Jack’s show Infinite Hex: A Drunk
[A poem made from cut-ups of the Exeter Fringe Festival brochure’s show copy]
THERE WILL DEFINITELY BE DANCING THERE WILL DEFINITELY BE DEATH.
We locked the doors
don’t worry, you can laugh at them. They won’t mind.
a closeted Jehovah’s Witness
the ruling Nationalist group
our team of playwrights
two unlikely companions
3 disabled people
the Well-Armed Woman.
a criminal kingpin,
locked in a room together
With their country facing complete nuclear annihilation,
We told them that they had 24 hours to tell a story about togetherness,
they share birth stories
share embroidered artworks
share stories of her triumphs and her heartbreak.
Share the pleasure of playing
Together in the darkness.
but with outrageous accents
a system he dislikes
they revise what they think is right and wrong.
began to quarrel, and then to fight…
Alf snatches and grabs without a care,
Joan packs a punch,
Armed with only a drum
Armed with many costumes
Armed with seven chairs
50 minutes of ghoulish death.
155 people survived.
what disasters would follow?
Can childish playfulness keep us from being unimagined for good?
Can unlikely companions learn to share and play together?
can someone work out how we can live on Mars?
one of those rare beasts who
everything is wrong to someone.
take a risk on something else,
find something they would enjoy.
there’s something for you.
We can’t wait to see you there.