The Compagnia dell’Imbuto Confuso is performing “Becoming Anselmo / The right tool”
What matters is the right tool.
Once the right tool is in hand,
everything else follows—
as if on its own.
The half-rounded vault
is built of brick.
Behind one of the bricks,
I’ve hidden my papers.
I see myself
carefully loosening the brick,
then pulling it free—
the one I had first chipped
loose
with a small, pointed
hammer.
What matters is the right tool.
Once the right tool is in hand,
everything else follows—
as if on its own.
I see my father—
who was not my father—
sitting at his worktable.
Outside, it is very hot and
bright;
inside the study,
cool and dark.
He works in the dark.
He says:
What matters is the right tool.
Once the right tool is in hand,
everything else follows—
as if on its own.
