Tác giả : Fall, The
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Visit of an american poet characters 
 
1 - narrator 
 
2 - poet 
 
3 - wife 
 
4 - zarenda 
 
5 - employee 
 
6 - neighbour 
 
7 - policeman 
 
(salem, frisco, prestwich) evil farce in three acts almost brian rixish in its semi cold ridiculous scenario 
 
Mes, overlapping voice 1 from 4: thus began the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of identity. (running and growling through the back end of 94 to 98 the sixth) and now to 
Ain. 
 
And now for a message in a room with access to all in san francisco 
 
Voice 2: another crooked smile. is music a disease? or is it just living in these soap opera times. they all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal. is this me? is this everyone i 
Ry crap commerce? everyone without love brought up in violence and drunkeness? why am i depressed? work hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 i'm owed. music, music i belong to music. why are t 
So many shit people in music? 
 
<keyb drone & piano abuse> 
 
<tinny taped voice, bits of it anyway> 
 
Yeah this is about mark, mark told me a story about the visitation of an 
American poet. she came round she came round. 
Into his arms she was nice she was nice.. 
(she was quite, a fucking good girl) 
But she had a nasty streak in her 
She turned nasty and made him a hostage in his own house 
Mark was being fucking, plagiarised and fucking black ------ in his own 
House 
(she had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat because she was an 
Amerian poet 
Then karl burns came round and she went all nice and cheerful 
She said to him, she said to him "yeah mark fucking hell yeah, bring your mates in" 
And karl came in and karl just wouldn't entertain this woman at all 
And markl said "no, stay a while karl, stay a while" (kill the icicles) 
Trying to put a message over to him saying 
"come on look don't you realise i'm in trouble here i need you here, 
I need you here, i need some support from me mate" and karl just 
Totally oblivious to this said "where's me money?. 
 
Mes: the visitation of an american poet 
Thus began a slow palaver subtle, unconscious in its loss of identity 
Running and growing through the back end of the years '94 to '98 (to six and now) 
 
To explain, where to begin, 
The soft green leaves (of massachussets) 
The visitation took place outside salem 
A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted peculiar 
It was (orson?awesome) 
Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from bloody thick from atlanta 
Turn that shower off 
Pure coincidence a&r man in same motel 
At dawn there is a knock at the door 
It is from salem the poet it is the second visitation 
 
Act 2 
 
I now had a bubbling black large seafood plate 
Sf type load of problems at my gate 
Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the left wriggling 
Small irritant 
Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordingly 
Remember that before five view points 
Would even step out of the house 
Frisco i was in frisco 
Chain gain 
Thompson (type held a visit) number two 
Second visitation seizure in hotel 
Excitement on face gut wrench hospital 
Cat odour lysergic acid smell 
(corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating delusional 
When mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor 
New alias monthly 
Spreadeagled in driveway 
Come up soon for the third visit 
That was in the future 
The visit of an american poet 
Gothic green goblin gnome 
Cast her adrift my first mistake 
Let her into the motel in frisco 
(where the baby green crap baby green to paris) - (.. .. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action taken out by four eight troops visually ----ing 4 5 --- form atlanta operating on the left 
Right flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and famous?infamous) body 
What's left their task's to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap 
Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping) 
Surprise visit this was the second 
Visit of second pincer 
You were so stupid smith you 
(this eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink scarlet smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious theory