Thursday, October 27, 2011

"IN THE HOTEL ROOM"
A
PLAY
BY
BINA SHARIF

Copyright:binasharif:2011

MOONOOSHA MANOOSHA (A CALL GIRL)

BHANDOOR BHANDOOR: (A RICH FAT MAN, A BANKER PROBABLY)

MOONOOSHA:

Money first Mr...

BHANDOOR:

I just treated you at a five star restaurant.
You ate so much
You drank so much
The wine bottle after another wine bottle.
One wine bottle cost me one thousand dollars
Already you have cost me some big bucks...

MOONOOSHA:

Big bucks you stole from me...

BHANDRA: (Laughs his heart out)

From you?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, from you? ha, ha, ha, ha,

MOONOOSHA:

Yes, from people like me and the others...

BHANDRA:

People like you? Ha, ha, ha, ha......People like you?
What a joke! What a fat white joke. You are a call girl.
I pay you. I feed you, I pay the bill, the big fat bill.
Though you are small, lean and thin, you have a good appetite.
You eat a lot. You ate the whole lobster, the frisee salad, kalmata
olive bread, the buffalo cheese, the truffle soaked soft goat cheese with
a hint of white asparagus, Cream of pumpkin seed soup and that chocolate mousse...
and you are still so slim...I look at the food and I get fat, look at me,

(Aside) I hope after spending so much money, so much money on this skin and bones
creature, after spending a fortune,
 amount of money a bright student can graduate from Harvard.
I hope after all that I can get it up...
After all I am paying her for fucking me,
 fucking me, the real fucking me and not just fucking me up...
But actually if I can't get it up, it won't be her fault

But still I want her to fuck me and I want to fuck her to get my money's worth, maybe if I can't get it up I will ask her to suck me but If I am still so limp what's the pleasure in sucking a piece of candy which has been sucked already, 
so what am I going to do? I should have eaten less.

Small portions of all that gourmet food when,
 you order everything and just look at it and smell it 
and feel powerful and rich even if you are a call girl 
but a call girl not for an ordinary ass hole 
but an important hedge fund ass hole. 
 They know who to get a call from.

They are smart. 
 Actually smarter than all the fat hedge fund managers 
who end up going to jail eventually.
 just like those two aliens, fat aliens from another planet who just went to jail for life.
They don't know how to steal, 
those beginners at the game of fraud...Please, they have lots to
learn from pros like us... learn from us ass holes. 
 The first lesson of fraud is not to get caught.
If you are going to get caught don't do it. Just don't do it.
 Don't even try. You are going to get caught any way
Just cheat and steal and spend it on hookers and call girls.

This one, (He gestures towards the call girl who is sitting and sipping champagne) Look at her, skin and bones, even if I could get it up, her bones are going to stick in my loose flesh like spiked heels which look like thorny daggers. Maybe I should just give her the money and send her home, this bitch...She will be happy to leave and why not? She won't even have to have her thongs off and make thirty thousand dollars just for her spiky clavicle bone.

What the fuck for?
Why do we spend so much money on hookers and prostitutes and call girls while we all have wives?

Our fucking wives are as fat as us....mother fuckers fat, fat, fat, fat.
I can tolerate my fat but not my wife's.
A woman's fat is ugly, ugly, ugly.
Like a pig, a female pig, wife pig, wife fat.
Can you imagine a wife and fat on top of it?

Just to have a skinny woman in my room, in my bed even if her shin is like the sharpest possible blade of a dagger hitting my testicles....and paying thirty thousand dollars for that...
Even if its stolen money from other fat mother fuckers, its still going from my pocket to her little purse.
Holly shit, so much of my money is going to go in her tiny little shiny purse, the bitch of a hooker, the cunt of a call girl, the mother of whores, the mother of all whores with pus coming out of her smelly cunt, the smell which she hides with Channel number five which I fucking buy for all these mother fucker whores who fuck so many other fat hedge fund mother fuckers that I can't put my mouth on her smelly cunt so I have to buy her perfume first and then feed her the Foi Gras and truffles and then bring her here, pay $3000 for the room where she is going to demand her fucking $3o,ooo and I am limp as melting ice cream.
It happens always. Always. By the time I bring these whores in the room for another champagne I go limp.
No force, no hardness, no stiffness, no nothing.
(Touches his crotch)
What's wrong with you, you mother fucker? 
 Why don't you stand up for yourself?
Stand up you ass hole, Stand up.
 I am paying so much money for you to stand up and you
are always sleeping. Why are you always dozing off on me?
Which pills did you take?
She gave it to you?
This bitch?
This fucking bitch?

