Stage:
We experienced "CHINGLISH".
David Henry Hwang.
A treasure-package.
My find among the gifts:
Western romantic-love-life bind
vis a vis
Respect-commitment-family bind.
Sep 3, 2012
Dream.
I have recurring classroom dreams.
Usually 5-7 AM.
I am frantically rearranging the furniture.
Class starts in minutes.
Wildly I have no plan for the lesson.
This time:
Alone in this big yellowish, off-white room.
High ceiling, bare walls, white tables, no supplies.
People I can't see, "Your father is having an attack."(? Heart-choking-seizure)
My father's severed head is brought in, put on a table in front of me.
They, "The only way to save him, we had to cut off all the rest."
If he's to live, it's understood, I must to give him mouth-to-mouth.
I do it. It's not ghastly. He pukes up some bile. Starts to breath.
Me, "He's not dead."
He does not speak or look at me. The breathing head.
I think, "This won't work. A head can't survive.
? How the fuck does a head do things. ? How can I care for a head.
I can't."
I put the head on it's side and cover it with a cloth.
I see that it tries to stay alive.
I decide not to help ... and wake up.
