OASCAR WILDE AND A NEW DAY.
"IT WOULD BE UNFAIR TO EXPECT OTHER PEOPLE TO BE
AS REMARKABLE AS ONE SELF."
"I NEVER WRITE PLAYS FOR ANY OINE.
I WRITE PLAYS TO AMUSE MYSELF.
AFTER, IF PEOPLE WANT TO ACT IN THEM, I SOME-TIMES
ALLOW THEM TO DO SO."
Oscar Wilde
"WRITING IS REALLY A WAY OF THINKING-NOT JUST FEELING,
BUT THINKING ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE DISPARATE, UNRESOLVED,
MYSTERIOUS, PROBLEMATIC OR JUST SWEET."
Toni Morrison
"KASTNER SAYS, IN ESSENCE, " ALL RIGHT, THE WORLKD IS FULL OF IDIOTS
AND THEY ARE IN CONTROL OF EVERY THING, YOU FOOL STAY ALIVE AND
ANNOY THEM." AND THAT, IN A SENSE, IS MY FUNCTION IN LIFE, AND MY
CONSOLATION."
John Simon
"DO NOT COMPETE WITH THEM. YOU ARE NOT A DU-KAN-DAR."
YOUR BUSINESS IS TO ENJOY WHATEVER YOU LIKE.
TO DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE. TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT."
BS
"END OF THE DAY,
BEGINNING OF THE DAY."
BY
BINA SHARIF
copyright:binasharif 2019
"BEGINNING OF THE DAY"
UP IN THE MORNING
FORCE YOUR SELF TO GO FOR A WALK
CUP OF TEA DOWNSTAIRS
WALKING CLOTHES
OUT OF THE DOOR
EXCEPT RAIN OR SNOW
BE DILIGENT ABOUT IT...
NO MATTER WHAT!
NO MATTER HOW!
LISTEN TO YOUR OWN ADVICE
FOR A CHANGE.
HAVE A LOT OF CONCERN FOR YOURSELF
YOUR HEALTH, YOUR WELL BEING
EVERY ONE ELSE COMES AFTER YOU
IN THE PAST, YOU HAVE PUT EVERY ONE ABOVE YOU
THOSE DAYS ARE OVER
IT'S THE BEGGING OF A NEW DAY...
FOR YOU
ONLY FOR YOU
A BRAND NEW DAY
JUST FOR YOU...
YOU HAVE BEEN TOO GIVING
WITH YOUR LOVE
YOUR AFFECTION
YOUR TIME
YOUR VALUABLE TIME
YOUR PRECIOUS TIME
HOW DARE YOU STEAL YOUR OWN TIME FOR OTHER PEOPLE?
MOSTLY USELESS PEOPLE
REMEMBER, HOW MUCH TIME, YOUR PRECIOUS TIME, YOU HAVE WASTED ON
OTHERS?
USLESS OTHERS
SELFISH OTHERS
MEAN OTHERS
MANIPULATIVE OTHERS
WHAT WAS THE MATTER WITH YOU?
YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?
NO?
OK.
LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT IT...
IT'S THE BEGINNING OF A NEW DAY
A BRAND NEW DAY,
GOD CREATED FOR YOU
JUST FOR YOU
A BRAND NEW DAY...
BEGINNING OF A BRAND NEW DAY FOR YOU...
JUST FOR YOU.
THIS IS A DIFFICULT PLACE
AN UNJUST PLACE
AUTHORITARIAN PLACE
EVERY ONE WANTS TO BE PLEASED
PLEASED BY THE OTHER
"JUST PLEASE ME."
THAT'S THE PURPOSE
OF HUMAN RACE...
"JUST PLEASE ME"
"KEEP PLEASING ME."
"BE OBEDIENT"
"ALWAYS BE OBEDIENT."
"I COME FIRST..."
THEY SAY
"YES, I FOR SURE COME FIRST."
"I AM RICHER THAN YOU."
"I AM YOUNGER THAN YOU."
"I AM SLIMMER THAN YOU."
"I HAVE A CLEANING LADY."
"I HAVE A TOWN HOUSE"
"I GET MY FOOD DELIVERED."
"I HAVE A NANY"
"I GO TO THE OPERA."
"I HAVE A BANK BALANCE"
"I HAVE POWER OVER YOU"
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE?"
"TIME? "
"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE? "
"GIVE IT TO ME"
"GIVE ME YOUR VALUELESS TIME."
"OBEY ME."
"I HAVE POWER OVER YOU."
"WHAT USE IS YOUR TIME TO YOU?"
