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No Man's Land

No Man's Land GLORIA ESCOFFERY The body of a fourteen year old caught playing politics Makes a hummock on the ground beside his ratchet knife Which drew blood but cannot bleed for him. The muzzle of a sawn-off short gun masks the eye of one Who, being a man (?), thinks himself a great gun. The gully scrub cannot hide him for ever; Silenced, he drops the gun and becomes a dead man. Now the killer's "baby mother" is caught by the press photographer; For the morning paper and forever she throws up her arms In the traditional gesture of prayer. Wai oh! Aiel Eheu! mourns the camera shot matron Whose stringy son, like a sucked mango seed, Lies there no more use to anyone; Soon to be inseparable from the rest of the levelled ground. Why this pieta needs to be enacted in our land No one can explain: It clearly belongs within the pieties of a museum frame. Is there no way but through this scene? GLORIA ESCOFFERY After the Fall Swordscape, tombscape, flame ploughed Where the old man gilt fingered reads, born; died Needs must in between have suffered, lied Sighing at the milk spill hushing. Now herself http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Samuel Beckett Today / Aujourd'hui Brill

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Publisher
Brill
Copyright
© Copyright 2002 by Koninklijke Brill NV, Leiden, The Netherlands
ISSN
0927-3131
eISSN
1875-7405
DOI
10.1163/18757405-90000129
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Abstract

GLORIA ESCOFFERY The body of a fourteen year old caught playing politics Makes a hummock on the ground beside his ratchet knife Which drew blood but cannot bleed for him. The muzzle of a sawn-off short gun masks the eye of one Who, being a man (?), thinks himself a great gun. The gully scrub cannot hide him for ever; Silenced, he drops the gun and becomes a dead man. Now the killer's "baby mother" is caught by the press photographer; For the morning paper and forever she throws up her arms In the traditional gesture of prayer. Wai oh! Aiel Eheu! mourns the camera shot matron Whose stringy son, like a sucked mango seed, Lies there no more use to anyone; Soon to be inseparable from the rest of the levelled ground. Why this pieta needs to be enacted in our land No one can explain: It clearly belongs within the pieties of a museum frame. Is there no way but through this scene? GLORIA ESCOFFERY After the Fall Swordscape, tombscape, flame ploughed Where the old man gilt fingered reads, born; died Needs must in between have suffered, lied Sighing at the milk spill hushing. Now herself

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Published: Dec 8, 2002

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