But you were sleeping with the last bitch and the bitch before this one.
You love to sleep.
I take you out, feed you, take you to the ball games, 
take you to fancy hotel rooms
and all you do is want to sleep and now you are sleeping.
What the fuck am I going to do with this bitch's bones if you don't stand up?
Stand up for your self. There is no dignity in always being so limp.
Stand up for your self and stand up for me.

What, the gucci under wear of mine is too tight for you to stand up?

Ok, I am going to free you from the bondage of Gucci, 
Ok so you can stand up like a man, tall, erect, unbending, 
ready to shoot like John Wayne....Shoot baby shoot, shoot her...
ha,ha,ha,ha, Yes, I would love to shoot her before I give her my $30,000
 but then I will for sure go to jail and my success is not to go to jail.
That's for sure, That is my decision. 
 That is the decision of every smart hedge fund manager.
Steal but never go to jail.

Those two fat ones, one was really fat, fat,
 I mean fat, much fatter than me,
The other one also fat but not as fat as the first one,
Both went to jail.
Stupid.
They thought they were as smart as us,but hell no.
No one is as smart as us.
They were foreigners....
Stupid idiots.
 If you are a stupid idiot who don't know how to steal,
 don't become a hedge fund manager.
To have a limp penis is one thing but to go to jail?
That's a killer man.
I will take a limp penis any day.

MOONOOSHA:

So let me have it.

BHANDRA:

Let you have what?

MOONOOSHA:

Let me have my money.

NHANDRA:

And?

MOONOOSHA:

And let me go home

BHANDRA:

And what about the fucking?

MONOOSHA:

You seems like a pudding, a cold jello, a syrupy sorbet, a terra missou, a wet spung cake,
spagetti soaked with too much sauce, a soft pillow to lie your head on and snore...

BHANDRA:

So why would you get paid if I am a huge bundle of dripping, syrupy softness?

MONOOSHA:

That's my pay to be here in this hotel room with you...
What happens in that hotel room or what doesn't happen is not part of my contract.

BHANDRA:

Who signed the contract?

MONOOSHA:

Our business has nothing to do with written contracts and even if it was, you won't
sign your name on anything.
You know what I am talking about?
The adultery the divorce, the alimony,
 the billions of dollars you will have to pay to your fat wife.

BHANDRA:

How do you know my wife is fat?

MONOOSHA: (Laughs)

Every fat man who has a lot of money to pay an expensive call girl in a hotel room
who can't get it up has a fat wife at home ,
who will sue his ass for all the money
 he has been stealing from all the banks in the world. 
 You don't want your fat wife to get all your money. Do you?

You are better off paying me my share and let it go at that.
The call girl will save you all the trouble of fat lawyers, 
fat wives and all that money you will have to give to your hedge fund children.
Come on hand me the dollars so I can go to another client.
You are not capable of even me sucking you, 
how are you going to fuck?

Its just a waste of my time.
Other clients com so fast and I am out of the door in five minutes.
You are taking too much time dozzing off and snoring.

BHANDRA:

I am not snoring, I am not dozzing off,
 I am wide awake as a hawk 
and you have to do something to me or with me
 before you get my money. Its hard earned money.

MONNOSHA:

Hard earned, my smelly ass. Its my money in your pocket any way, 
my money and
the money of millions of people like me.

BHANDRA:

Oh! there are millions of call girls like you out there?

MONOOSHA:

Don't fuck with me Mr, You know what I mean
now open your God damned wallet
and give me my share.

BHANDRA:

Your share?
You are not in my office as my hedge fund assistant
You are just a call girl and bony call girl on top of that 
and so far you have not done nothing to me, 
you haven't even touch my penis yet,
You are not getting a penny.

MONOOSHA: (Furious)

Oh! yes, you fuck, oh! yes.
I am going to use my bony ribs and my bony elbows
 and my bony legs and my bony ass to kick you into a purple pulp, 
yo fuck, you mother fucker...
Where is your fucking wallet?
Where is your fucking wallet? (She is screaming)

BHANDRA:

Don't scream so loud, some one will hear you. 
 I have a reputation in this town.

MONOOSHA;

Yes, I know you have a reputation that your penis doesn't rise and women like me have to wait all night to get their money waiting for your mother fucker penis to raise its head...but I am not one of those suckers, those martyrs from South East Asia and Russia, I am born and bread in here, in here in the United States of America and you don't know what I can do to you...you fuck. 

(She leaps at him like a tiger, they struggle for a while, she finds his wallet in his pocket, takes the money, and starts to leave)

BHANDRA:

At least suck my penis once, at least once, suck my penis before you go so I can feel that I got some thing out of it. Suck my penis, please suck my penis, I am a big boss, every employ of mine in my office would suck my penis if I asked them and even if I didn't ask them, but I have a reputation in this town, please suck my penis...

