day we are born. But
don't wait for me. I will stay alive. To stay
alive I will betray you. I wonder what it
really means to me to live with such
treacherous feelings ? But I have the power to
overthrow my bad feelings. My personal truth
keeps improving while monologing to you, but I

CHORAL CHORE SIX
Looking at the emptiness of Albert Szukalski's
ghosts helps me frequently to resign from the
unnecessary. Of course my mental pictures are
subjective, miscomposed, as are those of the
sculptor. On purpose. The diners at La Ultima
Cena are not what they were two thousand years
ago.
Our act today, is an overstatement or an
understatement. Like all exhibitions.
I like to live between sleeping craters and
intelligent witchcraft I can respect and even
enjoy. Just a simple and miscomposed assembly
of words and sculptures is my favourite cup of
tea, although I prefer coffee. Coffee is never
what I want it to be. Neither is art. We can
only taste the best of it. I'm writing because
I have to do it. Not because of what you might
think it has to stand for. I suggest you
consider me as a ghost. A ghost trying to
escape from war and love, from depression and
being depressive, from art, from sex, from
living, from dying. A ghost looking for balance
without the comfort of an umbilical cord. All I
want to keep is my bread, and carry new
inspiring thoughts. I keep working. I have to

work. It comforts me. I eat my casualties and
lives in the confronting opposition. It's a
my mannerism. It's my food and beverage. I
kind of mental karate. In most cases my
don't need social security. I attract with
opposition is always multi-present, but
pleasure the art of insecurity. I can look
generally badly organised. My strength is
after myself. I never published a subsidised
structure, courage and belief. Make me beware
book. I never had to say thank you to anyone,
of clusters of misunderstandings. I believe in
although staying polite whenever possible.
being ethical, trustworthy. All regimes have to
While you read or listen, I expect you to
be broken constantly. I care for clever rights.
understand me disappearing. Remember I'm a
Nobody can arrest my words. I don't impose
ghost. I'm full of criticism and have no soul.
anything. Throwing my writings away won't help
What remains of me are maybe some words, not
you anymore. If you got this far you won't be
too many. I believe in war, intellectual war.
able to escape. I'm on your mind. For sure I
There's no freedom without a fight. My strategy
impose my independence upon myself. Remember

that if you keep being intimidated by existing
Especially in spring and autumn, or when
rules from dead people, or the thought and
I'm gracefully drunk. Ghosts are tribal, even
looks of others, you will remain insecure.
clannish. There's nothing more human about them
At least try to compensate the missing
as there is about us, as there's nothing less
umbilical cord and move art, which means heart.
ghostly about us as there is about them. Do me
Without heart there is no attraction.
a favour. Keep working, or even start working.
I feel confident you will misjudge these
If you work hard enough, you can elect
sculptures and my words. That's exactly why we
yourself.
can go on being creative. We know we'll be
Sometimes I get uncertain. I can get infected
misjudged. We're not just artists, but plain
by TB or AIDS, not because I wasn't careful,
anarchists. We are elected without alternative
but because of hate-poison. Death can be
or opposition. As our ghosts, we never run out
as simple as that. In one day time, terrible
of steam. Sometimes we may be surrounded by fog.
bacteria can attack any place on the globe. The

germ that once killed one fourth of Europe's
anything, although whispering "don't worry,
population could spread out again, carried by
it's not going to happen". No guarantee. Even
squirrels, marmots, mice or terrorists. You can be
Thomas has changed. Everybody can do a lot of
infected by people just breathing or sneezing
terrible things, under pretext of being honest.
in your direction. Ghosts would never do such
I can remain honest towards myself. None of
horrible things.
these lines are autobiographical. I'm only
I mean polyester ghosts.
inventive. My imagination is capted. I collect
I just poured myself another whisky in my
it in the air. I borrow it for free public use.
waiting glass. Writing to you I picture myself.
It's about you and me somewhere outside in the
Am I so unbearable ? Meanwhile,
middle of what I think is nowhere. After all,
I hope to encounter some truth. It's as if I'm
that's the place we're heading to. Let me dwell
writing just before an air crash or an
a little further between the conceptual and the
earthquake. I hear Thomas, who never believes
abstract. This is where I feel best and meet my

