Yes
== Yes ==
Subtitled By:
Nizar Ezzeddine
They say my cleaning
is the best they've ever known
but cleanliness
of course is an illusion
those of us who clean as a profession know
the deeper source of dirt is always there
You can't get rid of it
You cannot hide or put a lid on it
as long as human life is there
lt's us, the skin we shed
and then the hair...
l think of what l do as therapy for homes
you know l often see
the pain imprinted on a bed
you spot a stain that should not be in there
of course you know
at once what's going on
But then you go into another room, the one
he keeps his papers in, or so he says...
He sleeps in there
from time to time as well
What was l saying? Yes, it all relates
The evidence on things like dirty
plates, and socks and underwear
and other things l shouldn't mention
the toilet and thinks l won't see...
Ah, because he flushes, but
unfortunately he doesn't check its gone
it's down to me to try again
sometimes l fish it out...
lt's quicker in the end, it floats
l doubt they'll ever realize l know it all
They think that those of us who clean
are small somehow, in body and in mind
we fall our of their line of sight
invisible, we work our magic
lndivisible one from the other, we're
a mass, no soul, no rights to speak of
just a basic role to play
in keeping their lives looking good
Cosmetic artists, that is
what we should be called
Or dirt consultants
You waited until l am not there
How could you? ln our house?
- Oh don't
- Don't what?
- Don't make a scene don't make it worse
- l am not
Where, our bed?
The sofa? Or perhaps a chair?
That's fine
Forgive my question
but are you alright?
- l'm fine, thank you
- Are you sure?
Yes, quite
A woman left alone
if it was me... l wouldn't...
Wouldn't what?
Let such a beauty out of
my sight, not for a moment, no
A woman left alone, l wouldn't...
Wouldn't what?
Let such a beauty out of
my sight, not for a moment, no
And let me add
l'd like to steal you from the man
who cannot see that you're a queen
- When are you free?
- My God, you're fast
Oh no, quite slow
l don't believe this, l must say no definitely
lt's you
You knew
l guessed
That's good, l said l'd call
l thought you would
- You're over there
- Quite far away
You sound so near
and when are you...
- Returning? ln a day, or two
- l'd like to meet
Yes, where? You say...
Let's walk, somewhere, and eat
And talk
What's that?
- My cab, l'm getting out
- l cannot hear...
We'll have to shout
- l'll call again...
- Oh, good, yes, do
l'm glad l found you...
l understand that you've invited me
to make a case that life begins at three hours
or at one, or two, or maybe four
we can be sure that we are human
You'll want evidence, material, not big ideas
nor common sense, but what is measurable
What you can see, and not once
but many times, repeatedly
For this is science
and that's what we do
But wait a minute, is this really true?
Could ''objectivity''
be just a point of view?
we interpret what we see, and can
see what we expect, in embryology
When a man first saw a sperm magnified
he thought he saw a little man inside
sure that they could see one too
so eager were they
to agree, look at this, man?
Or mouse? The mystery is that
each cell knows its destiny...
Yes
Who?
Oh, Sister Maud
of course, hello
lt's been a while, it has
how time does go...
No, she's not here, of course
l'll tell her, yes l'm sure she meant to call
Yes, always working
that's the way it goes
And how is her aunt? Oh
oh dear, how sad, is it serious?
Oh dear... that does sound bad
Oh quite, of course
l'll speak to her tonight
Except when she
gets back he will be out
That's how they organize their lives
l doubt if they will see each other for a week
They leave each other
notes but rarely speak
Hello!
- Where are you from?
- l am lrish
- From Belfast
- But you sound...
l know, l know, American
They took me there
when l was ten, and you?
l am from Beirut
My land is made of stones
but we have trees that blossom
in the spring and then release their fruit
We have cherries, plums
and peaches and the queen of all
the tree that reaches for the sun to fill its
seed with gold, the yellow fruit, the apricot
the old and wisest say
this fruit will keep them young
And you can taste
her secret with your tongue
Potato is our apricot, we bake
we boil, we mash, we fry
and then we make a flour of it for dumplings
in our stew or bread or scones or pancakes
the famine haunts us still, you see
We too are haunted
by our dead, it seems
They speak to us
in riddles in our dreams
so many killed, they
ask the question, why?
Did we have to die?
Look, shall we think of something sad?
This conversation's far too light
That's bad, yes
absolutely, you are right
said to me survivors can't forget
the memory is all that's left
we cannot let it go
lf it is lost, then who will ever know?
She brought me up, l loved her so
My parents went away when l was two
They said they'd fetch me in a month
but then a month became a year...
my father flew back
home from time to time
do you believe in God?
She didn't, so l had to pray
at school, then go back home
and say l thought that reason was the
way the light, and that God was dead
This was a Catholic school
they fed us catechism
fear of hell, and fear
of punishment as well
They hit us hard to do us good and told us
that we never would survive without our faith
My aunt said they were hypocrites
you can't imagine how it was
to be alone with such a split
but to atone for sinful doubt l searched
for truth, with all the passion of my youth
You found it?
Science
So you think that you can
penetrate the mind of God
l do... not know... if God has a mind
or if there is a God, l don't believe...
Such golden hair, we can agree...
To disagree? How true, l'm talking
far too much, now what of you?
We'd rather sing than speak
it leaves us free to mourn, or to rejoice
Ultimately there always is a choice
Ah, so, you see... we're not
so different, really, you and me
Speak to me
Of what? What is there to say?
Too much, or nothing
please try, anyway
one you, one me, one moon, one sun
Must l revolve around you then? Am l
the silver planet circling round the gold?
Are you the source of light and heat, whilst
l am shadow, pulling watery tides, and cold?
You hear a meaning where
there's none, l fear... l spoke of one
A number, an idea, my preference
for the single state, that's all
Single is a word based on illusion
life itself develops from a fusion
Two is joining, letting go
attraction and rejection, yes and no
lt's not a solo but a sweet duet
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