MONOOSH:

Go suck your penis yourself.

BHANDRA:

No I can't. I am too fat. And even if I was thin like you I won't be able to suck my own penis.
If that was the case we men, we rich men in the finance business will save lots of our money.
if we could only suck our own penises...but we can't...I am sure no one can suck his own penis...that's why we pay you so much money...you took a hell of a lot of money out of my wallet now suck my penis before you leave.

MONOOSH:

Go home, ask your wife to suck your limp penis.
 I have high standards. 
 The penis I suck is very
lean, hungry, tall, erect and agile. 
 Your penis is an insult to manhood. 
 Your penis is an insult to humanity.
Go ask your wife to suck your flabby penis.

BHANDRA:

A wife never suck a penis especially a fat wife. 
 I have a fat wife. A very fat wife. A very very fat wife.

MONOOSH:

Oh! go fuck yourself and go fuck your wife.

BHANDRA:

My wife and I don't fuck. 
 We are both too fat to fuck each other. 
 That's the reason I have bony call girls.

MONOOSH:

(As she is leaving)

Hey listen, Mr, hedge fund manger, 
Do anything and everything possible within your reach to get your penis up and standing for at least half an hour...That's how much time I need to suck any penis...I am an expert in sucking a thick, juicy, steely and hard penis.
Get that done and then call me...

By the way my fee is hundred thousand dollars per sucking...
I charged you less
because I am a fair human being....
I knew the moment I heard about your profession, the situation of our penis.
I have been with the likes of you.  Always like a pulp made of avocado...
with sour cream on it...
and sour cream is not my cup of tea.
I like home made fresh cream with English scones for breakfast after...
 Aftre the other delicious cream made by a man.
A man.
I say.
A man. 
 And you are not a man. 
 Good night.

(She leaves)

LIGHTS FADE

THE END

Thursday, October 20, 2011

THEMES

Themes
Thoughts
Notes
Fragments

Yes, fragments
That's a good title
Fragments...
Fragments of a thought.

Fragments of thoughts
Fragments of many thoughts
That's all I have
That's all I seem to have
Fragments of thoughts

Thoughts fragmented
Disconnected thoughts
Thoughts not coherent
Fragmented...Boken.

Thoughts, so many thoughts
Not connected
Fragmented
Broken into many other thoughts
Thoughts scattered
Fragmented
Not cohesive
Broken into fragments
Broken rhythms of thoughts
Un-ending broken, fragmented thoughts
Thoughts?
Nevertheless, many thoughts
Every second another fragment of a thought
What can be made of the broken fragmented thoughts?

A poem?
A play?
A novel?
An essay?
A memoir?
A lecture?
A talk?
A Novella?
An epic poem?

Nothing?
None of the above
Why not?
Too fragmented
Not connected
No narrative
No thread
No connection with the previous thought
No relationship of any kind
Just thoughts
Too fragmented
Too many thoughts
Too many thoughts

What should I do with all these broken thoughts?
All these fragments of thoughts?
NOTES

Jotting down
Notes
Observations
Hints
Clues
Memos
Dinner table conversations
Snatches of talk overheard in the streets
On a passing day...

On a passing day at work
A full account of an episode
Or just one word...
LIFE AND ITS LONELINESS

For your own peace of mind
You have to resign
Resign to the shit

You can't win
Let them win
Tha'ts your peace of mind
Their winning is your own comfort
Comfort of your mind

They won't leave you alone otherwise
Let them win
And then
Resign to their winning
KEEP A LID

Keep a lid on combustible dynamics of your nature.
Just bite your tongue
Keep biting it
Till it bleeds...
Then spit out the blood

It might splash on others
They will be angry at you
But they will be angry at you any way
Whether you bark
Or bite your tongue
They will be angry at you
Whether you spit blood or not
They will be angry

But just bite your tongue
Keep a lid on your expression, emotions, anger, laughter,
happiness, unhappiness, rage.

Keep a lid
Its a free democracy
Freedom of expression
Don't say anything
They will be mad at you.
OBSERVATIONS OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE ABOUT OTHER UNHAPPY PEOPLE

AT HIGH LINE ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON


1: "OH! THOSE ARE STRAGE LOOKING PEOPLE.

2:"HE IS AN UNHAPPY REPUBLICAN"

3:THEY ARE UGLY, BUT I AM SURE THEY F**K

EVERY UGLY COUPLE F**K A LOT."