preferred companions, ghosts. Remember, one day
discussing the development of La Ultima Cena
you to may turn into a ghost. Help me, get lost
with Albert Szukalski. Andy Warhol and Yves
and come back later for approval or damnation.
Saint Laurent were sitting next to us sipping
There's no other way when you encounter a
Dry Martini's in complete silence. They acted
person like me. At this very moment, while
as one night Messiahs once again. One night was
walking in the garden, twelve silent white
enough. The Last Supper would be made by our
species are playing under the clouds with grey
positive thinking, his work and my promotion.
fading tones. The sun comes wondering through
More than twenty years later I am writing about
small holes between purple and blue. I feel new
it. It feels odd. I had this dream to join
compositions moving faster than Formula 1 cars.
these handmade companions in the present as
Formula 1 pilots are the Messiahs of only one
well as in the past. Never in the future. I'll
speedy afternoon teasing death.
never be a ghost. I think they hate me for
I sat in "La Mamounia" in Marrakech,
offering you their most intimate thoughts. I

can live with it. I hear them saying I'll burn
The work just had to be done. Time made it all
in hell. Situations constantly fly away and
positive, and it feels good.
return in and around my house, in the woods and
Shall I ever have to leave this work of art ?
in my mind. I keep watching. I feel we'll
Will they once go to Sotheby's or Christie's ?
forget and deny each other again. Sometimes
Will they live in the Louvre, the MOMA, the
we'll need each other. If we want to be the
Guggenheim ? I don't know, and that's just
architects of tomorrow, we have to build on
fine. The less I know about the future, the
memories and existing values. The relationship
more creative I can be. Twelve people, or even
between Albert Szukalski and myself has always
thirteen, never get along. Too much voices.
been a difficult one. He was lost while I felt present. He was
Even Leonardo set them up in groups of three,
drunk while I had other priorities on my mind. But
supervised by the lonely leader. Was he lonely?
there's always been a doomed attraction between us.
For sure, all leaders are lonely. Did he die
Our real ghosts had made the decision for us.
the day before or on Pesach ? I don't know.

Anyway, these uncertainties feed speculations,
chair. Sometimes ghosts lose some
which feed creativity. Good. He's lived a
polyester. So we restore them. They feel no
perfect life. They tell us he was a good man.
pain. They all have this attitude of self
How about today ? How do people live now ?
evasiveness. It helps them to stay independent.
Anger, fear, lies, corruption, pollution,
They are the originals of today with a new set
drugs, ... The worse has still to come. Just
of independent values. They have a sordid
think about bacteria-wars. Meanwhile, meeting
appetite for the open air, although breathing
my ghosts I can feel a clear and clean
without using oxygen. They are pregnant of
atmosphere. It feels like singing in the rain
presence, being infertile of real life. Hey .
or dancing in the sunlight. A plane crashed
What does that mean ? Real life . All I know is
in Singapore. Three hundred and four dead.
they will never get cancer. They don't bother
Every day cars and people keep
about chemotherapy. They can't be manipulated.
crashing, while my gardener repairs Andrew's
But they use horror talk. They make my

dilemma's grow. I guess I have some questions left
then the bad vibes disappear again. Snow is
in me. Wondering about them, surrounded by
stronger than bad radiations. It's springtime
contaminated air and dying nature, helps me
in winter again. It's joyful to look around,
elect them as constructive beings. They
walking between daffodils and ghosts. They
always look fashionable. They have
look young and vital today. I can feel all
no face, no wrinkles, no pimples.
parastatical dust disappearing, enhancing my
I'm waiting for snow. They are gorgeous covered
moral conscienceness. Just imagine my ghosts
with blue snow. On very cold days they look
as reformers. They are my open book. All books
like funeral attendants. These kind of funerals
grow from within. You're inside the words I'm
are light and funny. Nobody seems to move,
telling. The same is true for sculptures, or
nobody gets buried. We feel the distress of
any kind of heart in art that matters. We
negative others carried by air, we sense their
function as our own tabloid, bla-bla-bla,
bad feelings moving around us, touching us,
partly blood, partly polyester. I wonder

without curiosity what we really are. I remain
what others think we do. We hardly pay any
a jumped-up, public school kid, working on
attention to each other. What we offer is what
myself. I happen to know I'm multiple. I have
it's all about. You have to jump into it.
broken down most of my fences. I'm the burglar
Absolute thinking. Forget about vodka. This is
of my proper alarm clocks. I deal with personal
your prime location for your next moving life.
justice for my personal insecurity. I tackle
Move.
anything of interest to enforce my personal
A mixture of birth, sex, war, and funerals,
culture and way of thinking.
many funerals. Cultivate the funerals in order
So does Allbirth, I mean Albert Szukalski, no,
to grow into them. Once you have discovered the
I mean Allbirth Szukalski, whatever, you
formula of death, you can escape from it. It's
understand me. After twenty years of wondering
all about imagination. For more information
I know him, maybe not enough, but I happen to
don't call me but try to extend yourself. It's
know neither of us pays much attention to
all around us, it's in the air, the atmosphere,

