(Week Eight) Improvisation #4 of Form

of Ed. Hirsch's "Away from Dogma"

My Improv':

Untitled*

                Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness
                was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit
                of God was hovering over the waters.
                                           ---Genesis 1:2


1. In Fond Parisien

My first night in Fonds the mission's generator overheated,
which left nothing but dim light from a charcoaled surface
of stars. It was December and hot. With our one source
of cool air gone, we unrepentantly stripped to bras and thongs
like a **. The guesthouse, where we stayed, was on the second floor
above the only clinic 45 mins east out of Port-au-Prince.
We could hear everything. A group of women gathered
their dead below. A mother lashes out at God as she lay
like a tarp over her daughter and a stillborn child.




These, below, are ideas archived for a future draft of this improv. 

2. In Borgonuovo
3. At Frankfurt Airport, Terminal 1