4: THERE, THERE, BUNCH OF STRAIGHT,

UNHAPPY AGITATED NEUROTICS"

5:NOT SO UGLY, NOT SO ILL DRESSED EITHER.

WHAT A SURPRISE!"

6:UGLY. HORRIBLE CLOTHES"

7:UGLY,  ILL DRESSED, UNHAPPY"

8:UGLY, ILL DRESSED, FAT."

9:BUNCH OF LESBIANS."

10: FUNDAMENTALIST REPUBLICANS TAKING A WALK WITH FUNDAMENTALIST

MUSLIM WOMEN WITH THEIR HEAD COVERED WITH SCARVES, ALL UGLY,

ALL ILL DRESSED, ALL FAT"
11: NOT SO UGLY BUT UGLY ENOUGH"
12: IN BETWEEN UGLY AND NOT SO UGLY BUT UGLY ENOUGH"
13:ILL DRESSED, UNHAPPY"
14: PURPOSELESS WANDERINGS IN SEAR SUCKERS"
15: ALL UGLY, JCREW, ILL FITTING, FAT SHOWING"
16: UGLY FAT KIDS DOING HIP HOPP, CURSING"
17: UGLY,YGLY, UGLY HOUSE WIVES TAKING A STROLL IN A BARREN PARK
FEELING SO GOOD ABOUT THEMSELVES"

18: CHILDREN AND DOGS ALL UGLY"
19:AFRICAN MAIDS WITH STROLLERS FULL OF WHITE CHILDREN"

20: AFRICAN MAIDS WITH WHITE CHILDREN ON THE CELL PHONE
KIDS CRYING AND HOWLING"

21: HE IS UGLY, SHE IS IN BETWEEN"

22: MAKING THE OLD LADY SUFFER BRINGING HER UP FOR WHAT? BURNT UGLY
BUSHES"

23:IN BETWEEN UGLY AND NOT SO UGLY. SLIGHTLY BETTER THAN ALL THE OTHER
UGLY PEOPLE AND UGLY DOGS AND UGLY CLUSTERS OF BURNT OUT BUSHES AND NO GRASS AND AWFUL VIEW OF DOWNTRODDEN APTS WITH GLASS HIGH RISES

AND UGLY PEOPLE DRINKING STARBUCK'S TASTELESS COFFEE, CHATTING AWAY ON THEIR iPHONES MADE BY CHINESE SLAVES WHO GOT THEIR HANDS MANGLED FOR A FEW PENNIES AFTER WORKING FOR 14 HOURS A DAY SO THE UGLY PEOPLE ON THIS UGLY PLANET ON THIS UGLY HIGH LINE CAN CHAT AWAY BUMPING INTO EVERYONE'S SHOULDERS AND TAKING PEOPLE'S EYES OUT OF THERE SOCKETS BY THEIR IMMENSE BACK PACKS. UGLY HIGH LINE IS FULL OF UGLY, UNHAPPY, FAT, ILL DRESSED PEOPLE OF ALL COLORS, ALL GENDERS, GAY AND STRAIGHT, DEMOCRATES AND REPUBLICANS, TEA PARTY AND SARAH PALIN TYPES AND THEIR DOGS, YES DOGS, UGLY, UGLY DOGS AND UGLY US WATCHING UGLY OTHERS. FAT US WATCHING OTHER FAT ASSESS ON THIS UGLY HIGH LINE. SO MUCH UGLINESS, SO MUCH, UNHAPPINESS, SO MANY ILL DRESSED PEOPLE, SO MANY STROLLERS, SO MANY CHILDREN, SO MANY AFRICAN MAIDS, SO MANY UGLY BUILDINGS SURROUNDING THE UGLY SO CALLED PARK.   SO MANY OF US, SO UNHAPPY, SO FAT, SO UGLY, AND YES DRINKING STARBUCK COFFEE AND SO MANY DOGS, ALL UGLY DOGS IN ONE SPOT FOR A SUNDAY AFTERNOON STROLL. UN BELIEVABLE COLLECTION OF UGLINESS, UNHAPPINESS AND BAD CLOTHES IN ONE SPOT IN ONE AFTERNOON. WE ARE SO UGLY, SO UNHAPPY, SO FAT ON THE CELL PHONES BUMPING INTO OTHER UNHAPPY, ILL DRESSED, UGLY PEOPLE AT THIS UGLY SPOT CALLED, HIGHLINE. UGLY, UGLY, UGLY

SUNDAY AFTERNOON FULL OF US, THE FAT,  THE UGLY,  THE ILL DRESSED PEOPLE. ALL OF US UGLY PEOPLE ARE HAVING A WONDERFUL SUNDAY AFTERNOON."

