“The Purity of White” (drama) 1 Minute

Photo Courtesy JIN.THAI

 

(she walks around a tree while delivering these words)

JIN:  Monkeys fall gracefully from the sky, clinging tightly to the string from the balloon that floats them.  Dangling with a programmed stare.  Crust in their eyes accompanied by infrequent yawns.

(pause.)

The purity of white looms over everyone’s eyes.  The purity of WHITE.  

(pause.)

The monkeys land safely on skateboards, taking off to do as they think they tell themselves.  Millions misled.  Millions more dead.

Big fat fucking elephants, wearing tight thin t-shirts…nipples popping out with squiggly tiny tails…most wear…big, round, large, fat, pudgy, small brained monsters of takeover.  

Millions misled.  Millions more dead.

Control. Such control.  So many camps set up and positioned around the world.  It’s all damp, things look so damp, feel so damp.  WET, stuck to my body, water streaking off my fingertips, running off my jeans.  Squeeze.  Rinse out my brain under a steamy hot faucet of shit.  No sanctuary.  

Still.  

(pause.)

Go on.  Dumb on.  Damp on.  

(pause.)

Go on…

“The Shape of I” (drama) 2 Minutes

Photo Courtesy IRARGERICH

 

(there must be a series of nine wooden chairs on stage.  Same furnished style chair, nine times all facing the man standing center of the stage.  Four chairs stage left aimed at him, four chairs staged right aimed at him and one chair directly behind him, facing out to audience)

I:  Gaa Gaa, Goo Goo.  Ga da da da, di ga da geeeeeeeerrr….

(giggles)

Geeesh.  Geeesh hiccup geee dee daa da.

Da…da…

Da…da d

daaaaaad.

Da Da.

DaDa.

Da

Da

Dad a

Dad 

Dad.

Dad, why?  Why Da Da?  Why?  Ow!  Ouch here.  Ouch here Dada.  (points to his heart)  Ouch here Dad.  

(violently kicks over chair)

(sound of wood twisting – amplified)

Hurt here!!!  Hurt here!!!  Hurt here!!!!!!!

(pounding his chest with his fist)

(makes a ooo aaa Gorilla noise.)

Hurts here Dada!  Hurts here Dad!

(sits down Indian style)

Walked your life to me.  Walked here.  Walked and met Mommy and made me under the trees.  Under those trees, over there Dad.  Those trees.  Shiny leaves.  Sun breaking through stings my eyes.  Shiny Shiny leaves Dad.

(Another Gorilla type noise but this time more human than Gorilla)

Ooo Ah!

(stands up pacing)

Dad, I just want to know.  Where did it all go?  What steps have you taken?  Steps, all these steps you have taken.  Did every step count?  

I have such cold hands father.  My hands are freezing lately.  So cold, so stiff.  My hands are frozen lately father.  Frozen.  My knuckles crack when I move them and they make a crackle.  Keeeh.  Keeeh!  Keeeh!  They make a snap, crackle, pop like those old commercials dad.  Used to watch those afterwards Dad.  After the figures. After the cold brown chair.  After the big cold brown wooden chair, big brown wooden table, bigger than anything, bigger than the world.  Crackle!  Bigger than the room.  Crack!  Bigger than your own heart.  Crack!  My heart.  Crack!  My mother’s heart.  Crack.  Snap! Pop!  All between the lines.  Pencils between the lines.  

Always focused.  Always tried.  Always scared out of my mind.

Snap!  Crackle!  Pop!

Always shook.  Always took.  Always scared out of my mind.  Crackle!

Could never understand it, Dad.  Could never understand it then as now.  

Wet pillows that ran off my cheeks and took flight into freedom, getting away, until landing squarely into…SMACK! CRACKLE! POP!

(sound of wood twisting – amplified)

Nothing was safe.  Time was not safe.

Throbbing temple against the crooked mind.

Nothing was safe.

(he sits in chair directly behind him, center stage, facing audience)

(long pause.)

Here I am.  The shape of I.

“What’s In An Ear?” (serio-comedy) 1 Minute

Photo Courtesy DAVI SOMMERFELD

 

(An enormous ear rests center stage)

(A small man enters from stage left wearing a top hat and suit to match)

(The man stops five feet before the ear, takes off his top hat and bows.  He places the top hat back on his head before speaking)

EDGAR:  Good day.  Do you mind if I climb inside your ear?  (beat)  I promise to be gentle.  I won’t hurt you, you have my word.  I promise not to be long.  I know you’ve let others come into your ear.  You’ve allowed the world of voices to enter your ear.  I was hoping I may sit inside for a moment.  Would that be safe?

(beat)

Well, thank you kindly.  I appreciate your generosity.  It is so difficult these days.

(he climbs inside the ear)

So troublesome.  Really, it is.  So painfully troublesome.  Too many distractions exist.  So many confusions.  Wouldn’t you agree?  If one mind can rule it’s own mind…

(he takes off his top hat and wipes the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief)

So now I can tell you about what happened to me last Sunday.  (asks himself) Was it last Sunday?  It WAS last Sunday that I went out to the store and bought some butter. (laughing himself into hysteria)  Isn’t that hysterical?  Went to the store and bought some butter.  Where else can something like that happen?  Only here.  Only here.

(long pause.)

Dull. 

(long pause.)

There is nothing worse than to get misled.  That’s what happened to her.  She was misled.  Sucked into the winds of venom like a lamb being led to a pack of hungry wolves.  But there was only one wolf.  One angry ass wolf.  The mother wolf.  She had thick white fur and gorgeous blue eyes.  They glimmered when she walked, the eyes.

There is nothing worse than to get misled.  That’s what happened to her.  She was misled.  (says quickly) Like a little itty bitty kitty catty crossing a five lane highway while running blindfolded with cotton in her ears.  BAM!!!!  SPIN!!!!!  LAND!!!! SLIDE!!!  You’re out!!!!

I apologize.  I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you.  Sorry for that burst of energy.  

(beat)

It’s so hard on us. Everything flashes violently around like a moth circling a candle, but it’s not the moth I watch nor the candle but rather the popping noise one hears after.  

Can I climb back out of your ear now?  I told you I wouldn’t be long.  

I’ll be back my friend.  Good day.

(he places his top hat back on his head)

(he exits stage right)

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