King Loud

January 5, 2010

I am not an uncommon man.
I am not a common one either.
Two negatives. I stand on that.

My Fool will now approach the throne:

It is the names we give to God, our names
That address him. God was nameless once.

But God—he whispers in my ear alone—
Has fled the castle and the country, God
Bleeds in another realm, you know that.

(Aloud): God lies.

While dominion should remain with God,
This province of names,
Of giving names, must be mine.

My Fool will bring the cats forward.

Their names are Salazar and Submission.
Their names are Squire Friar and Prince Lear.
Their names are Left Behind, With Dread, Sometimes,
Ghost and Gossip. Greater Good and Whimsy.

(Upstage): My Lord thinks names are like horses—
They whiney.

(Thinks): Like broken horses…

For once, your words will not be cowards,
For once language expands —and expands
Into the empyrean—it stays so…

The names can be ‘necessity’, the names
Can be ‘redundancy’, they can be closed
Kingdoms and locked doors,
Walls in a faulty fortress.
What they cannot be are just names.
What they cannot be are just sentences.

There are just sentences, my lord.
They are made of sentience.

Does My Fool overstep his reach?

My Lord, these are but proper nouns. What remains
Is improper…

(Loud, shouted): Speech is common, Fool!

Aye, common speech is foolish and foolish speech common.

(Aside): …and loud speech more common and
Foolish yet.

(I of course have heard all this):
Does ‘aye’ mean ‘yes’, my Fool?

Methinks so, Your Lordship.

‘Methinks?’ Surely it’s ‘I think’, Fool.
‘Methinks’ must be archaic.

Aye, it is ‘I’ that thinks, My Lord…
(The Fool gives pause to think.)
…but unless I see it with both eyes
Neither I nor eye can distinguish ‘eye’
From ‘aye’ from ‘I’—
So surely it is better for ‘me’ to think,
Then ‘I’ to think
—the fool winks—
Or so I think, your Lordship,
Methinks it so, aye?

You always have something to loose, My Fool.
Perhaps an eye for an aye…

Or a tooth for the truth…
Simple literacy would solve this, Your Majesty.
If my eye could see ‘I and I’.
It would be an informed               sight.

Right now space trembles when I write,
Holy Fool, it is right that I write alone…

…and Fool, no one can see ‘I and I’.
Leave that to the philosophers.

So I would be wrong to write, My King,
For it is wrong to write a wrong,
For two wrongs do not make…

(Loud): Enough! I am foolish enough
For both of us. Please stop singing in my head.

Fool (sings):
I and I…
Like apple pie…
Who will be the
Daughter of his eye?

(Chorus):
For I and I never lie.
The king will never leave.
I and I cannot die.
This I do believe…

His Daughter’s Eve
Brings no reprieve
And eve will come
When kingdom’s done
Because an apple cannot lie.

(Chorus):
For I and I never lie.
The king will never leave.
I and I cannot die.
This I do believe…

(Curtain)

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