The Old Man is Snoring
Our god was a mean god.
Put whiskey in his tea.
Didn't work nights.
His bed was the sky.
Mornings he'd lay there hours,
twisted in its sheets.
Friday night, he sat on the edge of it.
You're no use to me lying here.
No use at all.
The bed said nothing.
God stood up and walked across the room.
"It's a joke," he said,
rummaging through dresser drawers,
"a fucking joke."
The phone rang downstairs. Once, twice-
God tripped over a pair of shoes.
And still the sky said nothing.
"Who do you think you are anyways?
You just sit there - watching me.
You're like some old painting."
"You should be on a wall,
you fucking piece of work.
I could put you right there."
The room was silent.
God's stomach made a noise.
He looked at the bed, the sky.
He walked over, and peeled a corner a corner back,
Pulled hard, balled the sheets into his fist.
Five minutes later, he'd hung them
and was batting all across with his walking stick.
Thunder roared around them.
"This is better," he said.
"This is better."
The Old Man is Snoring is a series that investigates the relationship between creation and destruction. The works are comprised of an interactive sculpture, narrated poem, and filmic adaptation. They are presented together as an installation.
The piece concerns the psychology of altering one's environment. The character in this dilemma is God because deities are the ultimate operators of creation and destruction. The poem takes place in an intimate setting on a Friday evening.
"The Rain Machine" is a sculpture based on an early film technique. In The Old Man is Snoring, the viewer hand-cranks the rainfall in an infinite cycle.