Saturday

22

9.29.06

NOTE: All dialogue is meant to be performed in an entirely invented language. DO NOT speak the dialogue as written, but, rather, invent a new language using speech, movement or action, and translate the play accordingly.

111
Hey. HEY! LOOK AT ME. OVER HERE! I WANT YOUR ATTENTION.

222
What, what is it?

111
I want attention. I’m lonely.

222
Well, I don’t care. Go bug someone else.

111
Please? HEY, I’M TALKING TO YOU!

333
Quiet down!

111
You quiet down!

222
Oh, oh, I think I’m going to fart…wait for it…nevermind.

111
Nobody cares about me…
…did you hear what I said? I said nobody cares about me.

444
I’m bored.

111
Me too!

444
Who wants to play a game?

111
Me me me! Mememememe!

444
Ok. I’ve invented a new game. It’s called “rock war.” I have a pile of rocks, you can have this piece of fruit, and I’ll throw rocks at you until you give it back to me.

444 throws a piece of fruit at 111.

111
I don’t want to play this game-

444 starts throwing rocks at 111

111
Ow! OW! STOP IT! KNOCK IT OFF!

444
GIMME BACK MY FRUIT!

111 starts throwing rocks at 444, one of which hits 333.

222
KNOCK IT OFF!

333
DID YOU THROW THIS AT ME? WHY DID YOU THROW THIS AT ME?

333 throws the rock back at 111. 111 begins to cry.

333
QUIET DOWN!

444
Gimme my fruit back!

111 is still crying. 444 keeps throwing rocks.

222
Why do I itch all over?

111 finally throws the fruit back. 444 keeps throwing rocks.

444
I WIN! I WIN I WIN! IWINIWINIWINIWIN!

111
STOP! OW! STOP, YOU WON!

333
Both of you CUT IT OUT!

They stop. 444 eats the fruit. 111 nurses many wounds.

333
Oh, what…AWW WHAT IS THAT SMELL?

222
sorry.

333
AWW! THAT SMELLS AWFUL!

444
Ewww….

444 spits out all the fruit.

333
How do we get out of here?

111
we cant.

Friday

21

9.28.06
NOTE: This should be performed over the course of six minutes – NO LESS!

Hiding in the bushes…

CHRIS
… … … …careful…caaaaaaaaareful…

KRIS
Wait…
Wait wait wait…

CHRIS
Carefulllllll…..carrrrrrrrrrrrrrful…

KRIS
…waitwaitwait…

CHRIS
…careful… …ccccccccccareful…

KRIS
…wait…
…waitwait…
…waitwaitwait…
NOW!

CHRIS
GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO!!!!!

THE ROOM FILLS WITH LIGHT! KRIS and CHRIS exit the theatre running, stark naked and wearing funny masks.

20

9.27.06

A flicker on the stage, from an old projector. A creaky, out of tune piano strikes a sweeping old-time chord. Lights up on an office desk, a bed, and a bar. Enter the TRAMP, who strolls up casually to the desk and rings a bell (the sound of which is performed by the pianist). After a moment of impatient waiting, enter the VAMP. The TRAMP is taken aback by and instantly attracted to the VAMP, but indicates out that (s)he is too shy and meek to do anything about it. The VAMP, already bored by the TRAMP’s nonsense, begins to walk away, but the TRAMP stops (her/him) by again ringing the bell. The VAMP takes the bell away, but it doesn’t stop ringing. The VAMP puts the bell in a drawer, and it continues ringing, albeit more quietly. Finally the VAMP throws the bell offstage and asks the TRAMP:

TITLE CARD
ALRIGHT, WHAT TO YOU WANT?

The TRAMP reaches into (his/her) coat and pulls out an ENORMOUS “HELP WANTED” sign. The VAMP is not amused, but hires the TRAMP anyway. The VAMP opens a drawer and puts the “HELP WANTED” sign in, closes the drawer, shakes hands with the TRAMP and then opens the same drawer, pulling out an even more ENORMOUS STACK OF FILES, which (s)he gives the TRAMP. The TRAMP stumbles as the BOSS enters. Inevitably, the two collide. The BOSS becomes unbelievably enraged, and shouts:

TITLE CARD
YER FIRED!

Dejected, the TRAMP exits, waving “goodbye” to the VAMP. The VAMP and the BOSS exchange glances, after which, the VAMP realizes (her/his) affection for the TRAMP. The BOSS and the VAMP exit in separate directions, while the TRAMP enters the bar. The BOSS enters and becomes the BARTENDER. The TRAMP orders a drink, which the BARTENDER pours using flashy twists and turns. Just as the TRAMP is about to take a sip, the BARTENDER holds out a hand, asking for payment. The TRAMP reaches into (his/her) pockets, and a fly comes out. Cue “Flight of the Bumblebee.” The TRAMP swats at the fly while the BARTENDER takes the drink away. After the TRAMP has given up on the fly, (s)he reaches for the drink and pulls (her/his) hand to (his/her) face, unaware that the drink isn’t there anymore until (s)he smacks (his)herself in the face. The TRAMP tries again a couple of times to no avail. The BARTENDER doesn’t care. Enter the VAMP, who lights up the moment (s)he spots the TRAMP. The TRAMP sees (him/her) and grooms (her)himself as much as possible. The VAMP buys two drinks from the BARTENDER, who pours them using even flashier techniques. The VAMP hands a drink to the TRAMP, and they both toast:

TITLE CARD
CHEERS!

The TRAMP falls into the VAMP’s arms asleep, and the BARTENDER kicks them both out. The VAMP exits with the TRAMP in (her/his) arms as the BARTENDER silently hurls epithets that would offend every lip-reader in the audience. As the BARTENDER exits, the VAMP enters carrying the limp TRAMP. The VAMP drops the TRAMP in bed and tucks (him/her) in. After taking a moment to admire the TRAMP, the VAMP exits hastily, during which time, the TRAMP wakes up. Unaware of where (s)he is, the TRAMP becomes frightened, and tries to escape. As soon as (s)he stands up, however, the TRAMP realizes that (s)he is too drunk to walk, stumbling every which way but the door. Before the TRAMP finds the exit, the VAMP enters scantily clad. The VAMP grabs the TRAMP and plants a kiss full on the lips, after which the TRAMP smiles and passes out again. The VAMP, exasperated, picks up the TRAMP and lays (her/him) in bed again. The TRAMP wakes up again, and just before they can share another kiss, the BOSS enters again.

BOSS
Alright, the show’s over. You’ve seen this story a billion times in a billion different ways, we aren’t doing anything new. Close the curtain, kill the lights. You guys can go home, we’ll call you when we’ve written a part for you what actually has lines. You people too, everybody out! Nothing to see here that you’ve never seen before!

An audience member stands up.

AUDIENCE
THAT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, YOU AREN’T SUPPOSED TO TALK! (S)HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK, IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE A SILENT MOVIE!

BOSS
Yeah, but this is a play, not a movie. If you want to see a movie, go rent a movie.

AUDIENCE
AWW, COME ON! I CAME HERE TO SEE THIS! FINISH THE PLAY! FINISH IT! WE WANNA SEE HOW IT ENDS! WE CAME HERE TO SEE A PLAY!

BOSS
NO! You came here to see a sitcom. If you want a sitcom, go watch T.V.

AUDIENCE
WHAT ABOUT THEM? WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY WANT?

TRAMP
Don’t look at me, I just work here.

VAMP
I, for one, am getting bored of domestic dramas and kitchen-sink comedies. I’d like to perform a real play, with real meaning.

AUDIENCE
AWW COME ON, I DON’T GIVE A CRAP! I CAME HERE TO BE ENTERTAINED!

Another audience member stands up.

ANOTHER AUDIENCE MEMBER
I actually came here to learn something.

Yet another audience member speaks, without standing.

YET ANOTHER AUDIENCE MEMBER
Yeah, me too!

VAMP
And we’re clearly not going to help you with that by trying to do what movies do.

BOSS
You’re right, it’s time we tried something else. Something only theatre can do. We need to do something that actually establishes a dialogue with the audience.

VAMP
What, like breaking the fourth wall?

BOSS
Yeah!

TRAMP
No, no no, we need to come up with something else. Breaking the fourth wall is nothing new to anybody. We need to do something innovative, cutting edge. We need lasers!

ANOTHER AUDIENCE MEMBER
Wait, what? NO!

BOSS
Lasers?

VAMP
Why lasers?