the stratosphere, in space. Be an astronaut.
CHORAL CHORE SEVEN
While I go on teasing my ideas about Albert
Szukalski's ghost-sculptures, I keep
looking for explanations the artist probably
never thought about. I suddenly hear my
television scream that killings around the
globe continue. That's news. During the past 18
months Mexico has seen the kidnappings of some
sixteen businessmen, the assassinations of a
reform minded presidential candidate, the
murder of a Catholic cardinal by drug-cartel
hit-men, seen a bloody gorilla uprising and,

not to forget the horror in the streets of
contrasts, even on destruction. Art, real art I
super polluted Mexico City where kids and
mean, is a reaction provoking more reactions,
elderly people are frequently killed for
which make the stupid scared and angry. I go on
peanuts. Authorities are aware of the salaries
being productive. Productivity and creativity
contract killers are getting for serious jobs.
melt well together. Every line of this writing
Awards between 15.000 US$ and 25.000 US$ are
is work. I have to work to get to some form of
frequently being mentioned. The fact that
understanding. I believe that by expressing
myself, vibrations will start a new life of
Albert Szukalski gets more for a ghostsculpture
these days than those hit-men for a
wondering and questioning for others, ready to
cold blooded murder satisfies me.
think about the unexplainable. Life is variety.
The peacefulness of these ghosts puts the
Every day I can look at my ghosts in another
contrast of bestial man-slaughter so heavily on
perspective. I feel we are leading energy to
my mind. Anyway, all creation is based on
new encounters. While writing these lines I'm

enjoying a sandwich with Gouda, as a
love, and for sure open your mind. I can
respect all ideas passing through my mind, as I
delicate breakfast. Suddenly I see a gunmanghost
storming into my office, but I go on
respect the Pacific Ocean I can swim in. I
typing. I identify him as sent by Karl Marx,
respect the power of the ocean as I respect my
who is not a friend of the house. Remember, I'm
own unlimited mind. The only weak link in me is
a capitalist-publisher. Millions of my books
me, one of those other me's. I'm nothing. I
sleep or circulate through Europe and Canada in
wouldn't be the host of these famous ghosts if
four languages. Sometimes money finances the
I wasn't thinking this way. I wish to consider
artist and not the gunmen. Call it my choice,
myself as a 135 million year old dinosaur, more
but your free choice ends here, if you start
present today than ever, but I'm nothing, I'm
financing evil, you'll end up being a prisoner
water, I'm fire, I'm dust. We all happen to
in your own mind. Financing art leaves you more
live in an imperfect world filled with battered
options, it will help you breath, run, sleep,
wives and drunken husbands who think as in

B-rated movies, where females are used for
how I can go on writing about my product of
exhibitionism, and they even like it. Some reports
eternity, while we're surrounded by so many
mention today that over three million women are
corrupted people, hypocrites and cowards, not to
battered in the US every year. Whether the
mention the terrorists against whom the charges will be
numbers are right or exaggerated, doesn't change
dropped at the United Nations.
the fact that this sadistic problem exists on a
Does it give you a good feeling to know the name of
mainstream scale, as do dildo's, perfumes,
your ancestors ? Does it make you a special
le bois de Boulogne and SM. Illiterates are buying
person carrying that certain name ? Whether
black leather. Right nowI feel as if Albert Szukalski's
you're handsome or not, it doesn't change the
ghosts are a white silent answer to major fundamental
fact that you'll remain helpless, stuck with
problems of today. The present emptiness of my
your deepest frustrations. You depend on your
polyester friends is full of questions.
boss, everybody has a boss, and your monthly
Sometimes I don't understand myself. I wonder
paycheque to survive, but you know you can't

