Spectacle by The Theatre of One Poem
(new authors version 2003)

Maybe, one of the sins that we cannot deal with is conceit; due to deep belief that the world belongs to us, destruction, alienation and loneliness comes about.

If we add to all this the weakness of our psycho provided with the vastness of our dreams, which justifies itself with naturalness and honesty, and eventually with the lack of any answer for mostly idiotic questions / which weren’t asked for a long time / - it is the conceit that becomes / or is / the value… so in great justification, in complicated reality there is nothing left to recognize, because the entropy covered with stink all the fragrance, which we do remember at least from the childhood,…justifying ourselves – we draw the circle of value, in which everyday life is mixed with the wonderfulness of silence, with importunate of “id”, with the little imaginary souls, or finally with the other warm body, in circle, in tangle, with touch, in such moment we shout – Can’t you see? – I exist!

…justifying ourselves – we do not describe the right and wrong, we do not ask about its nature, we do ask about… in conceit we shout: “Call Me”.