
by Zac Kline
The following can be performed by any number of performers,
inclusive casting is encouraged
words or spaces in [ ] are not spoken, but their intention is.
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Everest
I keep my phone on silent,
at all the times
so, when I take the photograph it doesn’t make a sound
Delancey and Elizabeth
Elizabeth and Delancey
I take the photograph and I think—immediately
about sending it to you, even though I don’t have your sound in my head anymore,
because I like to think, I’ve rid myself of your sound
Delancey and Elizabeth
Elizabeth and Delancey
the photograph has its own noise, black & white
quieter than colour
it’s a noise that I can stand
all I have is noise. all I am—
is noise.
and silence
is my Everest
I think I told you that, one night, early on
when we met up, went
walking Elizabeth and Delancey,
and ended up going back to your apartment,
you showing me your tattoo for the first time
there wasn’t so much noise back then,
it wasn’t noise, it was sound, it was song
[before I made it noise]
I take another photograph, one that I tell myself,
I won’t want to send to you, but—
I want to turn on my sounds, so I can hear it sending,
a noise piercing through all the others
I close my phone
turn my music up louder
it’s always loud, but it can be louder still
I try to leave it
Delancey and Elizabeth
Elizabeth and Delancey
Walk myself to the cinema on Ludow
so I can have that noise instead, that noise, to drown out all the others
the people waiting for the film are louder than before
the previews louder than before
it’s showing in 35mm tonight
and I hope I can make out the sound of the spools turning
the film clicking away
that will be a better sound
than my phone, my head, my memories, blaring, twin speakers,
all the time
as the feature is about to start, we’re told:
Phones Go Off.
We’re asked:
Do your phones dream?
Do we dream?
Do I dream in silence or noise?
In silent movies?
Are there still silent movies?
there are no more silent movies.
I try to take a silent film:
Delancey and Elizabeth
Ruining it with the sound of memory:
Elizabeth and Delancey
I called you: ‘Elizabeth’ one night,
so I could have your name out loud forever
have in front of me, like the street sign
and you said that was okay,
because it was going to end just the same
You singing:
[ ]
our favourite song
[ ]
knowing every word.
[ ]
Telling me that there is nothing wrong, except
…You keep asking for silence, and I kept asking for [noise]
Delancey and Elizabeth
Elizabeth and Delancey
a car horn yells, a City gets louder
I’m in the cinema on Ludlow, watching a movie alone,
holding the photograph in my hand
asking you outside one night:
Will you stay with me until the credits end?
We don’t have to talk after, we can just be.
as the picture rolls,
I look at the photograph
already sent
Will you stay with me three times longer than the film?
it’s 3 hours and 14 minutes long
but the rest after,
everything after,
it can all be silence.