JORN&LISKO

by Anna Czerwinska

Tonight we become legends, on the morrow we feast - episode 8

the set:
having agreed upon their lies and futures, LISKO parted. both are geographic literates and able to grasp allusion to JORN's greatness, L. FRANK BAUM and RED DWARF. the spanish fly keeps buzzing. nobody's misinformed. now they will go on into the predestined bliss.

a great deal of talk, but no conversation:

BLISS: Smoke her a kipper, she'll be back for breakfast. Will she not?

JORN: Nope. Not this time. She'll keep on killing more pigeons than she can eat and pretend to be as great a fairy as she is a liar.

LISKO: And he'll move on being an indispensible man.

JORN: She'll seek the roads not taken, taken!

LISKO: Whereas he'll try to solve the mystery why some are indeed less taken!

JORN: She'll bleed copiously and secretly either at his bad reviews or out of habit.

LISKO: But he will not know.

BLISS: He'll learn how to put away the pile driver.

TOGETHER (GREAT LEVELS OF MELODIOUS DELIGHT ASSUMED): In the constant process of self-creation.

later. a synchronous exchange of remarks over a computer network:

JORN: So how is Sicily?

LISKO:Passed some marvellous days that included the nights' wonders. In fact they all seem to merge into one long intransigently persistent experience.

JORN: They tell me there is good money in bootlegging.

LISKO (PERIODICALLY COASTING ALONG THE COAST FOR THE PANORAMAS): You know, my deficit in gin is ever-present. How is yourself resisting separation?

JORN: After several days of paralyzing fear I have almost fully recovered my voice. There is good hope for the future.

LISKO (SWALLOWING WAY TOO MUCH AIR THAN RECOMMENDED, HENCE MUTE): If it's a boy, we'll name him 'son of Gloin'!

JORN (CONT.): Lot of new faces around and I notice that my fame preceeds me. I don't seem to cling, still taking life as it comes.

LISKO: You're as malleable as playful a subject my hair is to the wind.

JORN (AS IF IT WAS THE SUIT THAT SUITED THE MAN): Means you kept your enormous amount of it, instead of shaving it off?.. how it did dread me.

LISKO: What an instrument it proves to be!

JORN: The skillful among the musical have a tendency to master their tools.

LISKO: All shall love me and despair.

JORN: Some are not so fortunate and make do with what little they have, does not make them any less content. The path to the top offers a greater variation in vista's than to rest at the summit itself. Under my trained feet a pair of rails is beginning to take shape again.

LISKO: Some people would die to have their future so clearly shaped. (SUDDENLY A SUBJECT TO MELANCHOLIA) Although death is one of the clearest prospects already.

JORN: I am clear of what has to be done to reach some levels I want to reach and are willing and capable of performing those feats.

LISKO: It is all so fuckin' hysterical. (SUDDENLY, OFF THE TOP OF HER HEAD) There were only four witches in all the Land of Oz, and two of them, those who live in the North and the South, are good witches. I know this is true, for I am one of them myself, and cannot be mistaken.

JORN: I'll inform my contact.


** both leave.
LISKO plants a Duke of Argyll's tea tree. JORN does not chase memories, nor will they ever overcome him.

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