TRAMP
Because lasers are new! Lasers are innovative, cutting edge! We’ll be the freshest, coolest, most innovative theatre people the world over!

ANOTHER AUDIENCE MEMBER
GO BACK TO BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL!

AUDIENCE MEMBER
Shut up! They might bust out some lasers!

TRAMP
We don’t even need to invest in laser technology! We could just use imaginary lasers!

VAMP
Imaginary theatrical lasers! I like that idea!

BOSS
That’s not very meaningful…

VAMP
Not unless we make it a comment on modern violence and warfare.

AUDIENCE MEMBER
NOW YOU’RE TALKIN’!

TRAMP
We don’t even need a script or a story. We could just run around “zapping” each other. The spectacle itself would be a memorable experience! Here, I’ll be the bad guy!

BOSS
This is stupid…

The TRAMP “Zaps” the BOSS, and (s)he disappears in a “puff of smoke.” “Adventurous Music.” The VAMP plays along.

VAMP
You’ll never get away with this, Lord Sheldrake!

TRAMP
YOU ARE IRRELEVANT! PREPARE FOR OBSCURITY, STARSEEKER!

19

9.26.06

Drunk. Loud. Dark.

DAVE
Larry?

LARRY
Yeah, Dave?

DAVE


LARRY
Yes, Dave?

DAVE
C’mere, I want to tell you a secret.

LARRY
Okay.

A drunken pause.

LARRY
Okay, I’m here. Shoot.

DAVE
Life…

LARRY
…Yeah, Dave?

DAVE
…Life is good.

LARRY
That’s all?

DAVE
Yes.

It dawns on LARRY.

DAVE
No, wait. There’s more.

LARRY
Yeah?

DAVE
Happiness. That’s the secret. Happiness.

LARRY
Huh.

DAVE
Yup.

LARRY
You know what, Dave?

DAVE
What?

LARRY
You’re full of shit. But also you aren’t.

18

9.25.06

A white man, smartly dressed in clothes that imply authority, calmly enters and commands attention from the audience.

MAN
Hello, thank you all for coming tonight. It is a pleasure to meet you all, and I must say that I am better for it. However, we’ve decided that we no longer wish to accommodate you. Unfortunately this means that we will have to ask you to leave. Please leave. Do not stay here and do not come back. This is not a joke. But, one moment please, please, before you exit your seats, we have some careful instructions that you must follow. First and foremost, you must comply with these directions. Once you have exited the building, continue leaving the geographic area. Do not stop at your homes to pick up any medicine or keepsakes or food, these will be provided to you at a later date. After you have exited a large enough radius of this location, you may take a short rest. After this rest, continue leaving. Do not stop for religious observances or recreational play. We haven’t the time. We will inform you when you have reached a destination that is to our liking. You may reserve such a location for yourselves, but these reservations will not be honored indefinitely. These are your instructions. For your assistance, we have printed them on your programs in three different languages. Also, should you need any help in leaving, we have stationed armed guards outside the exits, who will be happy to assist you in anyway. Now you may go. Please leave and thank you.

Thursday

17 - To Be Utterly Unsatisfying.

9.24.06
A phonograph, “A Change in the Weather,” old and scratchy, plays. DUSTIN enters wearing a top hat and waistcoat.

JESSE
Oh, I didn’t ever expect to see you again.

DUSTIN
No, I couldn’t ever leave.

JESSE
Well, sit down, have a drink.

DUSTIN
I’ve been gone nine minutes.

JESSE
Have a drink, make yourself at home.

DUSTIN
I don’t drink anymore.

JESSE
You’ve been gone for 4 days.

DUSTIN
As of now. As of now I don’t drink any longer. Temperance and dignity, that’s me.

JESSE
4 days, Dustin. You’ve been gone for 4 days. Where were you? What were you doing? AMAZING, now ask me what I’ve been doing. Reading old accounts and logs of people who used to live in this house. Their diaries. What they had to say.

DUSTIN
If I was here, then all we would have been doing would be standing and talking.

JESSE
Oh, like we’re doing right now?

DUSTIN
You are sitting.

JESSE stands up.

DUSTIN
That’s not the point. We’d just be jabbering on without reason or purpose.

JESSE
Yes, but at least we would be doing something. 4 days of sheer boredom. No exercise, no food. My kneecaps have fused tight, look at how I walk now, I’ll never sit down again!

DUSTIN
You’ve been in the old archives, haven’t you?

JESSE
I just said that I had-

DUSTIN
No, no no, you’ve been reading the old archives. Way back when you thought there was only one person worth reading other than yourself. And you would say nonspecific things that related to nothing, and talk about how absurd the world was and blahdeeblahblahbleh and my, now it’s all come back. You’re stuck again.

JESSE
I was reminded last night by a wayward production of a terrible play with a terrible director. I was just reminiscing, that’s all. Nostalgia.

DUSTIN
Remember when that one man wrote about nostalgia, and how much you abhorred even the mention of the topic? You said “there are more important matters at stake.”

JESSE
There are. There are more important matters at stake.

DUSTIN
We are in danger of becoming pointless.

JESSE
We are. We are right now.

DUSTIN
We, then why are we wearing these awful clothes, saying these awful things and doing nothing? Why aren’t we putting ourselves to the task?

JESSE
Yes! Let’s do something about it. Now that you’re here.

DUSTIN
Alright. Count to three.

They count to three together. On three they disappear. From now on, we only hear their voices. Instantaneously, two Power Rangers.

JESSE
Dagblastid! This isn’t of any use either!

DUSTIN
Let’s try again.

JESSE
Count to 4 this time.

They count to 4, but on 3 the Power Rangers disappear. In their place, a mound of McDonald’s trash and leftovers.

DUSTIN
Now this is plain wasteful!

JESSE
And disgusting!

DUSTIN
Yet oddly appetizing…

JESSE
Ugh! I don’t want to look at it anymore.

DUSTIN
Ok. Again. Ready?

They count to 3 again. Now instead of the mound of McDonalds we see superballs thrown back and forth across the stage.

JESSE
Weeeee!

DUSTIN
This is fun!

JESSE
Yes it is! The most fun of all!

DUSTIN
But we must’nt linger…

JESSE
Por quois mon frer?

DUSTIN
Un. Doix. Trois!

After a FLASH! we see a tandem donkey costume. JESSE is at the rear and DUSTIN at the front.

DUSTIN
That’s better.

JESSE
No it isn’t! How could this possibly be useful?!

DUSTIN
It illustrates a point.

JESSE
We’ll never see an audience! We’ll never be fully realized! How useless we are! How utterly, utterly useless! I wish you never came back! I wish you had stayed away!

DUSTIN
Jesse?

JESSE
WHAT?

DUSTIN
Don’t you want to know what the point was?

JESSE
What? What was the point?

DUSTIN
The point was-

BLACKOUT.

Saturday

16

9.23.06

CHORUS
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHGHHHHHHUHHGHGHHGHGHHGHGHHHUUUUUUUUUUHGHGHGHGHUUUUUUUUUUUUHGHHGHHHGGGHUUUUGHGHGHGHGHGHGUGUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHUUHHHHHUHUHUHHHHHHHHHHUHUHUHUHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUHGGHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWEWWWWWEEWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIHIHIIIIHHHHIIIIIIHHH IH IH IH IHHHHHHHHI IH IH IH HHH IH IH HHHHHHH IH IH IH IH
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Friday

15 - the BAY of TRUST

9.22.06

Beeps. A weightless American flag.
Beeps and static. A projected image of the surface of the moon.
Slowly, a SPACE ASTRONAUT bobs in. Gravity is lighter than the SPACE ASTRONAUT is used to. RADIO VOICE BUZZES.

RADIO VOICE
I’ll-I’ll say the gravity here is much lighter than I’m used toBEEP*

Moog synthesizers. Beeps. The surface of the moon begins to show footprints, irrevocable. The SPACE ASTRONAUT observes.

RADIO VOICE
I’ll say, that’s a purdy viewBEEP*
Is it?BEEP*
Right over hereBEEP* You can see CassiopiBEEP* Clear asBEEP*
I’llBEEP* I’ll come right over to youBEEP*

Heavy breathing. It becomes noticeable that the stars have been moving across the sky all along. Beeps. More heavy breathing.

RADIO VOICE
Command here, how’s the view?

A SECOND SPACE ASTRONAUT bobs into view.