"CLEAN MY CLOTHES."
"GO BUY MY FOOD."
"TAKE CARE OF MY DOG."
"I WILL THROW SOME PENNIES AT YOU FOR YOUR USELESS TIME."
"AT LEAST YOU WILL HAVE A FEW PENNIES EVERY DAY."
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE NOW?"
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE NOW?'
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE NOW?"
"NOTHING
NOTHING
NOTHNG
"JUST TIME"
"THATS WAHT YOU HAVE"
"TIME?"
"WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR MEANINGLESS TIME?"
SHE SAYS
"WHAT A LAUGH"
"WHAT ELSE IS YOUR TIME GOOD FOR.?"
"YOU ARE SO LUCKY THAT WE LET YOU SPEND YOUR TIME ON US."
"WE ARE IMPORTANT, YOU KNOW"
"WE HAVE MONEY, YOU KNOW"
"WE HAVE BUILDINGS, YOU KNOW"
"WE HAVE GUCCI BAGS, YOU KNOW"
"WE HAVE SEASON TICKETS FOR EVEY CONCERT, EVERY OPERS, EVERY OPENING
NIGHT OF A PLAY"
"WHAT DO YOU HAVE?"
"TIME", SHE SAYS
"WHAT A LAUGH"
"WHAT A LAUGH"
"WHAT A LAUGH"
"HOW DO YOU SPEND YOUR TIME MSS?"
HOW DO YOU SPEND YOUR TIME MISS?"
"HOW DO YOU SPEND YOUR TIME MISS?"
"I WASTED IT ON THE LIKES OF YOU."
"I WASTED IT ON THE MISERABLE LIKES OF YOU."
"I WASTED IT ON THE OBNOXIOUS YOU.'
"I WASTED IT ON THE MEAN SPIRITED, UNEDUCATED, UNSOPHISTICATED
THIEVES."
"YES, ON THIEVES."
"STOLEN MILLIONS AND THEN STOLEN TIME."
"YOU STOLE MY TIME"
"YOU STOLE MY TIME"
"YOU STOLE MY TIME."
"BUT NO MORE."
"NEVER MORE."
"IT'S THE BEGINNING OF A NEW DAY"
"A NEW DAY."
"JUST FOR ME."
"A BRAND NEW DAY."
"JUST FOR ME."
"JUST FOR ME."
"JUST FOR ME."
"TO DO WHATEVER I WANT TO DO."
"TO DO WHATEVER I LIKE TO DO."
"TO DO WHATEVER I WISH TO DO."
"TO DO WHATEVER I DESIRE TO DO."
"WITHOUT YOU...
YES, WITHOUT YOU"
"NEVER WITH YOU AGAIN"
"NEVER...."
"I OWN MY TIME NOW."
I OWN MY DAY NOW."
I OWN THE BEGINNING OF THE DAY AND
I OWN THE END OF THE DAY."
"I AM THE SOLE OWNER OF MY NEW DAY."
"I AM THE SOLE OWNER OF THE END OF THE NEW DAY.'
I OWN MY DAYS FROM NOW ON..."
"I OWN MY TIME FROM NOW ON..."
"I AM THE OWNER..."
I OWN EVERYTHING WHICH CONCERNS ME..."
"I OWN THE BEGINNING
I OWN THE END
OF MY NEW DAY....
"EVERY DAY FROM NOW ON WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF ANEW DAY."
"EVEY EVENING FROM NOWO N WILL BE THE END OF A NEW DAY..."
"AND THE BEGINNING OF THE NEW DAY
WILL BEGIN AGAIN...."
"THE DAY WILL END
AND THE NEW DAY WILL BEGIN AGAIN"
"AND IT WILL ALL BELONG TO ME"
"ALL OF IT"
"ALL OF IT."
"ALL OF IT."
"NOT ONE MOMENT WILL BELONG TO THE LIKES OF YOU.'
"NO, NEVER..."
"NOT ONE MOMENT."
NO, NEVER.
"NOT ONE MOMENT OF MY TIME."
WILL EVER BELONG TO YOU AGAIN.
"YOU HAVE TO OBEY ME.'
Friday, November 29, 2019
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
THE WINDOW
THE WINDOW: REFLECTS GIGI'S INNER THOUGHTS
BY
BINA SHARIF
(A performance piece)
copyright::binasharif 2019
A LOVELY DOG NAMED , "GIGI" STANDING NEAR THE WINDOW LOOKING OUT ON A
WINTER NIGHT.
GIGI:
LOOK AT ALL THE SLUSH OUTSIDE.