Saturday, October 15, 2011

IN THE HOTEL ROOM
A
PLAY
BY
BINA SHARIF

copyright:binasharif2011

MARA,MARA:
(Very excited)
So tell me again,
What can happen in the hotel room?

BUMBA,BUMBA:

What can happen? (laughs heartily)

MARA,MARA

Yes, what can?

BUMBA, BUMBA

Sex
Corruption
Adultery
Murder
Drugs
Weapons
Food
Eroticism
Sex again
Another murder
Oral sex
Oral rape
Oral rape in the bathroom
Oral sex in the hallway
Sex proper in the bed room

MARA,MARA:

What's sex proper?

BUMBA,BUMBA:

All of the above

MARA,MARA:

Go on...

BUMBA,BUMBA:

Naked orgies
$3000 per night orgy
Naked fat hedge fund people fornicate
Cleaning ladies saying to them,  Don't touch me, don't touch me.
Financiers naked penis dangling in-front of the cleaning lady...
Financier wants truffles and oral sex together.
Martini
Some more rape
Consensual

MARA MARA:

What does that mean?

BUMBA, BUMBA:

Agreement between the two parties having oral rape and oral sex...

MAR,MARA:

Oral agreement or written agreement?

BUMBA,BUMBA:

Agreement over what?

MARA, MARA:

Agreement over oral rape or oral sex or agreement over anal rape?

BUMBA, NUMBA:

It depends what kind of mood the hedge fund penis is in

MARA, MARA:

Oh! I see. Must have an expensive mood

BUMBA, BUMBA:

But of course. I will come back to it. I have to take a shower.

MARA, MARA:

Why?

BUMBA, BUMBA:

In case...in case of what?
In case of what?

MARA, MARA:

In case...

(Mara Mara, gets up and go to the bathroom
we hear the water running.

lights fade

End of scene.






Friday, October 14, 2011

"TIGER,TIGER WHERE ARE YOU?
I AM WAITING FOR YOU TO TAKE
ME TO THE ZOO..."

OR

"THE ZOO."

A NEW PLAY
BY
BINA SHARIF

copyright:binaSharif:2011

CHARACTERS:

AKIM

BOUCHA..........(people of the planet in any space)

AKIM

THE TIGER, THE TIGER, THE TIGER...
(Akim runs around, huffing and puffing)

BUSCHA:

WHICH TIGER?

AKIM:

A TIGER...

BUSCHA:

THERE ARE SO MANY TIGERS, SAUDI TIGERS, YEMNI TIGERS,

BAHRENI TIGERS, SYRIAN TIGERS, LIBYIAN TIGERS, PAKISTANI TIGERS,

AFGHANI TIGERS, BENGALI TIGERS...

AKIM:

NOT THE BENGALI TIGERS, THAT'S IN USA....

BUSCHA:

USA?

AKIM

YES, USA

BUSCHA:

WHAT'S USA?

AKIM:

USA IS BROADWAY.  BENGALI TIGER IS ON BROADWAY.

BENGALI TIGER IS PRIVALLEGED.  BENGALI TIGER IS NOT

A TERRORIST. 

 BENGALI TIGER IS SECULAR, DEMOCRATICALLY

ELECTED, 

LIBERAL ENTERTAINMENT ORIENTED TIGER...

BUSCH:

AND SAUDI TIGER?

AKIM:

SAUDI TIGER IS WRAPPED UP IN A BLANKET WITH A REMOTE CONTROL

AND AN OLD TV SET,  SURFING THE CHANNELS IN A CITY AND COUNTRY WHERE

ELECTRICITY GOES OUT FOR MANY,  MANY HOURS IN A DAY AND EVERYTHING

ROTS IN EXTREME HOT WEATHER, 

PEOPLE, ANIMALS, YOGURT, MILK, CHEESE,

LAMB, CHICKEN, PESHWARI KEBOBS, LAMB TIKKA, TANDOORI BAKED NANS,

EVERYTHING BECOM ROTTON AND FUNGUS RIDDEN BLACK WITH THE FAILURE

OF ELECTRICITY.

BUT THE SAUDI TIGER KEEPS WATCHING TV.

BUSCHA?

SO, HOW COME THE SAUDI TIGER KEPT WATCHING ON THAT OLD, OLD, OLD, OLD, OLD,

 OLD, OLD NON FUNCTIONING TV SET?

AKIM:

SAUDI TIGER IS SPECIAL. 

 HE WAS GIVEN HIS PRIVATE GENERATOR TO WATCH

HIMSELF ON TV, WRAPPED UP IN A LICE RIDDEN, INFECTED BLANKET IN A

DEPRESSING LITTLE ROOM LOOKING OLDER THAN DEATH...

