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Enter IT, enthusiastic. Faces audience and looks at audience happily, and then speaks directly to audience. IT: OK. You want to play? OK - I’m IT. I’ll be blind a while and I'll count and you go hide. OK? Yippee! IT closes eyes and places hands over eyes and counts. IT: One..two... Go hide! Three...four...five... I’m IT! Six...seven..eight...nine... Oh, this is fun... Aaandddd - Ten! I’m IT and I’m coming! IT takes hands off eyes, opens eyes and looks about. IT looks with enthusiasm. IT: Oh...where are you? I’m IT and I search and I find you nowhere... OK...I’ll search again... I search over hills and in parks I look behind bush and below benches but you are nowhere to be found. OK...I’ll search again... IT looks about on stage, pretending to climb over a hill, or a tree, and so forth...looking...searching... *Enter THAT. THAT observes IT searching, for some time - and then speaks.* THAT: What are you doing? IT: Who, me? THAT: Yes, you. There’s no one else here. So what are you doing? IT (coming close to THAT): I’m searching. I’m IT and I’m at play, you see. You know - hide and seek. I’m looking. THAT: I see. And your name? IT: They call me Life. (Silence) IT: And your name? THAT: They call me Death. (Silence.) Life: I suppose we should embrace. Death: Yes, we should. Come closer. (Life moves forward, closer to Death, and they embrace.) Death: That is nice and warm. Life: That is ****** cold! Death: Hug me hard Till we are one. Life: Like dissolving into each other? Death: Yes - like two become one. That sort of imagery, that manner of speech. Those delightful cliches. Life: Should we turn off the lights then? Death: Yes, we should. It’s no longer child’s play, is it? Life: No. It’s no longer child’s play; There’s another 4-letter word for play One could use - but play will do. Death: Yes. So let’s turn off the lights. (Lights fade.) Life: Maybe we should draw the curtains as well? Death: Yes, we should. (Shouts) CURTAINS! (End. Stage is in complete darkness. Curtain.)
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Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 6:26 AM UTC
hide and seek ( a tragicomedy)
Enter IT, enthusiastic. Faces audience and looks at audience happily, and then speaks directly to audience. IT: OK. You want to play? OK - I’m IT. I’ll be blind a while and I'll count and you go hide. OK? Yippee! IT closes eyes and places hands over eyes and counts. IT: One..two... Go hide! Three...four...five... I’m IT! Six...seven..eight...nine... Oh, this is fun... Aaandddd - Ten! I’m IT and I’m coming! IT takes hands off eyes, opens eyes and looks about. IT looks with enthusiasm. IT: Oh...where are you? I’m IT and I search and I find you nowhere... OK...I’ll search again... I search over hills and in parks I look behind bush and below benches but you are nowhere to be found. OK...I’ll search again... IT looks about on stage, pretending to climb over a hill, or a tree, and so forth...looking...searching... *Enter THAT. THAT observes IT searching, for some time - and then speaks.* THAT: What are you doing? IT: Who, me? THAT: Yes, you. There’s no one else here. So what are you doing? IT (coming close to THAT): I’m searching. I’m IT and I’m at play, you see. You know - hide and seek. I’m looking. THAT: I see. And your name? IT: They call me Life. (Silence) IT: And your name? THAT: They call me Death. (Silence.) Life: I suppose we should embrace. Death: Yes, we should. Come closer. (Life moves forward, closer to Death, and they embrace.) Death: That is nice and warm. Life: That is ****** cold! Death: Hug me hard Till we are one. Life: Like dissolving into each other? Death: Yes - like two become one. That sort of imagery, that manner of speech. Those delightful cliches. Life: Should we turn off the lights then? Death: Yes, we should. It’s no longer child’s play, is it? Life: No. It’s no longer child’s play; There’s another 4-letter word for play One could use - but play will do. Death: Yes. So let’s turn off the lights. (Lights fade.) Life: Maybe we should draw the curtains as well? Death: Yes, we should. (Shouts) CURTAINS! (End. Stage is in complete darkness. Curtain.)
...an experiment in verse...a verse play...a bit of the Theater of the Absurd...some echoes of Samuel Beckett...a little of Dali in words...
raj-arumugam
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raj-arumugam
Australian
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 6:26 AM UTC
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