Karmic Larceny

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APRIL 29, 2009

Georges lee Moore


Twilight (A small town in the Pacific Northwest)

Pope Ralph: I’ve done it, I’ve eased Karma from the space-time continuum into a corner of dark matter wherein it no longer shadows consciousness.
Without that shadow the past no longer need darken man’s present nor future. There are no ethical subplots tying us to cyclic neurosis’. We are free in a way never before experienced since the dawn of self-consciousness. That is, ‘till Eve’s apple obsession. Remember God? Remember after blinking His Cyclopic Eye, or absenting Himself, though He is omniscient, how the first two humans discovered they were naked? They fig-leafed their up till then immortal genitalia then God shouted, but also, oddly, asked (as if He didn’t know …) “Who told you are naked?” Who told you – you are naked! Who could have? Yet, their fleshy tools became the flowers of a new exile of desire. Thus began Karma. There’s no mention of frolickings, nibblings, nor coitus, though they may have strayed their innocent mouths into shadow places without creating a past! And God may have watched but felt no voyeuristic ethical outrage-seizures so as to ‘portune His Eye’s intervention. Then the now de-legged snake crawled into universal exile, and humans had to work for a living, and wear clothes. But now Karma’s been stolen – and, I won’t tell you where it is –only that it is not here – we can immediately be naked without shame! We can go skyclad as we fancy, without needing to imagine shadowy motives, which sap awe from the spine, and make intercourse a serious, oft dismal oblivion-pursuit. But, not being obsessed by genitalia exposed to light, to the sun, though they’ve been hidden so long we may need sun-block lotion, and maybe ritual application parties(!); there’s no narcotization necessary for whatever we choose to do when we play. And play — we will! Now, this play I’m talking about ……

Johnny Angel: But, Pope Ralph, I’m conflicted about my innocence. And, I don’t feel any different than I did yesterday.

Pope Ralph: You’ve always experienced the present. The rest is memory or projection. So what if your memory is incomplete, so is your knowledge of the future …

Sam Circumstance: You mean my ethical no-no’s, my indiscretions with certain animals and many humans are completely wiped from all meta-temporal record?

Pope Ralph: Precisely.

Sam Circumchance: Then I can metamorphose into another person, sport ionospheric epaulettes, build a wooden platform with semblances of my own head and face on a revolving totem adorned with lights and sirens then fashion my own strap-on mandibles?

Pope Ralph: Exactly!

Lily: I for one believed in Karma as a perfect justice alternative to Heaven and Hell after injustice goes scot-free on earth. Hitler or Stalin or Pol Pot or whomever are reborn as worms or insects and after thousands of incarnations, and good karma, presumably, they could be reborn legless, on a skateboard in Mumbei, sipping urine through a straw! What happens to Hitler now?

Sam: Nothing, he’s dead.

Pope Ralph (nodding): He’s dead.

Johny Angel: But most of our actions are related to past events. Even the beginning of this very sentence is part of the past before I finish it.

Lily: Silly, there is still Time but no secret connection which accrues misdeeds unpunished to propel a reaction now.

Pause. A dog barks?

Sam: But, this is really good news! I mean we’ve got to parade this around town in the most extra-ordinary demonstration of freedom ever conceded to humanity since the discovery of fire!!

Pope Ralph: You’ll need costumes!

Lily: I fear for the future without justice for the past.

Johnny Angel: The future just arrived and it’s slipping away without proper celebration.

Sam: Yes and if we’re to broadcast this sublime absence of fate onto the screen of all liberated consciousnesses facing the universe together as total a-history, we’d better get crack’n!

Johnny Angel: We’ll need costumes or to be totally naked!

Pope Ralph: You will indeed. But we also need to explain to whomever so wishes to know exactly what they’re lacking and why that’s a plus.

Lily: But we live in a small town and we’re neither rich nor famous.

Johnny Angel: The human race started small. I mean, the first Homo Sapiens were midgets.

Lily: They didn’t think so …

Pope Ralph: Neither need we!

Sam: We could use some very, very big amplifiers.

Pope Ralph: Yes, Let’s talk to owners of big amplifiers, costumes, and everyone troubled by their past.

Johnny Angel: And get them naked!
In a Car:

Lily: Wait, we have to pick up April. She would love this!

Johnny Angel: But she’s so, well, proper.

Lily: Perhaps she was tense because of her Karma? Maybe when she hears she’s liberated from all past causation, especially since her parent’s enprisonment after a meth-induced assault on a San Diego zoo orangutan, then her whip-lash reaction by dating — a transgendered autistic – this will render all egal, and she’ll loosen up.

Sam: She does have a wonderful if infrequent laugh.

Johnny Angel: I heard her sing once, with a beautiful voice but she stifles it when she speaks.