ely on the man. Sometimes you can rely on
some objects are already travelling towards us.
friends, sometimes. I suggest you try your
Don't you ? Let's keep digging. As long as we
paranoia as a higher form of awareness. I'll
can use our energy for experiments related to
repeat it, so I truly hope you won't miss
the mind, our future and fantasy aren't in
it in your awareness anymore.
danger.
Try paranoia as a higher form of awareness.
Lets function, so we can consciously experience
I suggest you try living on the limit of yes
plenty of inner and outer combinations. Between
and no. It may seem a little dangerous at
us there is no evolution or revolution, no
first, but you'll get used to it. You’ll find
madness. We accept each other as breathing, air, water.
your bad dreams have to turn into reality, as
All objects are reinventions of the mind. For
far as reality exists. Is that harmony ? Why
Albert Szukalski the polyester forms and the
don't we try to get as close as possible to the
suggestion of his objects are his concept of
idea of the not yet dead-living object? We feel
reinventing Leonardo da Vinci. The goal is to

understand the present origin of the object. It
writing result of acting and producing in a
has to be our goal to understand the psychology
spatial location somewhere in my mind on earth
of forms related to our mind. The eternal
and other undefinable situations. Why not just
continuity of the forms and suggestions will
be a spatial being acting on earth ? It sure
disappear and return as sea-waves, reborn in our
would be a lot easier. Wondering like this
ever returning human or inhuman condition,
about Albert Szukalski's ghosts gives the
depending on new waves, materials or
feeling I'm as much involved in The Last Supper
(trans)formations. Am I translating ideas as if
as the sculptor himself. It has to be this way,
the universe became part of myself ? Am I
if not, I couldn't reflect about wine and
getting closer to the real nature of cosmic
bread, the essentials, as I try to do. Did I
vibration ? Not as a human being but as an
mention wine and bread ? What I'm trying to say
is that I'm having the sensation, since many
unearthly writer ? For sure, I'm a spacewriter,
a writer and never an author. I'm the
years, to be very intrinsically about this

extrinsic matter which by itself is born
CHORAL CHORE EIGHT
intrinsic. More or less, and I never want to be
too sure.
The plastic presence of The Last Supper is
dominated by vibrations. Otherwise there would
be no relation. I'm aware of being atomic in
the existing and expanding universe. Life is
getting more and more complicated. Until now
scientists were talking about the atom
containing a nucleus surrounded by neutrons,
protons and electrons. By the end of the
century they hope to develop an accelerator
which will help them in their quest to explain
the structure of all matter as well as its

origin, but I think it won't change a thing
strangers. A study from the US Justice
about the mystery of art and heart. Not knowing
Department mentions only 5,000 abductions in
will remain unbearable, just like starvation.
the same year. Who's lying ? Which one do you
A famous report called "Survey of Childhood
prefer to believe ? Even if reports were
Hunger in the U.S.A." mentions a study
correct, we would have a hard time believing
stating that 11 million American children under
them.
the age of 10 have to be considered at risk of
Progress and violence seem to go hand in hand.
hunger. This means one out of four. It's hard
Hundreds of thousands of people are enjoying
to believe, while writing about ghosts with a
improved eyesight after they were treated by
full stomach. Is it really true, or is it just
laser technology. That's not a lie.
a gimmick to make some money in one way or
I often want to reconsider my views on art.
another ? In 1984 Senator Paul Simon told
What does art stand for ? Van Gogh and Seurat
Congress that 50,000 children were abducted by
are dead but alive as immortal artists. So are Schubert's

Lieder.
excess. The easy is elaborated. The easy is
I do dare think that Enzo Ferrari, Mozart, Edison, Graham Bell,
perfection. Am I a ghost myself ? And what
Barnard, Fleming, Einstein, Malcolm X, Andy
about you ? When too much energy flows out of
Warhol, Frank Sinatra are by far more
your body, you'll be affected by the energy
interesting, were greater men. I can hear your
surrounding you. This way we are being
consternation. By now you probably want to
fashioned by cosmic creativity. We are
leave the theatre or throw this mind report away, but
manipulated by our search for unknown
if you go on with me you'll bath in a territory
sources, where it all comes from. By admitting
of freedom, made to exaggerate the simplicity in
so, we can create objects and words. We can
life and to dispose of the complicated.
model truth and lies, in the search of being
K.I.S.S. Keep It Super Simple.
exiting towards ourselves. When I look at The
Let our ghosts be the sophisticated, kind of
Last Supper I feel at ease and breath
spaghetti addicted lie-detectors. Life remains
peacefully. I can even drink wine and eat a

