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On the stage is Diocletian, who is sitting on his
trone. By him is his magician, who is smoking the joint in trance and is experiencing many
visions. |
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 Magician: O my emperor, the brightest Diocletian, in a very few moments your astral universe will flash before my eyes in its devine entireness. |
napisao: NIKOLA ČELAN Nastupaju: Mladen Badovinac
MA, ČOVIČE, ODRON Kako je samo slatko jednoj skupini umjetnika nazvati se "generacijom"! Zamisli: ostavljamo trag u žbuci vremena, a sve onako ušuškani u deke prostora i zbivanja. Generacija, čoviče, vidi nas! Tko zna, možda i zbog svega što se posljednjih godina događa u mladoj splitskoj kulturi, na tzv. "splitskoj sceni", možemo za sebe vjerovati da smo generacija s velikim G. Možda stvarno i ostavljamo nekakav trag u vremenu, vjerojatno najnestabilnijem i najvjetrovitijem do sada. Možda smo totalno obuzeti lažnom sviješću o vlastitoj vrijednosti i značaju... A možda nam je samo do igre. Do sprda. Možda se želimo samo eksperimentalno okupati u kaljuži novih medija, nakon što nas je, kao Splićane, The Beat Fleet počastio spoznajom o ST stanju uma, najmističnijim mogućim iskustvom Peristila, najponornijom samospoznajom. Možda se samo želimo zahvaliti Paytonovcima ili Nadrealistima na jednoj drugoj spoznaji, spoznaji o mogućnosti vječnog izdizanja, vječne, dozlaboga smiješne, distance u odnosu na svijet, društvo i same sebe. Možda želimo nastaviti taj povijesni dijalog luzera koji su humorom dali svoj odgovor autoritetu, ne želeći istovremeno nikome, ama baš nikome dokinuti na integritetu ličnosti ili nanijeti bilo kakva zla. I možda je sve to skupa samo izraz slabosti, izgubljenosti u moru bivanja. Nepomirenost, ali prije nepomirljivost... Ma, čoviče, ODRON.
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 Diocletian: And so it will, shaman. I paid hell of a gold to Fenikian usurers to get you the best African stuff money can buy. Evocate gods for help. Let them overwhealm with visions that will make my royality happy. And be careful! If you get a bad trip, you will be dirested to the lions. |
 Magician: Gods will help me not to betray your royal confidence, and to make my trip full of flowers, like those your subjects use to overwhealm your scentful feet, o the greatest face from Mesipothamy to Hercules' pillars. |
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 Diocletian: When it comes to Hercules' pillars, I'm going to order them to fit my royal palace on the Adriatic coast. How many ships does it take to transport them? |
 Magician: Just a moment, your brightness, the noble Mercury is just overwhealming me with totally crazy visions. I think this will be a very good trip. |
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 Diocletian:
Talk to me, o my stoned shaman, just talk to me! |
 The Wawes of the Adriatic sea are splashing them. I see some beautiful women passing by. I can smell the sulphur from the sanatorium... Just a minute... What's that? |
Diocletian: What? What did you see? |
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