 | Tweet |
| Tell friends about this blog entry | |
But being immortalized in a painting may not be a fate we all want to volunteer for
YVONNE: It’s hot and it’s monotonous.
LOUISE: I want my glasses.
FRANZ: This is not my good profile.
NURSE: Nobody can even see my profile.
CELESTE 1: I hate this dress.
CELESTE 2: The soldiers have forgotten us.
FRIEDA: The boatman schwitzes.
JULES: I am completely out of proportion.
SOLDIER: These helmets weigh a lot on us.
OLD LADY: This tree is blocking my view.
LOUISE: I can’t see anything.
BOATMAN: Why are they complaining?
It could have been raining.
DOT: I hate these people.
ALL: It’s hot up here
A lot up here.
It’s hot up here
Forever.
A lot of fun
It’s not up here.
It’s hot up here,
No matter what.
There’s not a breath
Of air up here.
And they’re up here
Forever.
It’s not my fault
I got up here.
I’ll rot up here,
I am so hot up here. …
I hate these people.
ALL: It’s hot up here
And strange up here,
No change up here
Forever.
How still it is,
How odd it is,
And God, it is
So hot!
…
DOT: Hello. George.
I do not wish to be remembered
Like this, George,
With them, George.
My hem, George. Three inches off the ground
And then this monkey
And these people, George-
They’ll argue till they fade
And whisper things and grunt.
But thank you for the shade,
And putting me in front.
Yes, thank you, George, for that…
And for the hat…