piece of bread. I'm instant made God, as Nescafé. Simple act.
I can think as a child. Only artists can. I
don't make part of the commercial system. I
make it my business not to accept the mass
media rules. I'll find out for myself. The
spiritual growth of The Last Supper comes from
being aware of myself, as unlimited.
CHORAL CHORE NINE
The only error Szukalski committed building his
ghosts was not to make them in gold. I should
have thought about that myself. This would have
impressed the ordinary majority. Polyester ?
They don't understand it. Their behaviour is
programmed to appreciate gold, marble and other
bourgeoisie values.
Creativity is unpredictable, the results are
always interesting jokes. Forms are rarely what they look
like. The outside is made by the inside. In
creativities I can feel power and meaning.
Creativity teaches me what I feel. Creativity

allows me to build and to meet feelings.
breath out I return to the air. When I breath in
Creativity is my vital source, stimulating my
everything returns to the earth. What
energy. My spirit starts breathing while I run.
constantly remains is the sea within me. I
Under the cold shower I get hot. Part of my energy
remain aware of my connections to energy. I
becomes matter. What I'm breathing is the
remain connected to the birth of the universe.
intimate smell of sky, earth and sea. Parts of
My love has to be connected, as does my hate.
cosmic energy circling around enter every day
Suddenly I grasp the essence of these apostles.
in my thoughts, like sound waves through calm
They are sheets. I have slept in those sheets.
waters. I will always be receptive for the free
Sheets of the night of love, of pillow talk, of
flow of ideas. I feel that what I have seen and
passion. Sheets of sorrow, of sleepless nights.
registered has been fertile. My discipline will
Only white sheets of course. Sheets to be alone
remain beyond work. What I'm writing is my
with my dreams. Sheets. The place where you
breathing of the cosmic energy. When I
forget one place from another. The cockpit

sheets of my black box travelling to other planets.
not another life. It's just my own life on a
Towards different encounters with different
different level of awareness. It is not
voices. Persons, concepts, never to return. The
always the same person leaving my sleeping
white sheets of ever new encounters. Familiar
body. It's probably something ghostly I have
but never recognised. They make me younger. I
within me. Not too much, but enough to wonder
don't know what we talk about. I open my eyes, and you
about it.
are gone. Sometimes the conversation comes
I don't know myself. I know my substitutes even
back. Almost every night I'm looking forward to
less. Many possibilities remain. I like that
the new encounters, in new places. I never know
but it's very complicated. My life is
where. I imagine it all happens outside the
complicated. It has to be like that. I know
bedroom. Maybe somewhere above the house, above
it's the best way for me to function working on
the trees. It is always a place without walls,
the balance and the wonderful encounters
of course. Open encounters for open minds. It's
walking into my destiny, leaving me messages.

I am aware of intelligence. When it's around I
I'm aware of my attention and practice in
use it. Of course. I pay attention to a lot of
sleeping between my sheets and wondering inside my
things. Love. Hate. Goodwill. Badwill. War.
ghosts. When I return to conscienceness I
Peace. I can smell it before it's around.
realise I'm a blot of protoplasm somewhere in
Sometimes I expand my territories. The same
the universe. I'm writing you from Belgium,
system works with art. Although system is a
near Antwerp city, only two miles from the
bad word when talking about art, but it is the
Dutch border. What does that mean ? It doesn't
truth. Art is a system in itself. A work of art
mean anything, except maybe that now you have
is never an individual act. Art is around us
something to hold on to. Visions often
and I know I can capture it. I can attract it
disappear the moment you realise their
to me. I don't remember whether it was
presence. They turn around, sometimes show
Szukalski who attracted me or the opposite,
up again. The same happens with my ghosts.
when we started La Ultima Cena.
Sometimes I wonder whether I'm programmed for

these returning visions. I grow in depth. The
instead of showing what we are. Am I a derivative
apostles have a different meaning to me, everyday.
of my others ? I feel I'm growing over the past
We change constantly.
lines. I haven't faked. It's part of an
I am full of deficiency. I'm breathing badly.
evolution. For many years wonderful things are
My view is uncertain. I even hear the wrong
happening to me. I have no expectations but
sounds. But the place in which I live is
keep wondering nevertheless. My pre-built dreams
excellent. It's my body. My mind can fly in and
are solid and practical. They are the defence
out freely. It's very normal, since I don't
against savages. I see Philip talking to
know myself. My selves fly in and out so often,
Mattheus and Bartolomeus outside in the garden.
I don't even consider following them around.
Their silence is timeless. It's the essence of
This ignorance makes me want to learn. Every
no time at all. Their behaviour is the essence
day I'm acting, even when I'm writing. It's a
of non-existence.
profound experience. It proves what we aren't,
Knocking on their polyester sheets, I can