Pope Ralph: Let her unstifle!

Lily: Here! Stop here!

(Lily leaves the car)

Sam: Listen, Pope Ralph, if everyone is free, there could be global, harmless, random, spontaneous sexual hijinks which could really cheer up billions!

Johnny Angel: Half of the violence, boredom, and retro-frustration of past-slavery could explode into comic paradoxes using sex to talk to the future, to speak in tongues, to transmit tender modesties, as they arrive on wings!

Pope Ralph: I’m not sure. I’ve never stole Karma before. This is my first – and last.

Johnny: No worries! It’s all in the past! Here’s April!

(They step into the car)

April: Hey guys, who’s, uh, what’s this?

Johnny: Pope Ralph.

April: Pope? Of what?

Sam: Of stealing karma!

April: But, uh, I don’t believe in karma. Do I have to?

Pope Ralph: You don’t have to. Now. It’s gone.

April: O.K. …

Lily: Do you know anyone with a big ampiflier?

April: Mmmm Yes! The members of the band,”Oops, I killed God”

Sam: Are you offended by the band’s name?

Pope Ralph: No, we need amps, big amps, a big sound.

Johnny Angel: No karma! Big amps!

April: I understand, now. But they’re right over … here. Pull over.

The Rock House.

April knocks on the door, a stoner appears,
named Embryo

Embryo: Hey, man, April, uh, like, who’s your friends?

April: This is Sam, Johnny, but you’ve met, Lily, and … Pope Ralph.

Embryo: Pope, uh, Ralph? Did you say, Pope?

Pope Ralph: Howdy-do.

Embryo: What? Dude. C’mon in!

They enter a dump, a house of musicians
In a cloud of marijuana & empty beer bottles:

Embryo: We all here play. But, you know, everything in music seems to have been done. I was just depressed about it. You know, you got a song, guitars, a bass, drums, voice, maybe an organ.

Sam: Maybe. Maybe?!

Lily: Go on, Embryo …

Embyro: Yeah, then songs are expected to repeat a very finite chord series, a repeating chorus, recititive, bridge etc. Dude, rock n’roll has been popular since the mid-20th century, and it’s all about, simple. Simple got famous again, which is reality, man, then everyone played the guitar – it’s portable, electric, leaves your mouth open to sing — then the repetition of a true emotion within a simple form multiplied almost infinitely. Well, everyone became – mediocre. Even the good or could-be great, musicains. It’s played out. Yet we still can’t surrender.

April: But you were so great the other night!

Lily: You guys rocked! Everybody was dancing! I thought you challenged everything.

Embryo: Thank you. We did. But ultimately, you know of what I, we, speak, there’s something passé now about all popular music. All of it. We’re good as we can be, given the repetitions of history. But the real invention’s over. We’re repeating ourselves, down a very charming but infernal spiral.

Lily: We feel that sometimes in love too …

Johnny Angel: But suppose, just suppose history, our past, personal as well as collective, is not forgotten, nor disrespected, but it’s over and has no control and only a chosen, a free influence, that is, we, you can play as if there’s no past, and play freely, and – forget– all imitation?

Sam: Suppose the influence of the past has no power over us for the first time? Ever?

Embryo: Now, we’re talking. I don’t know you mean, but I like it.

John: Suppose history weighs heavily, say, on guitar solos, like a veil over our appreciation of a solo we hear, we’re listening back, pausing, judging it against Coltrane or Hendrix, or whomever; yet what if we could instead experience a solo for the first time, every time?

April: Would we be naive?

Embryo: I’ll risk it if you will.

Johnny: We all have, and we all will.

Lily: Yes, that’s why we brought Pope, here, he’s stolen Karma. It’s over.

April: I still don’t get why it means anything, but it sounds cool …

Embryo: Sounds creative, but who is this guy? I’ve studied Eastern Religion and love Nietzsche, man, but, well, what’s the point? God is dead. Haven’t you heard?

Pope Ralph: There is no point. There was a point on an imagined linear progression and it’s dissolved, almost everything a priori has been wiped …

Johnny Angel: Now karma is gone, man, we need to notify all those freed, everyone …

Pope Ralph: … that life is not repair station for one’s past!

Sam: Yes, and, we can dig great music from the past but all music has always happened in the present. Music is its own time.

Lily: They want to borrow your amps.

Pope Ralph: If you wish your band to reveal the self-attenuation of History as an original novelty of all experience!

April: This sounds cool. I think I am understanding, and this is “IT”!

Embryo: Well, why didn’t you say so! (standing up) I’ll hit the bong, collect the band, call all my friends, they theirs, & you’ll have apocalyptic amps ready to shatter the sound barrier of non-reactive human invention. I smell revolution here that could re-invent experience.

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