RADIO VOICE
Could you turn off your respirator mic, please? I can see you’re aliveBEEP*
BEEP*
Oh SorryBEEP*
Command here, can you hear us up there?
Is that better?BEEP*
BEEP*
Yes, thanksBEEP*
Command here, I think we’re having communication problems.
Sorry command, we can hear youBEEP*
BEEP*
The view is a might purdyBEEP*

Beeps. The SPACE ASTRONAUTS are happier than they’ve ever been in their entire lives. This is clear in spite of the fact that their space suits cover their entire bodies. More irrevocable footprints.

RADIO VOICE
BEEP*
Moog music. The earth begins to rise.

RADIO VOICE
Well fellas, this is command. We have a special treat for you down here, and we figured y’all would appreciate it. Are you ready?
SureBEEP*
I wonder what it isBEEP*
Well, boys, here it is.

LA BAMBA begins to play. The SPACE ASTRONAUTS boogie.

RADIO VOICE
That’s my kind of musicBEEP*
BEEP*
Yeah, them’s my jamsBEEP*

A THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT bobs in and dances..

RADIO VOICE
Troposphere. Stratosphere. Mesosphere. Thermosphere. Exosphere. BoogiesphereBEEP*

The earth has risen. They dance until the music’s end. Pause.

RADIO VOICE
Who the hell are you?BEEP*
BLOOP*
Is this some kind of joke?BEEP*
Don’t look at meBEEP*
BLOOP*
Is there a problem?
Identify yourselfBEEP*
BLOOP*
This is command, what’s the situation?
Identify yourselfBEEP*
Command, it appears we have a bogey here on Sinus FideiBEEP*
BLOOP*
BLOOP*
BLOOP*
QUIT IT WITH YER DAMN BLOOPING!BEEP*
Calm down, calm down, hold itBEEP*
Just what, now, just what do you mean by “bogey?”

Pause. Static. Pause.

RADIO VOICE
BLOOP*

The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT waves hello.

RADIO VOICE
BLOOPBLEEPbloopbloopBLOOP*
BLOOP*
I have absolutely no idea how to handle thisBEEP*
BLOOP*
This thing has no right to be hereBEEP*
This is command again. Might this bogey have been attracted by the music?
I don’t know what this thing’s story is. It looks a lot like us, but I have no idea how to interpret it. Its language is something completely incomprehensible to meBEEP*
BLOOP*
Command again, any chance you could capture it and immobilize it? Maybe we could bring it downstairs and run some tests, put it to good use.
I don’t want to go anywhere near itBEEP*

The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT approaches the other two SPACE ASTRONAUTS looking for a hug. They try to flee in terror. A slow motion space-chase sequence ensues.

RADIO VOICE
BEEP*AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!BEEP*
BLOOPBLEEPBLEEPBLOOPBLOOPBLOOP*
Just what in tar nation tar nation just what in tar nation just what just what-

The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT gives up. Dejected, the THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT begins to exit.

RADIO VOICE
WAIT!BLEEP*

The THIRD SPACE ASTONAUT turns around, full of hope.

RADIO VOICE
BLOOP?*

The FIRST SPACE ASTONAUT grabs the American flag. The SECOND SPACE ASTRONAUT motions the THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT to come closer. The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT waddles in like a toddler; wary, but curious.

RADIO VOICE
That’s it…thaaaaaaat’s itBEEP*
Come closer, little fellaBEEP*
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE?!

The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT suddenly becomes fearful.

RADIO VOICE
Dammit!BEEP*
Good going commandBEEP*
You blew itBEEP*
Sorry, sorry. I’ll keep it down.
BlOOOOOoooooooooooooooP*
Ok, ok, I have an ideaBEEP*
BEEP*
I’m going to make an attempt to communicateBEEP*
Go for it, I’ve got you coveredBEEP*
Here goes nothing. Bleep! Bloop bloop! Bleepbloopbloop!BEEP*
BuzzzzzzzzBEEP*
Don’t say “buzz” you idiot! It doesn’t speak “buzz”!BEEP*
How do you know?BEEP*
When have you heard it say “buzz?”BEEP*
Ok, ok. SorryBEEP*
Leave it to me. Bloop! Bloop blip bloop bloop!BEEP*

The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT approaches…

RADIO VOICE
BLOOP?*
Bloop! Bloop bleep bleep! Hey, I think he understands me! Bloop!BEEP*
BLOOOOOOOP?*
Bloop bloop!BEEP*

The earth has set. The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT reaches out.

RADIO VOICE
NOW!BEEP*

The FIRST SPACE ASTRONAUT traps the THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT with the American flag. The SECOND SPACE ASTRONAUT begins to beat the THIRD ASTRONAUT with the flag pole. The THIRD SPACE ASTRONAUT escapes after a great struggle, hastily exiting in a trail of Atari blips and bloops.

RADIO VOICE
GET HIM!BEEP*
RUN GOGOGOGOGO!BEEP*

The remaining SPACE ASTRONAUTS exit in hot persuit.

Thursday

14- SAMURAI CHANNEL 8 SUPER HEAVY AWESOME

9.21.06

SAMURAI
Three steps.

THE SAMURAI TAKES THREE STEPS.

SAMURAI
CUT.

THE SAMURAI MAKES ONE CUT.

SAMURAI
CUT.

THE SAMURAI MAKES THREE CUTS.

SAMURAI
Three steps.

Three steps.

Three…CUTS!

THE SAMURAI MAKES FOUR CUTS WHILE TAKING THREE STEPS, THEN REMOVES MASK, REVEALING A RICHARD NIXON MASK.

SAMURAI
Adventure. Excitement. A Jedi craves not these things.
If you know what I mean you know what I mean, know what I mean?
You…
Look.
Confused…?
Click,

THE SAMURAI RICHARD NIXON FIGHTS AN INVISIBLE FOE, WHILE LOUD SYNTHETIC ACTION MUSIC FILLS THE AIR. THE BATTLE IS GLORIOUS, BUT SAMURAI RICHARD NIXON IS ULTIMATELY DEFEATED. SAMURAI RICHARD NIXON IS BEHEADED, REVEALING A BLUE FACE WITH GOGGLES. A DIRGE , WITH DANCE. AFTER:

SAMURAI
I! am! a! blue! meanie!
Weallliveinaweallliveinaweallliveina

A SINGLE CLICK.

SAMURAI
LAZER POWER UP!

13

9.20.06

ONE
1

TWO
2

THREE
3

ONE
More.

TWO
More?

THREE
MORE?

ONE
Jive…

TWO
Bricks!

THREE
Heaven?

ONE
Wait.

TWO
Fine!

ONE
No, seriously, wait.

THREE
FINE!

ONE
No! Wait! Hold on. What the heck does any of this mean?

TWO & THREE
AGAIN!

TWO
FINE!

ONE
WAIT!

THREE
HEAVEN!

TWO
BRICKS!

ONE
JIIIIIIIIIVE!

ALL
Jiiiiiiiiiive……..

THREE
MORE!

TWO
3!

ONE
2!

THREE
1!

ALL
SHASTA!

12

9.19.06

A WOODSMAN, soiled, enters, with longhaired scalps dangling from both fists. He smiles as he silently greets LAWRENCE,

LAWRENCE
May I help you, sir?

WOODSMAN
Dependin’, sir. You with the Massachusetts Royal Colonial Government?

LAWRENCE
That I am, and what of it?

WOODSMAN
Well, you see sir, I was read to a proclamation sir proclaiming a certain bounty on savage scalps delivered. I have such scalps to deliver to you post haste.

LAWRENCE
Well don’t put them down here!

WOODSMAN
Where would you have them delivered sir?

LAWRENCE
My word! They’re still dripping!

WOODSMAN
I figured on delivering the freshest by hand. The dried and tanned I have out back.

LAWRENCE
Just how many did you bring here?

WOODSMAN
By hand? I have eleven. Many more out front, but I’d be willing do round down for the purposes of estimation. I’ll have my payment in coin, thanks.

LAWRENCE
I don’t have any record here of any proclamation. When was this instated?

WOODSMAN
November the third, year of our lord seventeen fifty-five, I’m told.

LAWRENCE
You say you have collected eleven Indian scalps in less than six months? In winter?!

WOODSMAN
Nosir, like I said before, these are just the freshest ones. From the past weekend. I have three bushelsful on my mule in front. How much coin do you have to dispense?

LAWRENCE
How much did this proclamation offer for each scalp exactly?

WOODSMAN
Forty for the adult males, women and savages under twelve years of age fetch twenty.

