Beautiful Cosmos

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Beautiful Cosmos is set in the apartment of a woman who suddenly finds herself alone. Through her job as a sex text messager she begins to pick up strange messages from truckers, astronauts and a teenage Arizonan boy. Through it all she can't stop hearing the words and remembering the movements of her lover.
Beautiful Cosmos was devised with Lu Kemp, Ben Lewis and Sophie Fletcher and performed as a work in progress at the Tron Theatre in 2006. It was designed by Peter Smith.
Ben: I love it when you come home and don’t say a word to me, not even hello or how are you because something’s happened that day and secretly you blame me for it. I love it when you won’t get up in the morning because the world’s too much or there’s nothing to do or you just want to be silent. I love it when your hair’s a mess, when your nails are black, when your face is contorted. I love that you purposely put the Cds back out of order, the As with the Ds with the Q. Q is for queen. I love it when you’re drunk at parties and flirt with other guys then look at me as if I’m holding you back. Like I’m some kind of prison guard. I love it when you dance on your own and go wild and tell everyone to ‘fuck off’. And the stumbling and the sick in the taxi. I love it when you’re angry and blue and you’re moping about like there’s no end to it. I love you because you say strange things that I don’t think anyone else says, like ‘rotter’ and ‘terrific’.. I love that you hit me in bed when you’re having a dream and your face is all wrong and your mouth is all wrong and your eyes are all wrong and your hands can be clenched and you’re foul and you're rancid and sick as a dog and terrific and super and great and I love you because you sing to me like a singer in the shower, like a girl I once knew, like the person I’m with, just us, together on a boat on a sea which is dead because the wind’s blown out and it’s just hot now. Just hot, so we lie about, trying to conserve energy you and me. You hit me a while ago.

We rock.

I shouted a week ago.

We rock

You kissed me a month ago. I remember that. It’s the one thing I remember as we sit in this boat in this sea.

Rock. Rock.

Drinking pinicoladas in our minds.

Rock.

That kiss. Which was the last one you gave me. Proper with our tongues and our lips and our mouths. All of it.