sometimes feel their solid minds. Knocking on
Forms growing into others. A non-understanding
them is the symbolism of vanishing,
slipping into awareness.
disappearing in fusion. I'm not yet fully aware
When I was a kid birth, death and rebirth were
of these areas. They make me uncertain at
already on my mind. I used to say "The day I'll
times. I'm at too many places at the same time.
be old, science will have found a system to
I don't know whether I can stand the impulses
keep us alive." It's not true. They haven't
of the many attractions. Too many directions on
found it yet. They cannot even cure an ordinary
my compass. The isolation of my growing
flue. Why are we so scared of dying ? Anyway,
focuses. I never aim for accomplishments my
I'm not. I know I will live longer than my life
growth wouldn't be able to handle. But, there
for example. I'm more accomplished in these
is no end. At this moment my way of being
matters. I'm so possessive, I want to possess
creative is being extremely attentive.
life longer. I'm not much of a teacher, but I
Especially to forms, existing and becoming.
can fix many items in life. I feel power. The

energy does not disappear. Not even on the
Only my eyes keep us together.
surface. Being in the neighbourhood of my
Ignorance has left me. I no longer copy the
ghosts I feel a mixed flow of our energies
errors of others. I share my own natural vision.
through my body. I feel fulfilled perfecting
I'm becoming part of my ghosts. I have become
my awareness of space.
aware of their level. La Ultima Cena is now a
I don't read newspapers anymore. Neither do I
realistic part of my life. It even protects me.
vote. I lost all sense of melodrama. But I do
Being a kid I was convinced I would die young.
listen to voices, integrated in my flesh-house.
Growing older I learned to live with the
Running I look at myself from the outside. I
nonsense of death. Now I'm living young. I
avoid getting physical. I try not to interfere
control my body. All long distance runners do.
with the natural efforts. My mind observes
Being reasonable keeps me healthy. I believe my
my body from a close distance. To practice this
own words. Real words remain silent in sacred
form of interaction gives me perfect freedom.
times. The more I run, the more I write. This

allows me to slow down from time to time.
CHORAL CHORE TEN
It's raining outside. It looks as if the ghosts
are dancing in the rain. It makes them look
distracted, which of course they are not. Their
forms are more fluid than ever. They affect me.
The garden smells very green. Ecology is a long
forgotten dream, but these creatures pretend to
be in perfect balance with their surroundings.
I can even smell their organs when I'm absent
and writing about them. That's because all
molecules are always around, floating. I can
call them up. They're on right now. My mind and

hands are part of their sensitive system.
young. Time flows in and out like breathing
Systems are always overwhelming. They are the
fresh air. Watches are extravagant fantasies. I
only thing that remains. Invented by religion,
can circle, because I have no roots. I'm inside
we are slaves of systems.
and outside, of myself and of others. I move
As an individual I was isolated by
through time, being part of the heritage.
individuality. Fighting the system
I'm not enough of an animal. I should be. I would run better.
systematically I found pleasure in creativity.
I will surpass the errors of nature. They don't
Sex was neutralised, for special occasions. We
apply on me, just as they don't apply on
eliminate outside rules, fight the system and
polyester apostles.
experience emotions. New harmonies are found
I'm growing. My awareness is composed of
after the fight is over. We don't miss time,
trillions of years of evolution. The errors of
since we are in it. We are time. This keeps us
nature are our agility to fight the very system

of it. Bodies and minds develop mutual
CHORAL CHORE ELEVEN
attentions. We reconnect what was lost by being
creative. For me being creative is using my
attention. It's relaxing.
THE SAND IS REAL WET.
THE BEACH SEEMS SAD A KIND OF LONELINESS.
LOOKING AT A BROKEN PLASTIC COMB.
THE COLOUR OF THE BROKEN COMB IS RED.
THE SHIFTING OF MY EYES WONDERING.
AMONGST DRIFTING WOOD WITHOUT COLOR.
THE DRIFTWOOD HAS NO LIFE ANY MORE.
THE ATLANTIC AT PALM BEACH IN FRONT
OF CHARLY'S CRAB FEELS MOURNING.
I SEE A CARCASS OF A DOG OR WHAT ?
A LITTLE FURTHER THREE SURFERS HAVE DARING FUN