LAWRENCE
Pence?

WOODSMAN
Pounds.

LAWRENCE
POUNDS?

WOODSMAN
Shall I bring in the bushels?

LAWRENCE
PER SCALP?

WOODSMAN
Well I have three bushels. Rounding down, my guess is average one hundred per, sir. Excepting the bushel with the children of course, tiny scalps take up less room…

LAWRENCE
What possible use could I have for this many scalps?

WOODSMAN
Well don’t ask me sir. I don’t read nor write much less conjure up such proclamations assuring payment for scalps rendered without limitation as to the payment. I imagine the use was less geared toward the creation of wigs or any such, but rather the assurance that all what dwelled below the thick black locks are rendered untheateninglike. Bit of irony, to be sure.

LAWRENCE
What irony?

WOODSMAN
Ironic guessing that the natives being resourceful as they are might have found an actual useful purpose for all these scalps.

LAWRENCE
Well, I can’t think of any use for these, and I certainly don’t fathom having them left here until a purpose can be discerned. You may dispose of your scalps, sir.

WOODSMAN
What about the count?

LAWRENCE
I’ll take it on faith.

WOODSMAN
But I have three bushelsful!

LAWRENCE
I believe you…

WOODSMAN
You sure of that? You know, it’s thinking like that what lets burly men like me take advantage of desk boatswains like yourselfsir. Not to say I myself m’not trustworthy. Far from it. Never took advantage a no one my whole life.

LAWRENCE
Tell that to eight score bald savages.

WOODSMAN
Is that the number we’re rounding them off to?

LAWRENCE
Just a moment, I need to peruse my records to verify this supposed – here we go. November the third. Certified. Well we are at war... It seems your case has merit. And you swear that these are savage scalps rendered?

WOODSMAN
The savegestsir.

LAWRENCE
Yes, well, some of these are blonde…

WOODSMAN
Reckon that’s the racial mixing. The Indian threat is an enticing one it is.

LAWRENCE
That it is. And where did you put the bodies?

WOODSMAN
The bodies?

LAWRENCE
Eight score corpses to go along with these scalps. Where did you dispose of them?

WOODSMAN
Oh. Well. I burned them.

LAWRENCE
Then what proof do I have these Indians have been neutralized?

WOODSMAN
Besides my word, which any man would be quick to take says I sir, besides my word I could give you my oath…or that is, my oath that these scalps represent a fatal amount of flesh removed from the the the skull.

LAWRENCE
Just how does one determine the fatal amount removed?

WOODSMAN
That’s simple sir. By determining if the scalp reaches the brow or not.

LAWRENCE
Yes, well, how does one make such a determination without the deceased’s head as indication? When the deceased’s head has been turned to ash?

WOODSMAN
Simple. By comparing it with the skull of the living.

He removes LAWRENCE’s wig and places a bloody scalp on his head. THE WOODSMAN makes small adjustments.

WOODSMAN
See, clearly this goes past the brow. Why I see there’s a bit of the ear attached at the side. Warm, this, isn’t it? Wager you could wear this in winter to keep you warm-

LAWRENCE
REMOVE THIS BLOODY ABOMINATION FROM MY CROWN!

WOODSMAN
Of course it might require some tanning first, but we might have found a purpose for this-

LAWRENCE
THIS HAS NO PURPOSE! This is a bloody scalp from a dead Indian. It’s purposeless.

WOODSMAN
The bald might use it as replacement hair…

LAWRENCE
IT’S SENSELESS. There are no use for these scalps. You may dispose of them at your leisure, they’re of no use to me or the colony of Massachusetts for that matter. Now, you want your payment in coin, you say…

WOODSMAN
Aye, that I do.

LAWRENCE
And what percent would you say are children and women?

WOODSMAN
Two-thirds at leastsir.

LAWRENCE
Well, then, being that women and children constitute a reasonable majority of your slaughter, and that I haven’t the coin to fulfill the totality of your claim I will strike a compromise with you sir. At forty an adult male specimen and twenty a lesser, I’ll strike it to twenty-five per scalp. With roughly eight-score heads at twenty-five each, that’s … eight thousand pound for the lot. Do you accept?

WOODSMAN
Most definitelysir.

LAWRENCE
Alright, well I clearly cannot give you payment in coin in full, seeing as how that’s more than the Governor himself makes in three years time, so you will have to settle for a note of bond assuring your eventual receipt of payment in coin or otherwise. In the meanwhile I can give you…one hundred pounds coin in trust and a deed to your claims signed by myself. These are the terms. Take them or leave them be.

LAWRENCE gathers ink, paper and a quill.

WOODSMAN
I accept your terms, sir, under the condition that I receive a handshake as well.

LAWRENCE
Yes, well, we’ll get to that in a moment. First allow me to draw up this bond of trust. Standard contract, no extensive legal verse or anything, so you haven’t got to worry about being cheated. However one further condition of this trust is that you will make no further claim on native scalps. You may slaughter them as you wish, and even scalp them for your own entertainment. Behead them for all I care, but by signing this contract you will render yourself unable to claim any further currency or goods from the Colony of Massachusetts’ treasury in exchange for severed scalps, ears, lips, tongues or any other body parts formerly belonging to a savage, do I make myself clear?

WOODSMAN
As clear as an Irishman’s piss in the mornin’ sir.

LAWRENCE
Sign here or make your mark.

WOODSMAN
Mark’ll do just fine.

THE WOODSMAN makes his mark as LAWRENCE produces one hundred pounds coin.

LAWRENCE
I might suggest you spend your new wealth on land, earn yourself a right to vote. Purchase a number of slaves, buy yourself a pretty wench. Or twenty. In any case, land is inevitably available now you’ve gone and cleansed the woods of any savages previously dwelling there. Might start your own colony with this load. Any case, here is your coin. Thank you for the signature, I’ll make sure record of this it placed in our archives and you may have a pleasant day.

WOODSMAN
What of my handshake…?

LAWRENCE
…oh…

WOODSMAN
Put her theresir!

THE WOODSMAN extends his hand. After some trepidation, LAWRENCE slowly overcomes his fear of the grime and obliges. After three shakes, THE WOODSMAN pulls LAWRENCE close while pulling a knife, holding it to his throat.

WOODSMAN
Start my own colony then? No thank you sir, I’d rather have the one already belonged to me. Scalp bounties. My mother was Chickasaw, until drunken louts from Boston rolled in and stole her from her camp. Slaved her. Died in childbirth she did, twelve years later. White thieves and murderers raised me a slave, teaching me to scalp puritans to frame the savages. I’m a bastard, raised a bastard and now thanks to your bloody proclamation I’m a rich bastard, selling your own scalps back to you. All this I’ve confessed to the right ear of every head of every taxman, every bureaucrat and every crook moments ‘fore I loosed the fur from their crown. And now I’ve confessed to you.

He slices LAWRENCE’s throat and drops him to the floor.

Monday

11

9.18.06
A bad poetry reading. Limp applause.

HOST
Ok. Cool. Our next poet is named Crystal-

POET
KrysTAL!

HOST
Yeah. Ok. Cool. Sorry. Krystal. Let’s hear what you have to say.

Limp applause. The POET approaches the stage.

POET
Ok. This is a poem I wrote last winter. It’s funny, because I always find winter to be such a quiet season, but this poem is not very quiet. If you like my poem, I have a blog where I post a new poem everyday, including this one, although I’ve edited this one from its original form. The blog is Krystallatsyrk.blogspot.com.
Ok. Now I am going to begin my poem.
NO ONE IS AT THIS POETRY SLAM.
THERE ARE ONLY A FEW PEOPLE AT THIS POETRY SLAM.
THOSE WHO ARE AT THIS POETRY SLAM ARE HERE AGAINST THEIR WILL.
I AM A SLAVE, TEATHERED TO THIS POETRY READING.
I AM NOT A WILLING PARTICIPANT OF THIS POETRY READING.
THIS POETRY EVENT IS A DIRECT RESULT OF CULTURAL FASCISM-

HOST
Yeah! Right on, sister!

POET
CULTURAL FASCISM HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE TELL YOU WHAT TO LOOK LIKE AND HOW TO DRESS AND HOW TO BE AND WHAT TO LOOK LIKE AND WHAT TO BE AND WHAT YOU WANT AND WHAT YOU DON’T WANT AND WHO TO LAUGH AT BASED ON HOW MUCH THEY DEVIATE FROM THESE PERAMETERS.
I DO NOT DEVIATE.
I AM A SLAVE, WEATHERED BY CULTURAL FASCISM.
MY COUTOURE, PAINT CHIPS FLAKED OFF A RUSTY SWING, WEAR & TEAR.

