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THE PRINCES OF PRINCE STREET
"It’s something like what you felt like two days ago. Ponder that please, then tell me. What do you think of when you think of two days ago?"
music & lyrics by Andrew Hanley / book & lyrics by Anderson John Heinz
"My father left Paris in 1983. He took a brief sabbatical to a town in Thailand. He was in a bar and met a painter. Russian man who did portraits. Stav. Stav was enamored with my father, ya know. They became friendly. My father sprawled out in his claw foot tub, arms dangling, head back and loose, like a goddess from some other planet. Stav who did portraits called it Mile-Deep Bathtub."
"And he’ll kind of start- just like constructing- constructing in his mind, with things he sees, things we’re passing by, things he doesn’t see, random things, anything, talking about all these things he’s going to include and all these angles and what a sculpture of our day might look like, what my hair would look like if he bottled its essence in a pile of found objects. He’s really a kook. They’re weird. His sculptures."
LYMPH NODES WE LOVED TOO MUCH TO LET GO
"Yeah, he hugged me and when he did he grabbed my waist, tight with his hands. His fingers rubbed my bones, but then he dug his fingers into me, in a way that kinda hurt, into the, space between my waist and my groin. I did feel my body sort of melt, in that moment. Bend. Maybe that's kind of feminine, maybe I am, maybe that's being gay, or how I'm gonna be. I don't really know."
THE HOUSE OF BABY ALLEN
"We're gonna call it Roofie Roulette."
"Boys in purple are like gods. They are. They’re all like heroes. It makes ya weep. And everyone loves them. Everyone out they’re cheerin'. Every one of 'em. Whole school. Those boys are worshipped and adored. And my son was gonna have that. That was gonna be him."
WHAT'S WEST OF PROHIBITION
"I liked how it felt, and I liked how I looked. And I liked looking at myself from inside. Thought about a camera. Or how much, you know- I thought I’d love a movie still of me. Of him. Of Truth Allen Miller. Porcelain. Pristine. On people’s computer screens. I hope my father never finds the internet, Kimmy. I hope my father never finds the America online."
"I do wish I could find a VHS tape with more time on it- more whatever’s in there- so I could have Baby start it up at 6:30 so I could see Vanna White, and I used to think Pat Sajack had the most enviable job in the world- I still do I guess but Vanna does so little talking- maybe she’s got it better and that’s something I could do, turning letters, well tapping them now- but I’m not attractive."
HEY! I HEARD YOU WERE A WILD ONE
"I'm doing this new cleanse. It's called Thailand."
GOD OF PCB, 2009
"Some people, like some guys were really violent, like I wouldn’t say violent in a way that I was like necessarily scared but definitely like if they wanted to, they could really hurt someone, something, and it was like, well everyone was so, well just excited the whole time, kind of, amped, jacked, spiced, pumped up, very pumped, and you could kind of see that violence kind of peaking out, and maybe sometimes coming out, and that I found kind of scary but also I guess I also found it nice, and kind of like I wanted to touch it with the skin on the tips of my fingers, um."
THE BANQUET TABLE
"Said to myself, You better put down that champagne! Better stop taking so many sips, so many bubbles! Bubbles go flittin’ through my curls after they pass right up through my head! But it’s my night, and I’m the loveliest girl in this town or any other. And bubbles make my feet refuse to speak to my brain. We danced and we danced and we kissed and we danced and we laughed and we kissed, and I forgot where I was- and what dreams are- and what steps my feet were stepping- and that beneath me was black and white linoleum. To be quite candid, I was blissfully intoxicated. I didn’t even feel the rain. And I didn’t know who was around me or where I was- just that I was in white and I was a wife. When my eyes remembered what seeing was, I looked and saw mud. Brown. Brown, wet on the white! Brown, all covered and like the art of a beautiful child. And I saw arms and felt the water and remembered what thinking was and felt the flood. And I couldn’t see my love or anyone but arms with no faces and faces with no arms and shouts I couldn’t hear and my dress covered in the paint of a child I’ll never have and the banquet table. And I felt the arms lifting me, and I don’t know where I was- but I was the bride- and I was floating like my head- and I was blissfully intoxicated! And we forgot about the rain because you have to forget about the rain because the tables were set- and the flowers were arranged- and the tents were drawn- and everything was white- and rain is just water! And the arms found my body- and my body found this table- and it was my wedding- and my white was covered in mud- and the arms disappeared- and I wasn’t a wife- and I don’t know where I am."