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From The Trenches
From The Trenches
 Hey kids. Once again we just don't have the energy for
pithy editorial content. This week, it's all we can do
to keep typing, as what we really want to do is drink
an entire bottle of wine, lie on our couch and watch
The Two Towers for the thirty-seventh time, as we have
10am rehearsal again tomorrow. And tomorrow is Sunday.
Don't get us wrong, we're not complaining. Not at all.
We are so pleased and thrilled to be a part of Babylon
Babylon, perhaps the most arrogant, grandiose
theatrical project ever attempted. You'll be hearing
all about it next week (hey what's the point of
listing all your shows if we can't list ours). And as
we promised (threatened) last week, here is the second
part of the backstory of just two of the 31 characters
at the Temple of Ishtar on the last day of Babylon…
THE STORY OF KUKU & NIIQQUU (part II)
For the next seven years Ku-Baba roamed, never staying
in one place very long. The healing talents of an
auburn-haired woman were in demand and were, in fact,
what saved her from the fate that befell many a woman
alone. She allied herself occasionally with a sheik
here, a shepherd there, all the time keeping her
twice-broken heart hers and hers alone.
In the spring of her 33rd year, she found herself on
the steps of the temple of Marduk, the war god. It had
been a long time since she had been in the city of her
birth, and now, with news of her parents' passing, she
thought it would be safe. She opened her robes and
arranged her bracelets and the waves of her auburn
hair. She had found provender, work and lodging with
less; although after seven years alone, she was well
prepared to give more.
Upon inquiring of the neophyte, what we would today
call the intern, if there was need for a healer in the
temple, she was immediately taken to the infirmary.
Marduk was after all, a war god and many of the
soldiers sworn to his service would find their way
back to the temple, to either be healed, or to die
with honor. And in the midst of cleaning, stitching,
splinting, poulticing, easing of pain and putting to
sleep those beyond anyone’s skill to heal, Ku-Baba
looked up, her eyes bleary with hours of toil, her
robes and face smeared with blood, and saw a man
staring at her. He was dressed in purple and sable and
wore a circlet of adamant on his slightly silvered
brow. Their eyes met, her deepest ebony to his indigo
blue and locked. He was the first to turn away.
He came to her chamber that night and she did not
refuse him. Afterwards, she learned his name was
Niiqquulamuusuu and he was an acolyte of Marduk, a
priest in line for the high throne. And although the
work at the temple that day had been nearly beyond her
skill, the food had been plentiful and tasty, the bed,
soft and clean and Ku-Baba thought, "It would be nice
to stay in one place and find sanctuary—if only for
just a little while." Niiqquulamuusuu came to her
chamber the next night and the next. On the fourth,
she awoke to find herself being carried from her bed
to his.
What you need to know about Ku-Ku and Niiqquu (as they
came to call each other in their private moments) is
this: She smiled when he took her with force, for she
knew there was feeling behind it. And she swooned when
he took her with feeling, for she knew there was force
behind it.
Life at the temple was not easy. But over time,
Ku-Baba’s talents, once stretched, began to grow,
surpassing even the most blessed of her line. And
Niiqquulamuusuu studied night and day—for he was next
in line for the High Priesthood—and the High Priest,
though still hale, was already old. But when their
duties were done for the evening, or on Shamash, the
sun god’s day of rest, they would reach for each other
and know that they had both at last found
sanctuary—even if only for just a little while...
OK kids, this story closes next week as Babylon
Babylon finally opens. But we have a whole lot of
stuff to keep you in trouble in the meantime and even
though we're in rehearsal every night this week, we're
planning on making at least one of them. You know what
to do: Look cute, feel cute and…GET THE FUCK OUT AND
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May 6, 2008 at 10 PM at Bowery Poetry Club
as Toxic Pop celebrates the five year anniversary of our weekly newsletter. That's over 250 times our editors have delivered the down-and-dirtiest of NYC's underground performance to your inbox! It's also our founder's birthday, so we're going to party twice as hard.
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