INSERT JAB AT PRESIDENT BUSH … HERE.

OBSERVATION OBSERVATION OBSERVATION.
OBFUSCATION OBFUSCATION OBFUSCATION.
FART FART FART FART FART FART FART FAT.

Heil Heidi Klum! Heil Hugo Boss! Heil Calvin Klein! Heil Martha Stewart!

DON’T YOU JUST LOVE MY BOOTS? DON’T YOU JUST LOVE THEM! LOOK AT THEM! I WANT TO SEE YOU INCHES AWAY FROM MY BOOTS RIGHT NOW TO TELL ME HOW GREAT THEY ARE! DO IT! DO IT!

GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY BOOTS! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE ANYWHERE NEEEEEEEEER THEM!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!

I’m really serious, I don’t want to be here, but they are holding me here against my will. I was stolen from my home and brought here against my will and what I wanted and then they sold me and and andohmygodohmygodtheyseemetheyknowthati’mtellingyoutorun.
ruuuunnnnnnnnnnnnn….
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrunnnnnnnnnnnn…….
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnrrrrrrrnnnnrrrrnrnrnrnrnrnrrnrnrnrnrnrn.

BOOM.

pop!

BOOM POP.

I will now make a flag out of words.

Star blue star blue star red red red red
Blue star blue star blue white white white.
Star blue star blue star red red red red
Blue star blue star blue white white white.
Star blue star blue star red red red red
White white white white white white white
Red red red red red red red red red red
White white white white white white white
Red red red red red red red red red red.

The flag I made was a little tattered, I’m sorry. I have a sore throat.
You should take that flag out in back and burn it. Cause that’s whart the constertution says terdoo. That or bury it.

Terdooooooooooooooooooo.

Here comes the coda. Here’ is the coda. The coda is coming. Here it is.

GET OUT OF THIS POETRY SLAM!
RUN FROM YOUR LIVES FOR THIS POETRY READING!
PleasesavemefromthispoetryslambeforetheysellmeagainandihavetostitchtogethershoesinsomesweatshopforKmartandkathyleegiffordbecauseireallydon’twanttodothatatallseriously.
BLANKET MESSAGE ABOUT HOW WAR IS BAD!
CHORWAGGAHNUBBANUBBANUBBANUBBANOOoooo . . . !

Thank you.

Limp applause lead by the HOST.

HOST
Alright. Give it up for Crystal!

POET
KrysTAL.

HOST
Alright. Next we have Sam, and Sam is going to read us a poem about wicker furniture.

10 - Cheaters

9.17.06

A
I’m going to have a little wine.

B
But you’re pregnant!

A
Nonsense, a little wine won’t hurt.

B
Hold on, honey, breathe, breathe!

A
It’s a _____! What are you going to name it?

A&B
JO!

B
Should we get a babysitter?

A
Naw, we can leave Jo alone for the night. It’s not like Jo’s going anywhere outside the crib! Let’s just leave a bottle next to the pillow and hit the clubs.

JO
Ma ma ma ma ma…Da da da da da da…

B
Alright class, please fill out your standardized tests in full while I go take a smoke break.

A
Hey, Jo, what did you get on numbers 180 through 360?

JO
I can’t tell you, that would be cheating!

B
Who cares? These tests are hooey anyway. The teacher’s probably popping Vicodin in the bathroom. Give us the answers!

JO
Alright…

A
And make sure you put different answers down, so they can’t tell we cheated!

B
Alright class, your test results are in, and all but one of you got one hundred percent of the questions correct. JO, I’ll need to speak to you by my desk.

JO
They made me do it!

B
Jo, blaming other people for your failures can only get you so far. It’s time you found something else to blame. I’m sending you to the school psychologist.

A
Jo, do you know what Attention Deficit Disorder is?

JO
Yeah, everyone in the school has it…

A
Everyone except you, until now. Here’s a list of prescriptions, take them to your parents and make sure to swallow every little pill. Then your test scores will go through the roof!

B
Our child! An ADD! How could this happen?

JO
I don’t think I have ADD…

A
Do you think it was all that alcohol I drank during the pregnancy?

B
No, of course not. It’s all that outdoor fun and playing Jo does when other kids would be studying, shopping or playing video games. For the cost of these prescriptions we could have provided you with all the Playboxes and X-Stations you ever dreamed of!

A
Too late for that. Time to take your medicine. Take this..
And this..
And these too…
And don’t forget the really bitter ones…

JO
My feet feel BIG…

B
Yeah man, who would’ve thought college would be all about gettin’ stoned and skipping classes. BT dubs, mind selling me a couple’a Aderol? I got like a one-page paper due…

A
Jo, dude, thanks for giving me some of your pills, I just made deans list!

JO
I didn’t give you any of my pills…

A
Oh, I must have stole them then. Thanks anyway!

B
Jo, I finished grading your report on Drug use and Ethics in the New Adult Generation, and while I found it riveting, captivating, earth-shattering and fascinating, I have decided that I have no choice but to give you a failing grade.

JO
But why?

B
Well, Jo, it appears that your roommate has turned in an identical paper, with your name crossed out and theirs written in crayon. While this would normally indicate that yours was the original paper, your student records indicate poor standardized test scores in the fourth grade and a lengthy history of medication for ADD.

JO
But everyone has ADD!

B
Also, your roommate turned the paper in fifteen seconds before you did, leading me to believe that theirs, in fact, was the honestly written paper. Consequently, your scholarship has been revoked.

JO
I need to find a job!

A
Jo, cover me while I gank a few bucks from the register. I need some scratch so I can score some coke for the party tonight…

JO
What about the security cameras?

A
Dude, those are fake.

B
Get back to work, Jo! No studying on the job!

JO
But I work in a library!

A
Jo, could you help me write this bibliography? All I need to do is fake the sources.

JO
But what if they check your citations?

A
Are you kidding? No one ever follows up on that stuff. T.A.’s don’t get paid nearly enough to actually read source material. 90 percent of my paper comes from a textbook!

B
Jo, can you sign my doctor’s note for me? I want to go tailgating tonight, and I won’t have time unless I skip work.

JO
Time for a new job…

A
This resume is crap…

B
Don’t worry, Jo. Just put in some fake past employers, no one will know the difference.

JO
I’ve never been a heart surgeon!

B
But you signed my doctor's note last month!

A
Jo, it’s time I confess. I’ve been cheating on you.

JO
Oh no! For how long?

A
As long as we’ve been married.

JO
And with whom?

A
Lots of people, mostly your old college room mate…

B
Sorry buddy, you want another hit?

JO
That’s it! I’ve had enough! It’s time I put a stop to this madness! Everyone I know, everyone I’ve ever grown up with has been a cheater and/or a drug abuser! No one is speaking out about this epidemic! My generation thinks that anything that gets you ahead in life is okay, but I know the truth! It is not okay! And I need to go to the one place where honesty still means something, where truth and justice can still make a difference! I’m running for CONGRESS!

A
Jo, we didn’t get enough signatures on your petition, so we just forged them…

B
Tobacco lobby is on line 3, they wanna scratch our backs…

A
Got a memo from the party, they said they’d toss down some money if we promised to keep our platform in line with the majority…

B
We got some dirt on the opposition, apparently she’s on wacky meds for wacky ADD!

JO
Everyone has ADD!

A
Shhh, keep your voice down…

B
ACK! Fox just found out that you’re on meds too!

A
Time to get born again, hurry hurry hurry!

JO
But I like my church just fine!

B
Too bad, your constituents don’t.

A
Heavenly father, we are here today to tell you how to vote. Please pass the collection plate around, while I read from the book of Bentley…

B
Congratulations! You won by 500,000 votes!

JO
There aren’t that many people in my district!

A
There aren’t that many living people. Besides, once we jerrymander the district in your favor, no one will even care. You’re an incumbent for life!

JO
Woohoo!

B
Say, Rep. Jo, we’re building a strip mall and some expensive high-rise condominiums in your district, and we need some help with the eminent domain…

JO
Who lives there right now?

A
Just some poor minorities. They aren’t taking care of the neighborhood, and there are some great vintage duplexes that we can jam yuppies in like a can of sardines!

B
$3,000 a month sardines!

JO
Where will the poor people go?

A&B
The suburbs!

JO
But how will they afford it?