GLIDING OR DISAPPEARING INTO THE UNTOUCHABLE
I ASK MYSELF WHAT KIND OF TASTE OF SALT.
MOTHER OF PEARLS.
THE CRYING RAVENS ABOVE MY WINDY HEAD SING.
THE TALL OR IS IT THE TALE ? OF TORNADO GORDON
DO THEY WANT ME OR THE CRAB-MEAT ?
HAS GONE.
I TELL MYSELF THAT IN THE SUB TROPICAL HEAT
I THINK THE TALL IS STILL DOING CRAZY SO BE IT.
BUT WHERE ? MORE SOUTH IN MISSOURI ?
FIVE PELICANS DIVING FOR FISH MAKE ME WONDER
AND LOOK AROUNDFOR POPCORN.
THERE'S ALWAYS THE SOUND OF SMASHING WAVES
BUT MY FOOTPRINTS ALREADY ARE GONE NO WAY.
I SAY NO WAY.
WHILE BITING MY CRAB-MEAT SANDWICH I TASTE.
THERE IS ONLY DEFEAT.
BUT IT'S A KIND AND WARM DEFEAT WITH LOTS OF
ICE IN MY DRINKS I CAN RECOVER FROM THE WOUNDS.
I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE WORN LIGAMENTS IN MY
KNEES BUT THE WOUNDS IN MY MIND.
FROM A BROKEN HEART GOING WILD.
MY MARRIAGE IS DEAD AND MY FIVE WIVES ALIVE.
IN THE COURTYARD OF THE BRAZILIAN COURT
I LOVE A MAGNIFICENT HIBISCUS.

FAINTING EVERY DAY.
BUT I HAVE ART AND HEART FEELS FEAR.
I AM A SEQUESTERED MAN BETWEEN THE TENSIONS
ON THE TOP OF MY IMAGINARY PYRAMIDS
OF ATHLETIC ENERGY AND PAGAN ETHICS.
I FALL BEFORE I CONSIDER MYSELF CRUEL.
I WANT TO PARALLEL THE ROYAL PALM TREES
SELLING MY ANDROGYNOUS BEHAVIOUR IN WORDS.
AND THE FAST FOOD SPECIALS OF THE DAY.
MISSING IN HORRIBLE SILENT CRIES WHAT ALWAYS
AROUND ME ALL HOT PERSONAL ROTTING GRACE
SEPARATES US FROM YOU & HER DESIRE& HITLER
I INVENT SANDY SALTY WORDS.
& SPERM.
A KIND OF SOLITARY DANCINGIN EXCESS.
AS HUMAN BEINGS IN HORRIFYING SOLITUDE.
DEAD SLOW WALKING PALE MEN AND WOMEN
WHERE THE SUN SETS EVERY EVENING
WALKING IN FANCY GOLF OUTFITS DON'T READ ME.
IN UNTOUCHABLE MIRRORS OF FIRE.
THEY CANNOT BE CANNIBALISED BY MY
AND SELF-EX-ISLE.
CONTRADICTORIES AND FEAR ABOUT ABOVE THERE
UNTILL TOMORROW.
IS NO GOD.

CHORAL CHORE TWELVE
THE STREETS OF NEW YORK ARE CERTAINLY VIRUSLY
CRITICS & AUTO-CRITICS IN BODY-WALKING-TALKING
WORSE THAN MY RHETORIC RUNNING AROUND PALM
BLUFF MY ABSTRACTIONS ARE HUNGRY AND
BEACH AND NUDE BEACHES WITHOUT SEX ALTHOUGH IN
DEMONSTRATE WE WANT MORE WE WANT MORE
KITSCH CASTLES HORSE I CAN BE RAPED BECAUSE
WE WANT MORE CONSIDERING THE BEAUTY OF THE
THERE ARE MORE THAN JUST A FEW ANIMALS LEFT OR
DOUBLE HIBISCUS IS NOT ENOUGH IS NOT ENOUGH
RIGHT IN THE STATE OF ORANGES SINCE ALL JUICY FRUIT
JUST WITH A RED MARINA PETAL HEART CLOSE TO
IS CANNED AND EPIGRAMMATIC CLOSE TO LATINO RUINS
AN YVES SAINT LAURENT LIP STICK I'M LIVING IN
AS TIME CUTS MORE AND MORE UMBILICAL CORDS IN
ABSENCE A PRISON OF MISSING SENSES BUT TENSION
A COMPREHENSIVE PROMISE OF PROMISES EVEN BEFORE
WHILE THUNDER IN ME I AM STORMING FOR
YOU'RE DEADLY GONE I'M CONSCIENCE OF MY INNER
UNCOMPUTERISED REAL I TRY TO ESCAPE AS
CARING FOR EXTRAVAGANCE SPOILED BY OUR HYPO-
ACCOMPANYING A COUPLE OF LIGHT-WEIGHT PELICANS

