Writing for Performance – Cynthia Troup

a quarreling pair: a triptych of small puppet plays

Oh honestly! ‘Caprice and indulgence set their detracting marks on personal beauty.’

My condition? Why, I am thirsty for time …

Washing! Bring out your washing! Bring out your washing! Like ‘bring out your dead!’

the underlying forces are usually hidden by an almost perfect balance …

A match lit. A knife sharpened. The ‘thud’ of the refrigerator door swinging closed. Cutlery …

Sometimes it’s easier to find them / near shaded paths and open woods / than in field guides.

Sacks, sirens and miscellaneous things like that. Flowers. Frogs. Covered in mud. Like flour.

Is it strange that a stoic should protest so vividly? Your eyes, you force them open for a moment.

We pass by narration / we pass by translation / we pass amid escape / we pass amid passages and /

A ludic experiment: / three artists, / ten words, seven of these colours.

Ah, today then, today I am at liberty? At liberty to speak?

Somewhat like Gregorian chant, Too is premised on the richness of austerity.

I walk uphill beside a wall on my way to work. It’s a respectable, historic brick wall around a school yard.

Miss Shaw would not describe herself as a collector. However, she is fond of gardening books.