BUSCHA:

HOW DID HE PLAN FROM THAT LICE RIDDEN BLANKET AND THE ROOM COVERED IN

 BUG BITES? 

 HE MANGED TO ATTACK ALL THE SUPER POWERS FROM THAT ROOM WRAPPED UP IN A

 BLANKET? 

 WHAT A SAUDI TIGER HE WAS!  HIS LICE WENT TO LONDON,  BARCELLONA,  GERMANY,

 HOLLAND,  FRANCE?

AKIM:

HE HAD SPECIAL POWERS FROM GOD SINCE HE WAS A TIGER AND HE WAS IN A ZOO

BUSCH:

HE WAS IN A ZOO? 

 I DIDN'T KNOW THAT. 

 WHICH ZOO?

AKIM:

THE ZOO, THE BIG ZOO, THE BIGGEST ZOO. ITS CALLED THE WORLD.

BUSCH:

WE ARE IN THE SAME WORLD. 

 IS OUR WORLD A ZOO ALSO?

AKIM:

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

DON'T BE SO NAIVE. WE ARE ALL IN A ZOO.

BUSCH:

WHAT ARE WE PLANNING? 

 WE SHOULD PLAN SOMETHING TOO.

AFTER ALL WE ARE ALL TIGERS IN A ZOO.

AKIM:

WE ARE PLANNING SHIT.

BUSCH:

WE ARE PLANNING TO SHIT?

AKIM:

WE ARE PLANNING SHIT AND WE ARE NOT EVEN SHITTING.

BUSCH:

WHY NOT?

IF WE ARE PLANNING TO SHIT, WHY ARE WE NOT SHITTING?

AKIM:

BECAUSE WE ARE LOSER TIGERS WHO CAN'T EVEN SHIT WHEN THEY PLAN TO SHIT...

BUSCH:

THATS PATHETIC

AKIM:

THATS CORRECT. 

 WE ARE PATHETIC TIGERS IN A PATHETIC WORLD CALLED,  A ZOO,

A SHITTING AND PISSING ZOO...

WE ARE TIGERS WHO HAVE LOST IT.

LOST THE WILL TO FIGHT. 

 HOW CAN WE FIGHT?

WE CAN'T EVEN TAKE A SHIT WHEN ITS NECESSARY...

BUSCH:

THATS SAD. SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD, SAD.

ONCE WE WERE TIGERS AND NOW WE ARE IN A ZOO BEHIND A FENCE TRYING TO

TAKE A SHIT AND CAN'T

SO, SAD,  SO, SAD

AKIM:

YES, SAD, SAD, SAD.

I AM A LOST SAD TIGER FULL OF SHIT.

BUSCH:

ME TOO. ME TOO. I AM A SAD, SAD, SAD TIGER, A SAD TIGER, A VERY SAD TIGER

WHO IS FULL OF SHIT AS WELL.

END OF PLAY


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

NOTHING

Nothing to say
Nothing to write
Nothing of Importance

You have a new idea already?
How come?
Don't believe it.
You have nothing to say
Nothing to write
Nothing of Importance

Now sit down and write it
Write what?

Nothing
Write nothing
Say nothing
Nothing of Importance
That play will be of enormous success

Just be prolific
Like all of them
All of them
Who have nothing to say
Nothing to write
Nothing of importance

Now begin writing
Now you have the successful play
In your head
Now write
Don't delay it
You will lose the though
The thought of nothing

Call the play,

"THE THOUGHT OF NOTHING."

See now you even have a title of the successful play
The one you are going to write
The play of nothing
The play of nothingness...
Nothing is just nothing
The nothing make it into nothingness
The play of nothingness is famous...
Don't try to write a great play
You will fail at the effort

There is no great play
Not right now
The great authors are all dead
The living?
Have nothing to say
Nothing to write
Nothing of importance
Live...
Live amongst the living
Write that play which will
be cherished...

Have nothing to say:  Act one
Have nothing to write:  Act two
Have nothing of Importance:  Act three

You have a three act play
Now begin...

Write that play
The one every one is writing
Everyone successful I mean....
Be in good company of higher importance...
Call yourself prolific....

Be hyperprolific
Prolific? Yeh, Yeh...
Now write that play

There is nothing to it...
Just put the ordinary words down
Check the grammar
Put it into PDF file
Send it to the publisher
Get it published
Get it produced
Get it reviewed

No, not by that important one...
He is opening a Yogurt shop in long Island
Get it reviewed by the other important one...
But get started
Write it first...
Begin
Don't delay
Begin now
And soon you will have a play
Of
Nothing
Nothing to say
Nothing to write
Nothing of Importance

Like all the rest
A play of nothing
A very successful play
Like all the other successful plays
Of
Nothing
By all of them
All
Those nothings...

