BRUNO awaits his execution in his cell, and is visited by CIRCE, daughter of the Sun, James JOYCE, an Irish writer, and SOPHIA, the wisdom and the light of God & the Universe
BRUNO: From the beginning I was convinced
of the vanity of the cry which summons us
(joined by CIRCE) To close or lower the eyes that were given to us
open and upward looking. Upward looking.
Seeing, I do not pretend not to see,
nor fear to profess it openly.
As there is continual war
between light and darkness,
knowledge and ignorance,
everywhere have I met with
hatred, abuse, clamour, insult
from the brute and stupid multitude.
BRUNO: But guided by the hand of truth and the divine light,
I have overcome it.
May this dark and gloomy night of our errors pass away,
From the dawn of a new day invites us.
We must place ourselves
In the intellectual heaven which is within us all.
May the heavenly powers scatter
before me all those who unjustly hate me.
May the stars yield me seed for the field
that the harvest of my labour may appear
to the world useful and glorious,
CIRCE: May you beware when you land in her realm
Before the entrance of the atrium.
JOYCE: Stand forth, Nayman of Noland
Nomad, mooner by lamplight.
And Brun is bad French for jour d'anno
and he was horribly burnt. Burning body to aiger air.
Whether Browned or Nolansed
I shall give an unconditional sine quam to the Nolanus theory.
You shall proceed, and he shall not stand
Before you as a hindrance.
JOYCE: Whom we dreamt was a shaddo,
Sure he’s lightseyes, the laddo!
CIRCE/JOYCE: All things are in all.
SOPHIA: The Nolan opens our eyes to see
This Deity our Mother the Earth.
As BRUNO awaits his execution in his cell, and is visited by himself as a BOY.
The earth turns
From cold to heat
From darkness to light,
There is in all things a change
Nothing ever dies.
The earth turns around the sun
and the centuries fly.
The universe is infinite
Stars without number
Cold like the moon
Worlds without number
Warm like the sun.
Each with its own soul
Each thing is within every other.
All things are in all.
All beginnings are in all ends.
Think of the sun in the crocus,
All in All.
SOPHIA/CIRCE: Divinity reveals herself in all things.
Everything has Divinity latent within itself.
For she enfolds and imparts herself
even unto the smallest beings,
and from the smallest beings,
according to their capacity.
Nothing is changed,
It cannot said be said to die.
CIRCE and SOPHIA
Everything has Divinity within itself.
How shall we honour the Nolan
Henceforth I spread confident wings.
Roger Doyle – composer, keyboardist and producer of own music, in concert and in the studio. Likes to work on large projects and to collaborate with others. Works with a multiplicity of musical languages and evolving technologies.