A&B
Who cares?

JO
What’s the plus side?

A&B
Gentrification!

B
Do you realize how much extra this will bring in on property taxes alone?

A
What’s good for real estate is good for your estate…

B
Let’s just say we put a “bribe” in your “secret offshore bank account.”

A
Kick back, relax, and enjoy the economic growth!

JO
Where do I sign?

B
Here.

A
Here.

B
Here.

A
Here.

B
Initial here.

A
And here.

JO
Why did the last one mention my soul?

B
Oh which one? This one? That was just some legal mumbo-jumbo. Standard Faustian clause. Nothing to worry about.

A
You never read Faust in college, did you Jo?

JO
No, I just cheated and read the cliff notes online.

A&B
So did we!

JO
Deans list?

A&B
You betcha!

JO
High Five!

A
You’re under arrest for ethical misconduct.

B
Your honor, the evidence is circumstantial at best. Clearly the prosecution planted the evidence in my client’s secret offshore bank account…

A
That may be true, but I’m still going to make a lesson out of you. Besides, that will take the heat off my own ethical misconduct trial…

JO
Mom! Dad! Help me!

B
Out little Jo is a cog in the political machine!

A
Do you think it was all that alcohol I drank during the pregnancy?

B
Couldn’t be. I think it was all those years Jo wasn’t prescribed ADD meds.

A
Welcome to Attica. Step to your right, strip and spred’em.

JO
Mommy!
B
Gimme your brownie!

A
Gimme your apple!

B
Gimme your corn!

A
Gimme your tray!

JO
You stabbed me!

B
Gimme back my shiv!

A
I’m bustin’ out, Jo! Tonight! You coming out or what?

JO
Won’t we get caught?

A
I’ve never been caught!

JO
How did you wind up in prison?

B
Well, Jo, the parole board has heard your case, and we just have one last question to ask.

A
What have you learned from this experience?

JO
I’ve learned how to cheat, snort, con, smoke, swindle and shoot my way through life. I’ve leaned that the ends justify the means, and that if you don’t take your ADD meds, you go through major withdrawal. I’ve learned that ethics don’t matter, as long as you don’t get caught, and I’ve learned that there is a shortcut through every honest task. BUT most of all, I’ve learned that there is no meaning to life when you take the easy way out. If there is no challenge, if there is no struggle, then what is it all worth? … and I bribed you all.

A&B
Parole granted!

Sunday

9

9.16.06
On a couch.

POTATO
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
These choices are easy.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Nobody-
Click.
Lives or dies-
Click.
On these choices.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Just a series.
Click.
A show might get canceled-
Click.
Or the ratings might drop.
Click.
…Click.
…one time I stayed in this spot for so long that the cushion stuck to my ass when I stood up and off the couch. My knees were so weak, they were arthritic. The blood rushed from my head and made me see this weird light in front of my eyes. Like snow or static, but…weirder. It was awesome.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
500 channels.
Click.
Click.
40 in HD.
Click.
Twenty different languages.
Click.
Cleek.
Clicko.
CleekAY.
El Click.
And Seinfeld is always on the air.
Click.
Seinfeld.
Click.
Click.
Seinfeld again.
Click.
Click
Simpsons. That one’s real common too.
Click.
Click
Seinfeld.
I would worry about getting fatter, but I barely eat these days.
Click.
Click.
Fraisier.
Click.
I can’t feel my thumb anymore.
Click.
Lost feeling after I got the big screen.
Click.
Lost feeling in my ass after the first month.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Seinfeld.
Click.
Yeah, I used to watch the news.
Click.
I used to watch all the news.
Click.
CNN, NBC, CBS
Click.
ABC, MSNBC, F-O-X
Click.
I mean Fox.
Click.
But never PBS, and I think we all know why.
Click.
I mean the fake news is way more entertaining.
Click.
Real news is a bummer.
Click.
Click.
Click.
My addiction skips a generation.
Click.
My Dad is actually quite active.
Click.
He runs a lot.
Click.
My Grandma was a radio junkie.
Click.
She listened to the radio so much she eventually couldn’t sleep without it on.
Click.
Drove Grandpa crazy.
Click.
Her grandfather, Great Great Gambie Mortimer, he was addicted to the papers.
Click.
Started back in the 1880’s. Couldn’t get enough news from the West. From the frontier. He used to buy food from street vendors, just to read the scraps that they served in.
Click
Seinfeld again.
Click.
I wonder if my grandkids will be addicted to the internet.
Click.
Click.
Click.
I imagine that by that time, there will be some new form of information mismanagement for them to glue their eyes to. Something 3D, involving lazers and holograms and such.
Click.
At least that’s what TV tells me.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click
Click.
Screw the internet.
Click.
Click.
Fraisier.
Click.
Click.
Mash.
Seinfeld.
Frasier.
Seinfeld.
Seinfeld.
Click.
Simpsons.
Click.
Seinfeld.
Click.
Click.
I used to be addicted to music.
Click.
Click.
But then they invented MTV.
Click.
Click.
Click.
I used to be addicted to cocaine.
Click.
Click.
But then they invented E!, and seeing celebrities was all the kick I needed.
Click.
Click.
Click.
My hair is turning grey.
Click.
My eyes are going.
Click.
I’m losing my free will.
Click.
Click.
And I’m loving every minute of it.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.

Click.
Click.
Click.

Click.

Click.
Click.


Click.

Saturday

8

9.15.06

KNOCK KNOCK
Hello?

JOKE
Who's there?

7

9.14.06
Lying down in a bed of grass, roses or linen

Jessica
Have you ever wondered why people don’t get along?

Cot
Hah! Heh, no! heh heh, I mean, yes. Yeah, totally.

Jessica
Seriously jackass, think about it.

Cot
Umm…

Jessica
Can I be lame for a moment?

Cot
Sure, go ahead.

Jessica
Ok. So. We are in love.

Cot
Yeah…

Jessica
And we’re lying here, peacefully and happily, and arguably, we are getting along.

Cot
I’d be willing to argue with that.

Jessica
Shut up, are you going to take me seriously or not?

Cot
Ok, ok, sorry. Go on.

Jessica
That’s it.

Cot
That’s all?

Jessica
Yeah, don’t you see what I mean?

Cot
Not really…I mean, I agree with you, but I don’t see where you’re going.

Jessica
These moments, when everything is serene, and we lie here together, ignoring the world together, doesn’t it make you wonder? When everything is right, don’t you wonder what makes the world go wrong? Well, fine, but I do. It makes me worry…

Cot
That I don’t-?

Jessica
No, It makes me worry, when I’m happy, that I shouldn’t be. That there is something wrong with being happy. But then I wake up again, and I realize that I am happy, and that I should be grateful, and I wonder why all over again.

Cot
When I’m happy I get sleepy. Or maybe being sleepy makes me happy.

Jessica
Yeah, me too…

Cot
But right now I’m wide awake.

Jessica
Yeah. Me too.

Cot
Wide awake.

Jessica
Does that mean you aren’t happy?

Cot
I don’t know. You tell me.

Jessica
You aren’t happy. Do you want me to say sorry? For keeping you up?

Cot
No.

Jessica
Good.

Cot
I rarely feel like saying I’m sorry.

Jessica
Yeah - me too.

Cot
We are a lot alike.

Jessica
Yeah, me – yeah.

Cot
Do you ever wonder why people can be so alike?

Jessica
Well, yes, but no. But really, all the time.

Cot
That’s confusing.

Jessica
You ask me why people are so alike? Well, I don’t know why. But I do know that there are a billion different reasons why, and that is so huge and daunting, I don’t even want to think about it. But still, sometimes, I try to piece it all together.

Cot
That’s…confusing.

Jessica
Confusing…conFUSing…CONfuSING…G’nisuf-noc.

Cot
FusCONing. Con-Sing fu.

Jessica
Sounds like a martial art.

Cot
Jessica…

Jessica
Yes?

Cot
You ever wonder why people people don’t use each other’s names more often when they talk to one another? Like just then, wasn’t it weird that I said your name to you? I mean, I never say your name. Do I?

Jessica
I should hope so…

Cot
Sometimes when I look at you, I don’t even think about your name. I just think about your face, which I’m used to, or about things we’ve done or memories or whatever. But I never think about your name when I’m with you.

Jessica
Cot. Cot cot cot cot cot cot cot cot cot cot cot cot cot.

Cot
My name’s different, it’s unique.

Jessica
And my name isn’t?

