An unpublished curiosity from the Burnard Archives
Transcribed from a typescript in the author's possessione
Scanned, OCRd, and taggedcue APersil is the softest wash, soothing red knickers to sargasso depthsOmo kept us clean, coveringfilth in forgetful suds, feedinga little life with dried foam.Rinso surprised us, pouring from the machine we stopped in the j.c.r. and drank coffee, and talked for an hour(cue B)I wash, much of the night, and go mad in the winter.(cue C)What are the suds that pour, what waters flowout of this soapy rubbish? Son of manYou cannot say, or guess, for you know onlyA heap of empty packets, where the neon glowsand broken furniture gives no shelter, the iron no warmthand the dryer no sound of water. Only there is Daz under this red cardboard.Come in under the shadow of this red cardboard(cue D)Madame Sosistris, washday experthad a bad cold neverthelessis known to be the wisest woman in Europewith a wizard pack of pegs.Here said sheis the answer to your query Mrs Blakedo not use with a flame-resistant finishHere is Fairy Snow, here Proctor and Gambleand this peg your free gift. I do not findimperfect whiteness. Fear death by water.(Lights)I see crowds of housewifes, washing in a ring Thank you. If you see dear Mrs EquitineTell her I bring persilicates myself;One must be so careful these days(cue E) (linking movement, washing, circle, regroup)OOOOthat Shakespeherian ragIt's so filthyso scrubbywhat shall we do now, what shall we do?I shall wash out in the streets, as I am,with my hair down.What shall we do tomorrow?Washing, again washing.Do you know washing? Do you see washing? Do you remember Washing?I remember. "Do not use with a flame-resistant finish" (cue F)The hot water at tenAnd if it rains, an indoor washing line And we shall scrub the collars,pressing cuffless shirts, and waiting for the FairySnowMan at the door(mime: A, representing the FairySnowMan, knocks, enters to C; the famous dumb -
or bumb - show screw. meanwhile, cue GTwitTwitTwitJug-jugJugJugSo rudely forced Tereu(cue H) To staircase 13 than I camerinsing rinsing RINSING rinsing(he is laid to rest)O Bendix, thou spinnest me outO Bendix, thou spinnestrinsing(cue I)Proctor the Phoenician, a fortnight deadForgot the tails of shirts, and the deep spin swellAnd the fourpence off.As he drained awayHe passed the fourth and fifth rinseEntering the whirlpoolWarmwash or hotO you who turn the knob and watch the wash-lineConsider Proctor who once gambled as well as you.(transitional movement as before; cue J)If there were PersilAnd no dazIf there were DazAnd also PersilAnd persilA packet, washing whiterIf there were the smell of Persil onlyNot dry furniture singingand the smell of burning nylonsBut the scent of Persil over the machinefrothing to the floorDripDropDripDropDrop drop dropBut there is no Persil(cue K)THEN SPOKE THE BENDIX(cue L)DAZ(cue M)Dazzle. What have we washed?Our smalls, whiter than white shrunken to the moment's surrenderin our empty rooms(cue N)DAZ(cue O)Dazzling: I have seen the dryertumbling, red hat and silentin fetid air. aethereal rumoursrevive for a moment a broken dramsoc.(cue P)DAZ(cue Q)Dazzled: The iron respondedGaily, to the hand expert with shirt and trouser.The board was still, smoothing obedientto controlling hands.(cue R)I sat upon the stepsnaked with socks whirling before me.Shall I at least set my drawers in order?Strawberry fields forever, forever, foreverJe marche le longue de ces couloirs interminables(tearfully)O Rinso, rinso.These fragments I have shored against my ruinsWhy then Ile fit you. Birtwhistle's mad againe.Dazzle. Dazzling. Dazzled.softrinse softrinse softrinsecue S