Saturday, July 3, 2010

Nassau

NASSAU, Vol. 1
Words and Music by Evan Hause

ding-dong NAS-ser Avenue. Stand clear.




I. Telemachus
Come on into the sun
Up the grimy, rancid stairwell
Out of the wine-dark subway
The mighty G, snotgreen line

Behold a beautiful June day
Here on Nassau
Ten blocks from home
The last leg

Polyphemerous, polyglottal
Faithful wife waiting
Maybe have kids someday
Am I ready?

II. Nestor

School just out
Kids jammed into Pizza Prince
Joust of life

A long day of teaching and learning
Shepherding and herding
But Life is the great teacher...

III. Proteus

Kubus photo shop
"Hause?"
"Tak. Dzehnkuye"

Ah, lovely snapshots
Jagged coast of Maine
A still image, but you can just see
The seaweed flowing. Flow.

IV. Calypso

I'm in love with the sun
Isle of Brooklyn, the Driftwood Inn
Duck into this dive bar
Maybe not...
Tired of the bar life
It's a place for weeping
And looking out over barren waters.

I need to grow up. Face fatherhood.
Get off this island.

"Proze"
"Hi, Zibi. Two spicy sausages, please."
Little Poland
Catholic bells a-ringing.
Hmm, I should pick up some oranges, too.
Orange-pealing bells.

V. Lotus-Eaters

Birthday gift for the better half.
Gemini. Air sign.
Soft and floaty. Love of culture.
Hates being owned.

Maybe soap, or some tea.
Definitely flowers
Language of flowers
Ivy - wedded love
Yellow Lily - I'm walking on air
Orange blossom - eternal love
Peony - happy marriage
Smilax - loveliness
Ambrosia - love returned
But my love is a red rose

What a lovely day
A light that's narcotic
Smoke drifting from second floor windows
7th heaven – Blind faith
Picnicking Puerto Ricans – Throw it all away
Flyballs arching
Fruitstand parasols


VI. Hades

Some rare commotion at Rago's Funeral Home today
Place is usually dead.

Lux perpetua. Leceat Deis.

Silly store next door:
"127 Nassau
Arch Religious Articles
chalices, vestments, statues, rosaries, Agnus Dei
crosses, cards, balloons, party supplies Tollis pecate mundi
lottery tickets"

That touches a man's inmost heart.

VII. Aeolus

McGuiness intersection. Go! Nah.
Damn how that wind... Now! No. Wait.
Treacherous!
Damn how that wind whips up. Press on.
Mac trucks careening by. Go back.
                            Clam! Crungalung!
There goes my newspaper Get to the island.
Hop on over.
Overly busy effort.

VIII. Lestrygonians

Wah Kwoon Kitchen.
Cheapest lunch in town.





IX. Scylla and Charibdis

...er, pardon me, excuse me,
Seas between
oops, sorry....
Yeah!
No room on the sidewalk
A E O U
Squeeze through here
A E I I
Trash heap on one side...
a a a a a
Speeding SUV's on the other...
A E I O U
Hey! Get some syncopation, man!
A black oozing puddle.
Slimed! What a mess!
Good God!
It's been said that God is a noise in the street.
SCREEEECH!
Oy. Who said that?

X. Wandering Rocks

Lost your face in the crowd.
Must be fifty people outside.
Move over to the sunny side.

10 different perspectives
"...you could see the towers right there..."
"...and blocked the street for an hour..."
"...he got caught cheating and had to..."
"...Yo, where can you buy that stuff?"
"....ooo baht the G, iz sooo slow..."
".....no, it was exactly at this spot..."
"...which wah to the library?"
"...he was a real kwooner..."
"...it was a nice service..."
"...the joy of creation...."

XI. Sirens

Hair in the eyes.
Renee's Salon beckons.
Alluring sexy stylists.
Ivona calls.
"Gorgeous!" 
"...the fine times."
Step up.
Gossip central. -- "Ah, me!
Oggle-fest. -- "O my!"
Better watch it. -- "Go on!"
Wife comes here, too. -- "Listen!"
Can't help it. Mirrors, mirrors. -- "Is that her?"
Hot. Don't stare.                                    
"Exquisite contrast..."
Wait while you wair, while you wait,
"...the cherry laurel water?"
while you wait.
Hair is clean, not too long. -- "He's looking."
I should just go home. -- "Take no notice."
She waves!
Hallo. Yez, we see you now.
Waszh an' cut like da usual?
...um...sure.
How's dat?
very goooood
Iz da water too hot?
Nooooo
Iz da soap in yer eyes?
Don't let me up from this chair, even if I beg!
But we have to go over here for da cut
More waaash
But der's not much hair to wash.
Gee, thanks.
"Aren't men frightful idiots?"
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Libretto to Nassau, Vol. 1 © by Evan Hause