FLYING AWAY FROM MY EXERCISES IN DARKNESS AND
FETISHISM.
FITNESS EXHAUSTED FEELINGS FALL APART FOR WORSE
AND WORSE PROJECTING SAVAGE SCENES OF PSYCHIC
“WHEN THE GODS WANT TO PUNISH US,
THEY ANSWER OUR PRAYERS”
Oscar Wilde
TURBULENCE THERE IS NO DEAL ONLY COMPLICITY
ONLY COMPLICITY ONLY COMPLICITY EATING
I SWITCH ON TELEVISION ON CNN I'M EXPATRIATED
OVERCOOKED PASTA A WAY OF BARBARISM AND AWAY
IN A BORROWED WORLD OF WORDS BUT I DON'T LIKE
OF BARBARISM.
COMMON SENSE THE GRASS IS ALREADY TOO MUCH OF
MAY I DARE SAY I RETURN UNDER COVER PROVOCATIVE
YELLOW WE ALL LOOK KIND OF STRANGE READING THE
AS FAR AS POSSIBLE MORE AND MORE THAN EVER AS
DAILY NEWS ALL WE SEE AND MEET FULL OF INERTIA
EVER IS THE ONLY THING THAT EXISTS WHILE WE THE
FALLEN ASLEEP WITH COCKTAILS SHAKEN AND STERILE
SPECIES ON EARTH APPEAR JUST BEFORE WE
THAT'S WHY I RUN AWAY TO ENERGISE ME MY MIND IS
DISAPPEAR PRAYING IN CHURCHES CROSSED BY
FILL OF HORROR AND VULGARITY THANKS TO YOU

HIDDEN PERSUADERS AND MORE PUBLICITY
AND THE SO CALLED SOUL IF I SEE WHAT PEOPLE DO
I FEEL THE AMALGAM AGAIN OF BEING A WRECKAGE
ME OR THE RACE CAR A.C.COBRA 289 5L SMALL BLOCK
TO EACH OTHER WHILE PLAYING BASKETBALL AROUND
THE CORNER LOOK THEY ARE KILLING FOR FIFTY POOR
I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE IT WAS I DIED WAS IT
DOLLARS THEN THEY TAKE A CAB GO DANCING DOWN
SIVERSTONE OR INDIANAPOLIS OR SIMPLY IN MY
TOWN AFTER ALL THE WORLD LOOKS SILLY PUSHED
HOUSE IN THE WOODS LOST AS A REBORN PHOENIX
AROUND AND TURNED UPSIDE DOWN SOMETIMES I FEEL
UNEASY LOOKING FOR FIRE BUT THERE IS NO HOPE
LIKE AN ELEVATOR GEARING USELESS BETWEEN TOP
THE UMBILICAL CORD WILL ALWAYS BE CUT I'M NOT
AND BOTTOM I HAVE BEEN IN SPACE ALREADY MORE TO
REFUNDABLE THE MERCHANDISE UNRETURNABLE AND I
SAY I HAVE BEEN OVER THERE FOR ALWAYS KIND OF
DON'T HAVE INSURANCE FOR THE DEEP WOUND LOST
LIVING IN THE UNIVERSE BUT I DID NOT KNOW
WITHOUT THE ETERNAL WOMB MY HANDS FILLED WITH
ACKNOWLEDGE THE FACT FOR SURE I MUST HAVE BEEN
BLOOD FORGIVE ME FOR HAVING LOST MY BLACK
TOO SCARED AND STILL I AM NOT ACCEPTING MY
LEATHER GLOVES WHILE KILLING THE DEVIL IN ME
SUBJECTIVE REALITY A METAPHOR SHINING IN A

GLASS OF CABERNET-SAUVIGNON FROM LIBERTY SCHOOL
OR MONDAVI.
WHILE I CAN SMELL AND TASTE IT ALL DRINKING
MORE OF IT THE MESSAGE CIRCLES IN MY MOUTH WHILE
I WATCH THE GROWING GRAPES TAKEN CARE OF IN THE
NAPPA VALLEY AS I KEEP CIRCLING I DON'T KNOW
ANYMORE WHERE THIS KIND OF EARTH IS ABOVE OR
UNDER ME MY PRESENT STATE OF MIND
TO BE AN ENIGMA THROWING UP ABSTRACT ERUPTIONS.
THE END
(NEVER ENDS)
KAPELLENBOS 1994
PALM BEACH 1995 WALTER BECKERS

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