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Honey, Moon!
LIBRETTO

„How new mailmen were killed every day 
Touching poisoned postcards they sent
To each other"
(Patricia Lockwood, Motherland, Fatherland, Homosexuals, p. 11)


I BEGINNING

NARRATOR
Once upon a time there lived
A human being
Parents called it: SHE.
She didn't necessarily think that She was she,
But it was the name given by the rest of the world
and glued this identity on her body
as an envelope stamp.
Her dreams were a whole post office building.
Her mind was a castle with broken windows.
Her mouth was lake silt and debris.
Her chest was the rumble of running horses.
Her fingers held the curiosity of the whole world.
Her body was as a piece of marble
In the hands of a sleeping sculptor.
Her legs were a tree planted deep in the soil.
She has never gone out of her room.
And She knew - the reality will conflict with her feelings.
But once She dreamt of a silver cell.

CHOIR
A silver cell

A light in one's mind.
One moon -
One thousand light miles.

SHE
Far away
My doubts are like
Moaning darkness.
My doubts are like
Moaning darkness.
Mom's told me
I need to learn to climb up.
But why hasn't she told me
Which way to climb?
I have a matchbox in my hand.
No, thank you, my darlings,
I gotta go.


II MEETING A MONSTER

NARRATOR
Once you destroy something
doesn't mean you create
Something new.

I love NY, I love London, I love Berlin,
I love Paris, I love Tokyo, I love Vilnius,
I love Saint Petersburg, I love to love something
I love you.

She's got lost
While looking for an exit.

I love NY, I love London, I love Berlin,
I love Paris, I love Tokyo, I love Vilnius,
I love Saint Petersburg, I love to love something
I love you.

She's arrived at a megalopolis,
A city of poisoned postcards
Which all lie:

I love NY, I love London, I love Berlin,
I love Paris, I love Tokyo, I love Vilnius,
I love Saint Petersburg, I love to love something
I love you.

CHOIR
I love to love

MONSTER AND SHE
Tuesdays are the best.
Oh, hi.
I know it's not important now.
Bon apetite.

I know I look like a monster
But I'm not, believe me.
Of course.
Not.
Not.
Not.
Not.

My mother is the Red Sea,
A red sea full of blood.
Everything around me is blood.

Only the air is a white rose.
Yes, exactly.
And what?

My mother was the Red Sea,
A red sea full of blood.
Everything around me was blood.

I was a monster.
But not any longer.
Do I have to remember this?
You will be different there.
Among the skyscrapers,
In the city full of poets.
They eat paper and drink
Our blood.
Poets are real monsters.
Believe me, I know this.
I have loved a monster once.

My mother was the Red Sea,
A red sea full of blood.
Everything around me was blood.

Oh yes, but it wasn't me.
Was it?
Take an olive.
I called him the Gentleness of Death.
Maybe, next time you could use
some balsam for your lips?

My mother was the Red Sea,
A red sea full of blood.
Everything around me was blood.

I'm standing on my red shadow.
Will you disappear?
Yes, but will come back.
A tooth for a tooth?
You promise?
Maybe.
But maybe not.
Goodbye, my past.

My mother was the Red Sea,
A red sea full of blood.
Everything around me was blood.

There used to be days like this one, too.
You owe me.
No.
No-one liked you at school.


III VISITING CONTEMPORARY ART CENTER (CAC)

CHOIR
Your body
Bound or naked
Still waiting
Vagina Painting
White line
Red time
Body Tracks are
History snacks


[Kiss my Royal Ass
Leap into the void Grand Orgy
To wake up,
To hear
The sculpture's songs,
The body's notes.
Before the morning bless,
Take off the stress
From the mirror mess]


You appear
On display
Fake faces
Always rape
Death scene
New regime.

Switch on and off

On and off
Trans-fixed
Blind date
In Plato's Cave
Piss Christ
Will never rise

With my tongue on your cheek
Artist's breath
Artist's shit.


IV CHURCH RELEASE


CHOIR
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando judex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus!

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
Per sepulchra regionum
Coget omnes ante thronum.

SHE
If I am not in Hell yet,
Does Hell ever exist?

