Caravan - Ceile & I
TulcaLive, Galway 18-11-07
script fragments

the past is part of the present
we are wearing the caravan like a skin
i and not i

our volatile identities
we are like children playing

you are my mirror
(box of matches...
strike softly away from the body)

= box of knives
i hug you from behind

you have the parent inside
i have the child inside

we are seeing double

i have felt hard love
moist anger
warm restraint
anguished delight

it was an ordinary miracle
2 people went into a room and three came out