RAT Dah in Iowa

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Dah Teatar reminds that theater always begins with the Monad.  

The lonely actor in the lonely circle.
 
Through the rigor of bodily scholarship the actor learns to endow the circle. 
 No spectator is needed for this alchemy to be accomplished, only full 
sympathy with a metaphysical landscape.  Where the here-and-now conflates 
with the there-and then.

But what are the Documents of Times?
 
Brick by brick.  Book by book.  The bodily wall is dismantled.  Transformed 
into stepping stones to where? 

What if reading a book was truly an experience?   And what if this Fourth 
Wall was not imaginary, but an almost carnal thing, a spiritual substance we 
communicated through? 

Old folk speak louder with their bones than with their voice.

Book as Old Bony One walking the walk, talking the talk. 

Old women in funeral black rolling down a staircase.  But this image is 
complete only with erotic glimpses of more youthful legs in innocent white. 

The complete "body of knowledge."  The stage is the page where word has 
become flesh. "I can read you like a book."   

The lonely circle that radiates Words, the Speaker & Deeds, the Doer.  

Who would become a Document of Time?