Set Fire to the Stars Page #6

The ghost wheeled her barrow...

Through streets...

Let's go.

We're home. Casa Brinnin.

- Was I asleep long?

- Enough.

You slept enough.

Good.

We made a holy show last night.

Did we?

It's probably spread like a bush fire

across every East Coast campus.

F*** them in the eye, John.

And the ear, we were drunk.

Any person with a beating heart

could see and understand that.

If not, they don't matter.

Jack's probably at breakfast

with Loomis now.

Sharing his political... take.

I can feel them laughing at me.

I'll pack my things on Monday.

Say f***, John.

Say arse and sh*t

and kick those ghosts out of your bed.

I wouldn't worry.

No, you wouldn't, would you!

And you dropped this.

You dropped it three times last night.

And you accuse me of being scared.

No, you don't!

If you're ready?

F***. Ass. Sh*t.

If only you took this long

in the bedroom to open me up.

Little man.

Half man.

Crumpled boy.

What gives you courage now,

my curious child?

What woman has left her scent on you,

her dirty stain, that's given you

courage to come back to me?

There's only you...

Stop!

You've left holes.

Holes that need to be filled,

my little cherub,

my angel eyed demon.

Holes in our children's stomachs.

They're starving.

Starving in a way a child

should never be made to starve.

They're starving!

Holes in our home which were once

stuffed full with your shapeless body.

And holes in me,

holes that I've tried to fill,

with drink...

and words...

and reason...

little food...

and the odd land craving sailor.

You know I'm spoiled.

Why do you need me so?

This is it...

This is how it has to be

until we devour each other.

Until we are set free.

You had to come.

You had to come here, didn't you?

You're not finished yet.

Dylan?

Dylan! Where are you?

Dylan?

Where did you go?

Can I get you anything?

What a woman!

What a ground shaking

celestial furnace of a creature.

"Come back to us our angel

of rhyme and life giver." Ha!

She's a better writer than me,

always has been.

Look at her penmanship?

And those thighs!

I can't waste anymore time.

- Waste?

- The Boston train's tomorrow,

early, mustn't be late.

Prepared, be prepared.

I'll pack now. Come on, John.

Waste your time?

There is nothing left

you can take from me, is there?

I'm empty.

You have gorged on my heart

and mind and left me nothing.

- Take it easy, John.

- You selfish vampire!

Vampire?

What did that woman say?

My wife, John!

It's none of your business.

What did she say that awoke you

from your dream?

I need to know.

What is it she can scribble down...

- Stop it, John.

- In her violent

cheap-hand that eclipses

my entire being.

- Stop it!

- That b*tch!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Sorry I wasn't enough for you.

You were never meant to be.

There is no secret, John.

No Holy Grail.

Just what's in front of all of us.

Don't open a book.

Open a window.

"A stranger has come

To share my room in the house

not right in the head

A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door

With her arm her plume

Strait in the mazed bed

She deludes the heaven-proof house

with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking

the nightmarish room

At large as the dead

Or rides the imagined oceans

of the male wards

She has come possessed

Who admits the delusive light

Through the bouncing wall

Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough

yet she walks the dust

Yet raves at her will

On the madhouse boards worn

thin by my walking tears

And taken by light in her arms

at long and dear last

I may without fail

Suffer the first vision

that set fire to the stars"

Once you get to Boston

there will be a driver waiting.

Their Dean wants to introduce you

and you're committed to two 20-minute sets.

I'll let them know about

your travel arrangements in the morning.

Thank you.

I have taken the liberty of advancing you

money for the next two weeks

and have portioned

some into an envelope for home.

Perhaps you can wire it to Caitlin?

Thank you, John.

Dylan?

I now know what you mean

when you say it is about feelings.

Something...

Let's get you to the station.

So you can terrorise somebody else.

"Now as I was young

and easy under the apple boughs

About the lilting house

and happy as the grass was green

The night above the dingle starry,

time let me hail and climb

Golden in the heydays of his eyes

And honoured among wagons

I was prince of the apple towns

And once below a time I lordly

had the trees and leaves

Trail with daisies and barley

Down the rivers of the windfall light"

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