Fiona Templeton/The Watcher Scene 14
The Veiled One’s still moving
Music on again
The Robed One
Head tilted backwards
Fingers flickering before his no eyes
The one of The Three faces backward
Caring for one of The Three who dances
Trembling
F f f f finding
Funny
The Robed One vomits it
From his toung
How can I describe everything that happens
When so much of it happens is not known?
Is not visible to me?
The Veiled One is crouching
Like a crawl of flesh
The Photographer photographs
The end of the message
The Minder circles the outside of the enclosure
Caught
They’re caught in the enclosure
I’m caught in the
Describing of the enclosure
Describing
Covering the information
I’m reporting from afar
I’m The Witness
You’re the witness
I’m the means of your witnessing
I’m witnessing your witnessing
The Veil almost rising
A stethoscope hanging from his ears
Taped to his breast like my friends catheter
Behind him arms also raised
Shapes like criss-crossing
Between the square of his arms
I can see through
The square of his arms raised
To his head
Her raised arms as she turns
Slow this time
Slow to a wave inside her body
A wave
Like a child
A wave like a baby
Compelled to move by newness
By new muscles
Or floating
Floating in a fluid
In amnesiac fluid
And the curtain falls
She enters
Is
Any
Body
There?
For a moment I heard the voice of The Medium
Standing at the back
Is he standing at the back?
Or is anybody there?
James Brown/The Medium Scene 14
And it’s also making me think about Cuba…
... I feel ... I feel this gentleman that I'm seeing... I feel that he’s, he's coughing or being sick and that I feel that his stomach... his stomach just feels... I don’t know if he’s been shot in his stomach but... it just feels like he’s... he's just sicking away his life force...
I have the sense of him on his knees and just thinking my God...
I feel really quite... I feel quite upset. I feel very... I feel emotionally overcome. I feel ... I feel very...upset...
I feel this man definitely died and… it just feels the extinguishing, the extinguishing of something very vibrant…
… I’m standing at the back of the theatre again, on the right hand side looking at the curtain…
Fiona Templeton/The Watcher Scene 24
Is any body there?
I still hear the voice of The Medium
In the space
Is he telling?
He’s not talking to you
Who’s he talking to?
You’ll hear him
Flicker-flicker-flicker-flicker-flicker-flicker away
Flicker-flicker-flicker where is he?
It’s as if he’s feeling his way through a space
The flickering knives of…
It leaves him
The tape has stopped
The communication from
Elsewhere has stopped for him
She bows
Low
Lifts
And
Stagger
A continued falling into the space
Backwards
Once every scene
Is the falling in?
She is the event
She is what happens
The others are
There in their bodies
Blinded
And bodied
The hands
Of the one with the veil
Are themselves disappearing
He turns them in
They have backs only
No palms
There’s a quiet on the stage
But I still can’t hear what the other voice is saying
Next time
The sound stops
I’ll give silence
The Masked One is staring at the television
Leaning over
As if fixed rigid in position
Fixed frozen
By the image….
The one rumble mumbling
How to say over with the sounds of below?
How to say out with the sound of in?
Mo-mellow-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m
M-m-m-m
Is almost touching him
Touching him frozen
She’s heat
He’s
Ice and waiting
Curtain
James Brown/The Medium Scene 24
but this is… this feels like it’s a long way back, it feels like… this feels like it’s perhaps Victorian days or early 20th century because I’m seeing his helmet, his helmet is like… it’s got a crest on it or horsehair or something like that, maybe the horse is involved in pulling a cart or something but I feel that… and I’m seeing a beard as well, maybe it’s red, it looks brown and red… quite a thick beard I’m seeing this gentleman’s got and er…he may have worked as a, as a, as a steward here as well, he may have done that… putting out fires for… it’s to do with putting out…
He was putting out fires, I feel…
… I’m at the back of the auditorium on the first floor on the left-hand side…
and er… I feel a lady but a young lady, a young lady who would have sold some kind of, some kind of food for the audience and I feel that she came from the east, the east of London, maybe quite far out and I’m hearing a name Jeanie or Jean, I’m not sure if this is her name but she doesn’t seem very tall, she looks quite short and she’s got her hair pulled back and it looks to me a little bit like a black… it looks like a black piece of material, lace or something, round her forehead and perhaps tying up her hair at the back… I don’t know what it’s called but her hair is pulled back and there’s some black thing around her forehead and I feel she’s got a tray that is fastened round her neck and… I feel that this is where she would have stood… I feel she would have stood and watched… as well as worked…