What do I look like when nobody can see me?

If I am not in Hell yet,
Does Hell ever exist?

My name has no name
Only Nobody can lose nothing.

SHE
If I am not in Hell yet,
Does Hell ever exist?


While dreaming, you are in your dreams,
When you wake up, the dreamland doesn't exist.

If I am not in Hell yet,
Does Hell ever exist?


V EROTICS DAY

HE
Sex is a way
Of getting to know someone better.

SHE
Ever seen a volcano?

HE
Active?
No.

HE
Lava can move as slow as nine hours
Per inch.

SHE
Turning from red to brilliant yellow?

HE
You're cold. Your hands are cold. And what about here?

SHE
No touching.
Enjoy it as cats do.


HE
(to the NARRATOR)
Keep your mouth shut!

SHE
What?

HE
(moaning sexually)
Titten berühren brüste
was werde ich jetzt nüste

SHE
Urinieren Lust
Ich will dich kust

HE
und schön I surrender püssen
lassen Sie mich dich küssen

SHE
oder du liebst mich bis
zum Ende des Lebens kis

HE
Was?

SHE
Vergessen Sie mich ficken
Fassen Sie mich nicht eine Kiten

HE
A ja!

SHE
Ja, ja!

NARRATOR
Off She goes through forests and seas,
Through shopping malls and traffic jams.
And suddenly She feels an overwhelming wish to...
Pee.
But all the ladies' rooms were busy
And had long lines of women who are
Suffering from abstention.
Ladies' rooms always seem busy, with their endless queues.
That's why she rushes into the men's room.

SHE
Under my feet - the streets
Under my streets - the pipes
The pipes like penises taken out of pants
in the men's rooms
They do it different, oh, not like this or like that
They do it standing ....
Pouring a stream of golden sun
Into the urine river...


VI LOST AND FOUND

CHOIR
You are.
You are you.
You are.
You are you.

SHE
Where am I?
Maybe I am lost again?

I'm not me.
I'm not me.
I'm I.
I'm not me.

I'll know where I am
Only when I have lost first.
Then I'll know for sure
Where I'm not.
Is is pataphysics?
What is it?

I'm not me.
I'm not me.
I'm I.
I'm not me.

But what if I'm not me?
But what if me isn't me?
I'm I.
I'm not me.

The shape of Africa has changed
America has gone to the circus
All were laughing but there were no clowns
In Egypt, the darkness
Has fallen on the pyramids.
I am so lost again.
So lost.

CHOIR
You are.
You are you.
You are.
You are you.


VII SHE AND HER MOTHER IN THE CHURCH

Hello, dear!
How are things?
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

Hi, Mom!
I'm fine.
Getting married.
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

Congratulations!
Thanks!
Getting married to whom?
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

Oh, cool!
So, you're marrying nobody?
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

Yes, the Moon.
Marrying yourself?
No, the Moon.
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

Right, I got it.
Just try not to worry.
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

When are you coming home?
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

Of course.
Only try not to be too late,
A lot of raping in the city.
With the sunrise.
To the Moon

Be careful.
So see you then.
With the sunrise.
To the Moon


CHURCH AND HONEY

CHOIR

Il domani tu sei futurani
Il mundo il muno perche
Tu arivuro il stupido chose
Choisendo neverendo
Neverendo

NARRATOR
I'm still in search of myself.
Your future is waiting for you.
The alphabet is long,
But life is short.
And not everyone can read.

SHE
I worshipped his mountains
That's why I thought
I'm part of his landscape.


CHOIR
O bellissimo girliato
Tu sei indipendiato
Ho capito tuto tuto
Tu sei jumping on batuto!

SHE
The taste of stars is toxic and the fresh
crystal honey
Wherever you touch, it'll be too much.
Golden, of course, entirely golden.

SHE
You listen with your ears,
With your hearing seashells.
Do listen again.
Rewind it again.
Play it again.

CHOIR
The silver cell.


„She almost died of loneliness until it gave her a mirror. The lake could be a mirror <...>. Would be perfectly still if I weren't in it.
(Patricia Lockwood, Motherland, Fatherland, Homosexuals, p. 26)

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