Copyright it and travel with it
All over the World
All over the World
See I took you all around the world with your play
After all I am not your enemy like everyone else
I am your friend
Trust me
Trust me only
I am you
Write that play
The play of no meaning
The play of nothing
I am with you all the way
I am your support
I always will
I am you
We are nothing without each other
Lets begin
Lets write that play
The play pf
Nothing...

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

"TITLES OF FUTURE PLAYS"
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"FESTIVAL OF FRUSTRATIONS"

"A COLLECTIVE VENTING SESSION"

"A COLLECTION OF VENTING PROSE POEMS"

"VENTING NARRATIVE"

"A NARRATIVE OF PERSONAL DISCONTENT"

"You will always be haunted by your own conscience
and stalked by its foul unresolved crimes un-till they are
burnt and purged away?"

"BRILLIANT"
"AUDACIOUS"
"VOLATILE"
"PARANOID"
"NARCISSISTIC"
"RUTHLESS"
"DEEPLY UNHAPPY"

"Lust for glory"
"Lust for conquest"
Lust for women"
'Lust for gold"

"I HAVE WORN OUT MY NERVES"
"FLAWED CONSTITUTION"

"WHITE MAN'S GIRL FRIEND AND HER SON"

A beautiful, frail looking and jet black woman with a robust
white man who is holding her so close to his chest (heart)
while her son was fiddling with the guitar in a cafe...
It was wonderful to watch this happy trio...

"INSTABILITY OF TEMPERAMENT"

"Men who work hard writing verse and there is no
mental toil comparable to it, can't indulge in drink or opium
without inevitable collapse"

"Love
Care
Money
Emotions
Time
Energy
Passion
Concern
Respect
Regard
Caring
All of the above...
Wasted...

Brings no reward
No matter what
Especially when spent on
Un grateful people...

"THE GREAT MODERN NEUROSIS CALLED COMMERCE?"

"Not allowed to lose temper...
Show worry...
Discuss any kind of financial or emotional
Problems
Because all others take it personally....
I have to fake happiness, generosity
Lack of worry

And my unhappiness lasts all day long.

"THIS POET OF THE IDEAL SPLEEN, MUSIC
AND PERFUME." CB

"THE FIRST OF THE MODERNS AND THE LAST
OF THE ROMANTICS WAS THE MANY SIDED

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE"

"IN ART DEMOCRAT IS ALWAYS REACTIONARY" George Moore

"FIGHT WITH THE PEN
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GATHER YOUR COURAGE AND STRENGTH
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AND DESIRE IN-SPITE OF YOUR MISTAKES" BS
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"INTENSE, UN-STABLE TEMPERAMENT"

"PSEUDO-HUMANITARIANISM
PSEUDO DEMOCRACY?"

"SUBTLETY, FORCE, DISQUIETING,
NERVOUS, VIBRATING QUALITIES IN HIS POETRY." About Baudelaire

"Large in heart and brain....
Disordered symphony of poets life
A rare and unknown being, a genuine poet."

"In the midst of things which has distorted his spirit."

"Strains of metaphysical and sinister
and super-subtle are to be discovered
in him."

"The disharmony of brain and body,
The spirtual bilocation." About Baudelaire

"OH! LORD GOD!
GIVE ME THE FORCE AND COURAGE
TO CONTEMPLATE MY HEART AND
MY BODY WITHOUT DISGUST." BAUDELAIRE

"Miasma of the spirit" ?

"Great nocturnal silence of the soul"

'He never reached peace on the heights"

'CEMETRY OF SEVEN SORROWS." A TITLE

"Detest the presentation of a failure.
It was pathetic, undignified and
shameful.
Presentation became the reality and
now can't be shaken for a long time...
A horrible experience." BS

"GO TAKE A DRAWING CLASS.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
ENOUGH OF AMATUR STIRRINGS."







Sunday, October 2, 2011

WHERE IS THE GOD DAMNED PLAY?

Yes, where is it?

What?

The play

Its here

Where?

Here

I said, where?

Here, in my pocket

Your pocket?

Yes, my pocket

Which pocket?

My pocket

Which one?

Right pocket

You have no right side pocket

It must be in the other pocket then

Which pocket?

The left side then

There is no pocket on the right side either

Then it must be in my purse

Your purse?

Yes

It fits in your purse?

Why not?

Your purse is so tiny

How do you know?

Your purse is tiny

Its inside my purse

I can't find it

You are not looking

The purse is tiny

But the play is inside

It can't be?