Cot
No.

Jessica
But I am, right?

Cot
When I see you, I never see your name in my mind’s eye. You’d think that I’d see big black letters on a big white field: JESSICA.

Jessica
I see your name wherever I am.

Cot
J. E. S.

Jessica
Do you even think of me when I’m not there?

Cot
S. I. C.

Jessica
Who even are you? How did I get here? How did we both wind up in this place at the same time? What the hell is going on?

Cot
Hey, remember that time we forgot each other’s last names? That was weird.

Jessica
Sometimes I think that you are incredibly ugly. Then other times I think that you are hot.

Cot
Which one am I now?

Jessica
What do you care? You can’t see you right now.

Cot
Which one am I now, which one am I now?

Jessica
You tell me how I look first.

Cot
Me first. Me me me me me. I asked first, so you tell me which one I am first.

Jessica
Ok…

Cot
I promise I won’t get angry. And I promise that I’ll tell you how you look right after…

Jessica
Ugly.

Cot
Oh…

Jessica
What about me?

Cot


Jessica
How do I look right now?

Cot
I was going to say beautiful…

Jessica
Was? What am I now?

Cot
Beautiful, I guess.

Jessica
Woohoo!

Cot
Man…

Jessica
Ok, you aren’t as ugly anymore. Well, you won’t be when you start smiling again. C’mon, smile a bit for me. Aren’t you going to smile?

Cot
You have smashed my happy moment.

Jessica
You didn’t ask if you could be lame first.

Cot
I shouldn’t have to ask anymore. I’ve been asking since we met.

Jessica
We’ve been asking since our first date, like, freshman year of high school. It’s tradition now. It’s a religious rite. You gotta ask, otherwise it’s sacreligious.

Cot
How could anything having to do with love be sacreligious in any way?

Jessica
Do you remember our first date?

Cot
No. And I don’t think I love anything else in the world.

Jessica
Neither do I.

Cot
I really don’t remember anything about you or us from before this moment.

Jessica
Which moment?

Cot
This moment. The moment when you asked me about the world.

Jessica
I don’t remember who you were before we met.

Cot
We’re like characters without exposition.

Jessica
Yeah…

Cot
We have so much in common.

Jessica
We have so little to not have in common.

Cot
Yeah…yes. Yes. I do love you.

Jessica
Me too. I love you too.

Cot
Thanks.

A KISS, PAUSE, then:

Jessica
Do you ever wonder what love is?

Cot
All the time.

6

9.13.06

CANDIDATE
Thank you, Mr. Mann, for such an eloquent delivery of my introduction. In addition, I would like to thank the Regal Atlantic cruise line for hosting this event, even if the ship is a bit leaky, heh heh heh…I also want to thank those of you who paid 4,000 dollars a plate to attend this fundraiser. It pleases me to see so many of you giving my your support, and make no mistake, a favor given is a favor earned in my opinion. Again, I want to remind you that there has been no time in history that we have ever faced such a grave danger as this moment. Slowly the weak willed and unpatriotic are eroding our control over democracy, and potentially sabotaging our economy for the sake of “leveling.” But I am not here to be negative, and there are more important things to take care of, so I will keep my statements brief. If elected, I plan to ignore your individual needs and demands, and focus on wide polling and statistical analysis of your demographics to determine how I lead you. I’ll make sure that big business is well served in our community in order to allow their money to trickle down until it reaches our neediest citizens. I’ll make public appearances at big-ticket events and fundraisers, host press conferences and do television ads, but to ensure my safety (and thus our collective security) I will abstain from ever actually setting foot on our streets, unless there is a large constituency of voters present to welcome me into their neighborhood. Look, people, we need to keep reminding ourselves that we are in the 21st century. It’s time you elected a 21st century leader, with 21st century ideas and 21st century priorities. We need to protect our wealthiest class, to keep them here and in business, so that the working class can actually have someone to work for. We need to protect our borders so that illegal immigrants don’t take those working class jobs, thus motivating mass migration into the middle class, which might sink the boat for everybody. Because that’s really what this is. A sinking ship. And it’s sinking fast, and the best thing for us right now is to plunder the cargo hold and lighten her up a little bit. If that means throwing some of our principles off the stern in order to keep ourselves afloat, I say so be it. If we have to ignore the needs of our poorer communities in order to service the needs of the greater whole, I say let it be done. If we need to hand out life preservers to the captains of industry sitting in this room right now, I am prepared to do that even if it means that others less important to our community as a whole will be underserved. I’m here to work for you, because you run our economy, and you are the stirrup of our community. Do you all know what a stirrup is? A stirrup is the smallest bone in the human body. It is located in the ear. In my limited medical expertise, I would say it is the most important bone in the human body, why?, because it listens…
The stirrup is also an important part of a saddle, which reminds me of how you all represent the saddle of our community. Let me ride that saddle, and steer the workhorse of our economy. As I said, this is a sinking ship, and I will keep my comments brief as a result. In a moment my interns will be passing out complimentary life preservers, and my security staff will escort you to the life boats. Please, feel free to take up as much space as you want, but insure that everybody here gets a seat. Wouldn’t want to lose my donors in a time of crisis, heh heh heh, I’m just kidding. That’s all now, and I hope to see you on the rescue vessel. Thank you very much for your money.

Friday

5

9.12.06

The Man
SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP.

Us
NO!

Tuesday

4

9.11.06

The TIME TRAVELER stands, holding her wristwatch before him as glues his eyes shut impatiently. They (her eyes) open wide.

TIME TRAVELER
Eureka! I’ve made it! I am in the future! What a strange and wonderfying place this is! Electrified everything! Great googally moogally! Everyone is so much FATTER now! This is incredibonkers! What strange new means of agricultural nutrification have brought us to such a healthy, big-boned era? My! I’ve never seen so many bathing beauties in all my wonder years! And what’s this? My golly, I do believe there isn’t a single ankle unexposed! What bizaarish and sexpository times of liberation have I missed in my travels? My, if only Professor Silas Masterson could see this brave new moment. Alas, he must have been deceased for many years now…along with everyone I’ve ever known…how sad…
…And yet, how lucked-up I must be, to have gotten such a rare chance at life in the age of women-in-pants and what I can only guess is the rise of a new alien master race!

So where is the new alien master overlord anyway? I’d like to thank him for all the technologinal inventerations he must have brought with him to our humble heliocentric home. Would you please kindly point me in his mean directional radius?

Excuse me, I believe I was addressing all of you.

Does anybody here know where I might find our alien tyrant?

Is there an alien emperor? ...from the moon perhaps?

My, this is disheartening. You mean to tell me all of humanity’s innovations were self spun these many-score years? How far could we possibly have gotten? Are we still excreting via the back-end, or have we found a solution to such degredations? Blasted, I figured as much. Still, this typhoon of new experiences is a bit overwhelming. Might I enquire that one of you serve as my guide for the next few moments? I am looking for a doorman – er- or woman to the future. You there! Youngling, yes you, come over here a moment, will you child, and tell me all I’ve missed. Don’t be afraid. Come closer. There, that’s better. How, might I ask, do you hail yourself?

_____
What?

TIME TRAVELER
What is your name, last first, then Christian?

_____
Oh. Uh. _________.

TIME TRAVELER
Such brilliancyful names we have in the future! _____! I’ve never heard such an odd name before! What does it mean?

_____
Uh, I don’t know. I don’t think it means anything.

TIME TRAVELER
Fie! Every name has a meaning. But, alas, I do not have the time nor the patience to discern the …meaning…in yours, _____. Now. Brass tacks, let us sink through to them, shall we? First, what of other time travelers? Any make it here before myself?

_____
I don’t think so…

TIME TRAVELER
You don’t think what?

_____
No

TIME TRAVELER
No what?

_____
What?

TIME TRAVELER
YOU SPEAK IN RIDDLES FUTURECHILD! Do all such spawn of your generation verbify in such obfuscated enigmaticisms, or is it just you?

_____
I guess.

TIME TRAVELER
You guess what?

_____
Nothing. Nevermind.

TIME TRAVELER
AGAIN! I have been hoisted by your oratorical potard, if I do sing so myself sir. But perhaps I can manage a deuce with a question of my own. How has human flight prevailed since Orville and Wilbur embarked at Kitty Hawk? Are our wings found only in Ohio or are we birds elsewhere?