Why not

The purse is so tiny

You are so negative

I am not, your purse is so small, it can't have a full length

play in it

Who said its full length

Usually the plays are full length

Who said so?

Every one says that

Who is every one?

Everyone

Every one means no one

Well...

Well what?

Well, the plays which are produced are usually full length

Who said my play is going to be produced

But plays are written to be produced, arn't they not?

Not my plays

So why do you write them?

To keep them in my purse

But your purse is so small

We are back to number one...the purse is small...the purse is small...

I don't care how small my purse is, my play is in my purse...

Your play must be small then...

Plays are of all sizes, big plays, small plays, musicals, comedies, tragedies

But how small can it be?

It can be one act, ten minutes, one minute, one page play, one line play

Who produces such plays?

Producers

Your's will be produced?

Mine?

Yes, your play

Which play?

Your play, the one in your right pocket

I don't have a play in my right pocket

Then it must be in your left pocket

I don't have a left pocket either

Then it must be in your purse

What purse?

Your purse

I am not carrying a purse

You said that your play is in your purse

Yes, I siad that, but where is the purse?

I don't know, its your purse

But you said that my play is in my purse

No, its you who said that your play is in your purse, in your tiny purse
How could I say that my play is in my purse when I don't even have a purse

Yes, I don't see any purse but you did say that your play is in your purse

It makes no sense, i am not carrying a purse so how could I have my play in my purse?

I don't know, you said that, You said that your play is in your purse

You believe everything people say

Well...why not?

So where is the play?

I don't know it must be in your pocket

I don;t have any pocket

So it must be in your purse

But I don't have a purse

So where is your play?

What play?

Your play

I don't have a play and why should I have a play?
 And even if I had a play why would I be carrying it in my pocket or in my purse?

I don't know, its you who said that

Said what?

You said that your play is in your pocket

That's silly, the play can't be in a pocket which doesn't exist

So its in your purse then

I don't have a purse

So where is the play?

Which play?

Your play?

My play?

Yes, your play

Why would I have a play on me while I am going shopping?

So you must have left it at home

Left what at home? 

You must have left your play at home

Which play?

Your play?

My play?

Yes, your play

But why would I have a play in my possession?

Because its your play

Who told you that?

You told me

I told you what?

You told me that your play is in your pocket

I think your head is in your pocket

What?

Your head

What's wrong with my head?

You are losing it

How?

Keep talking about your play

My play?

Yes, your play, where is it?

What?

Your play, where is it? 
Is it in your house or in your pocket or in your purse?

What play?

The play...your play damn it...where is your God damned play?

Don't damn God damn, the tea party people won't like it

They won't like your play either

I know

So you do have a play?

Look around

Where?

In the tea pot of the tea party

Is it a Republican play?

There is no Republican play.
The democratic liberal critic won't review it

But you are a democrat

Who told you that?

You are a democrat...

Who told you that?

You

I told you?

Yes, You told me that you are a democrat and you have a play in your pocket

I don't have a pocket and I am not a democrat either

Who is a democrat then?

Obama

And who has the play

He does

Who?

Obama has a play in his pocket?

Your play is in Obama's pocket ?

My play is in Obama's pocket...that's some God damned play
went so far without being produced

The production of your play is in Obam's hands

Its getting more difficult than ever...
First I have a play which is missing, 
Now its gone to Obama's pocket 
And very soon it will be in Mitchell Obama's purse, 
the play is playing havoc in my life
Now my life and my play is in Obama's hands
God damned that play...
Obama is not going to like my play at all

Why?

She asks me why?
 How do I know, but I do know that he is not going to like my play

So what about his wife?

Who?

His wife, Mitchell obama?

She is not a producer, she is in the vegetable garden

So what are you going to do?

Do what?

How are you going to get your play produced?

What play?

Your play

My play?

Yes, your play
Where is your the god damned play?

Why would I have a play?
I am not a playwright

I thought you had a play

where?

In your pocket

Who said that?

You

I said that?

Yes, you...you said that your play is in your left pocket or,
in your right pocket, or, in your purse...

 Don't listen to any thing any one says...trust me...its all talk, just talk
talk, talk, talk, there is no god damned play but everyone is acting in it...
Every one is an actor in that god damned play
Which is in no pocket and in no purse, 
Its like the money which is neither in my pocket
 Or in my purse or in your pocket or your purse
We are all unemployed actors looking for a play to be in.
but there is no god damned play...

But you said that you have a play
where is that damned play?
I want to know where that play is?
The play you own...

I own a play? That's incredible

This you are crazy, totally bonkers...
Do you always dream about things which don't exist?

END OF PLAY