_____
We have planes. I guess. People fly places.

TIME TRAVELER
It is not the completion of your words, but rather the poetry of the moment that brings a tear to my eye as of now! And what of Edison’s wax cylinder? Are the voices of the dead captured in such a way as he predicted? What of Roosevelt? And temperance?

_____
Uh…

TIME TRAVELER
Has the direct-current electric horseless automobile yet dominated the streets? Are the diseases which once plagued humanity yet cured? Is the anarchist menace yet defeated, or do their acts of terrorism still strike fear into the hearts of civilized people everywhere? If we have not been colonized by some moon force of odd-shaped invaders, have we then been said colonizers in places located beyond the cold nothing of space? Have we been to other stars? Has America yet legislated itself into perfection? Is poverty a thing of the past? Do children still go to bed hungry in this world, or is everyone as fat as we? Where are you going? Where, what are you doing?

_____
I’m going back to my seat.

TIME TRAVELER
But you haven’t yet answered my questions! How much has changed? How far have we come? What is this newlified future like, and what of pomade? How has pomade changed lo these many years I have been navigating the space-time canals of time and space?

Aren’t you going to answer me?

Are you just going to sit there? And say nothing?

Have you nothing to say? Have you no answer?

Is this what the future is really like?

Is this what I have to look forward to?

Perhaps this time is a steak too rare. Yes, that’s it. I must place myself back in the oven to emerge, juicy and tenderloinicised another day. Maybe the future of this future is a future more worth waiting for. Fairtheewell, bleary-eyed slack-taskers of the new new era! I’m off to better, and even newer times! Excelsior!

The TIME TRAVELER stares at her wristwatch, again his eyes and waiting impatiently for the future.

3 - The Axeman's 5onnet

9.10.06

An Executioner, W/ Axe

To me it seems there is no end in sight.
I find myself to be ever-employed, and
Though some might find this fact quite terrible,
Brains in baskets put food on the table.
The pike, that is a nasty thing for me.
The Crown’s orders – a great deal more gruesome.
I’m not the crow pecking at your eyeballs,
But merely the arms behind the axefall.
The steel is going to drop either way.
It will slice tomorrow if not today.
So pray for a clean cut, no matter what
You say, you are stuck in a bloody mess.
Just don’t pray for pity on either bloke,
The headless or the one behind the stroke.

Saturday

2

9.9.06

King

Brutus?

Servant

Yes, my liege?

King

I’m depressed…

Servant

Oh no! My liege…

King

Yes, I’m afraid it is so. I, your King, am down and out.

Servant

But why, My liege? Whatever is the matter?

King

To be honest? Everything is the matter. I look out this castle window, and I can gaze upon more than half my entire kingdom. I can see the merchants keeping our economy running. Over there, surfs are toiling away in the fields. Within our walls, I can see the slaves carrying foreign tributes to my mountain of gold…

Servant

Why, this should be cause for great celebration! I’ll get the royal harem tout suite!

King

No, no, that won’t be necessary.

Servant

Then I shall collect some prisoners of war for you, sir, so you might run them through…

King

No, thank you. In fact, here, take my sword. I no longer wish to murder anyone.

The King gives the sword to the Servant

Servant

My liege!

King

When I look back on all the people I’ve murdered, I don’t feel the same joy I used to. In fact, it makes me gloomier still.

Servant

What joy in life is there to be had if you can’t take pleasure in the pain and suffering of your enemies?

King

That’s just it. I’m the most powerful King in all the land, everyone fears, respects and obeys me. Why, I don’t believe I have any enemies left!

Servant

Then we’ll create new ones! I’ll gather useless people to pose as invaders…

King

That would be of no use to this black mood. We need a new way of thinking.

Servant

A new way of thinking…

King

Times like these call for desperate measures.

Servant

Yes, desperate measures…

King

It’s time for a change…

Servant

The times, they are a…what?

King

As of today, I am liquidating all the wealth in the royal treasury.

Servant

Great Scott!

King

I shall distribute all of my gold and lands to the fiefs in my fiefdom, until every last person has the means to provide for themselves. Only then will I find solace in my riches.

Servant

But if you don’t have money, you don’t have power!

King

I don’t need power, Brutus. I no longer wish to rule such a large portion of the world. Instead, I shall pass on authority to a democratically elected body, perhaps a parliamentary leadership, so that the people might govern themselves.

Servant

What if the people elect a villain, or a thief?

King

Well, I will create an indelible law that grants and acknowledges the rights of the public, which will in turn allow to populace to protect itself through means of public forum.

Servant

And the royal harem?

King

Oh. I suppose they should go free too. But tell them they’re welcome to, uh, crash here anytime they like. For this is the dawning of my new age of generosity!

Servant

Age of generosity…

King

After today there will be no more wanton murder on my hands. No more suffering in the name of my wealth. Not another drop of blood will be needless spil’t!

The Servant runs the King through with the sword.

Servant

Age of generosity my arse!

The Servant dons the King’s royal robes and crown. After taking a moment to admire the attire, the Servant looks out the window.

Servant

You there! Why aren’t you carrying more gold! Work harder! And you! Surf! Yes you, who do you think I’m talking to, the million other surfs out there? Make your crops grow faster! I want to eat them all in front of your starving family during my next orgy! Slave! Look here! Slave! Guard! Have that slave flayed alive for not paying attention!

One could get used to this quite easily…

Friday

1

9.8.06

Performer
This is nothing less than a manifesto. Although I will pretend that there is some degree of dialogue between you and I, there is not. There is only the potential for dialogue, and in the spirit of these times that potential will be ignored.

Chorus
<>

After a moment, the Performer points up. The chorus falls silent.

Performer
Contrary to the spirit of these times, all efforts are focused toward a search for truth.

Chorus
TRUTH.

Performer
But first we should know what is at stake.

The Chorus drops to the ground dead. Over the course of the Performer’s next speech, they will continue to decompose until the sight of them is almost too ghastly to bear.

Performer
We will never know the truth. Even if we discovered it, the truth would largely be ignored. Such is the way humanity seems to work. What is important is that we keep ourselves searching for the truth. The search is more meaningful than the truth itself. Only by maintaining our search will we ever hope keep ourselves alive. When you ignore the search, this is what happens. Dead bodies. Some day we will all have something in common with these people. That day comes too soon for many, and it is because they are ignored. By you. You in particular. And me. People die because of our ignorance. This is the truth. But it isn’t important until you find out for yourself.

Chorus
<>

Performer
Find out for yourself. Look at what you want. Ask yourself, what do I want? Make a list. What do you want? How long is your list? There is no limit, and there shouldn’t be. You have a right to want, just as you have a right to think. Now imagine ten people, and imagine what their list amounts to. Now imagine the lists of everyone in this place. Now imagine the lists of everyone in this city. This state. This region. Now imagine the lists of everyone in this nation. Everyone everywhere. Imagine how many wants there are.

The Chorus has already begun standing and speaking.

Chorus
I want to be alive
I want to be free
I want to be happy
I want to be loved
I want to be useful
I want to be healthy
I want to be protected
I want to be safe
I want to be heard
I want to be right
I want to be righteous
I want to be successful
I want to be wealthy
I want to be rich
I want to be powerful
I want to be good
I want to be
I want to be holy
I want to be
I want to be good
I want to be powerful
I want to be rich
I want to be wealthy
I want to be successful
I want to be righteous
I want to be right
I want to be heard
I want to be safe
I want to be protected
I want to be healthy
I want to be useful
I want to be loved
I want to be happy
I want to be free
I want to be alive

Performer
Everyone has a right to want these things. You have the right to pursue these things. When you were born, no matter where you were, you were given these rights. Your rights can never be taken away from you. They can only be ignored. People die when their rights are ignored. This can only happen when they themselves are ignored. As long as you are human, this should never happen to you. You have a right not to be ignored.

Chorus
DO NOT IGNORE ME.

Performer
This is a manifesto.

Chorus
DO NOT IGNORE ME.

Performer
For me it is a prayer.

Chorus
DO NOT IGNORE ME.

Performer
For you it is a warning.

Chorus
DO NOT IGNORE ME.

Performer
Because I can’t ignore you.

Chorus
NEVER AGAIN.

Performer
Ignore no one.

Chorus
EVER AGAIN.

Performer
Unless you wish to be ignored.

Thursday

365 a year

365
Starting
365
this
365
morning,
365
or
365
rather,
365
this
365
coming
365
morning.
365
to
365
be
365
posted
365
on
365
this
365
blog.
365




(special thanks to Dave Strackany and Suzan-Lori Parks for the idea)

 
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