SO MUCH SNOW
SNOW IS TRYING TO MELT ITSELF BUT CAN'T DO IT ALONE.
SNOW CAN FALL ALL ALONE BY ITSELF BUT CAN'T CLEAN THE MESS.
SOME BUSINESSES HIRE PEOPLE TO DO IT BECAUSE THE OWNER--THE LANDLORD
CAN BE SUED IF SOME ONE FALLS AND BREAK THEIR BONES....BUT SOME
BUILDINGS DON'T CARE BECAUSE THEY ARE OWNED BY HORRIBLE LANDLORDS
LIKE THE BUILDING I LIVE IN WITH MY OWNER RACHAEL.
SHE IS ALWAYS COMPLAINING ABOUT HIM AND RIGHTLY SO.
MOST OF THE TIME THERE IS NO HEAT IN THE APT.
I SHIVER...
BUT I CAN'T COMPLAIN BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT I DON'T HAVE A VOICE.
(Rachael walks in, see gigi standing near the window moving her tail, Rachael listens)
GIGI:
I WANT TO TELL THE LAMD LORD THAT HE SHOULD GIVE PROPER HEAT IN THIS
COLD-FREEZING WEATHER.
I KNOW I HAVE A BIT OF FURON ME BUT RACHAEL...
I FEEL BAD FOR HER.
SHE HAS TO WEAR LAYERS UPONN LAYERS OF CLOTHES, EVEN A THICK WOOL
SWEATER AT NIGHT AND IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO WEAR WOOL TO SLEEP IN...
IT ITCHES AND OVERHEATS AND THAT CAUSES SKIN PROBLEMS...
AND I TELL YOU THE CAUSE OF ALL DISEASES STARTS WITH SKIN PROBLEMS.
FIRST YOU ITCH,
THEN YOU SCRATCH
THEN YOU LOOK AT THAT SPOT WHERE YOU JUST SCRATCHED
NOW THAT BODY PART WHERE THE ITCH STARTED IS RED, BRIGHT RED LIKE A
TOMATO FROM THE FARMERS MARKET.
I LIKE FARMERS MARKET
BECAUSE THEY SELL FRESH FOOD
NO PRESERVATIVES, (At least thats what they say)
I DON'T BELIEVE PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY SAY
ESPECIALLY BUSINESS PEOPLE...
THEY THINK OF MONEY FIRST AND ABOUT PEOPLE'S HEALTH LATER OR NEVER
LIKE THE WHOLE FOOD STORE, THEY SHOULD BE CALLED WHOLE PAY CHECK
STORES...
THEY SAY, THEY ARE ORGANIC."
WHO KNOWS?
RACHAEL ALWAYS GO THERE
OF COURSE SHE TAKES ME WITH HER
I SNIFF AND SNIFF AND SMELL AND SMELL ALL THE FOOD AND I KNOW
MOST OF THE FOOD IS NOT ORGANIC BECAUSE SINCE THE WHOLE FOOD STORES
OPENED, THERE IS MORE CANCER IN THE AIR AND WHOLE FOOD STORES ARE SO
HUGE AND THERE IS SO MUCH FOOD IN THEM, HOW CAN IT BE STILL FRESH THE
NEXT DAY AND THE NEXT DAY AND THE NEXT?
THEY ARE NOT GOING TO THROW OUT ALL THAT EXPENSIVE SO CALLED, "ORGANIC"
FOOD OUT.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
IT'S ALL IN THE FREEZERS
COLD AS ICE
LIKE THE ICE IN THE STREETS WHERE PEOPLE ARE SLIPPING AND FALLING
AND THE AMBULANCES ARE HOWLING AND TAKING THEM TO THE EMERGENCY
ROOMS WHERE THEY SIT FOR HOURS AND HOURS SCREAMING WITH PAIN
AND NO ONE PAYS ANY ATTENTION TO THEM.
SOME EVEN DIE ON THE EMERGENCY ROOM'S FLOOR AND PEOPLE KEEP WALKING
AND STEPPING OVER THEM.
SO THE FOOD WHICH THEY CAN'T SELL GOES INTO THE GIANT FREEZERS THE NEXT
DAY AND BECOME ICY AS THE ICE ON THE STREETS AFTER THAT MAJESTIC SNOW
FALL THE THER DAY.
NO ONE CLEANS BECAUSE THE MAYOR SAYS, "DON'T BOTHER BECAUSE THE SNOW
IS COMING BACK TOMORROW."
THE MOST DISGUSTING THING IS THE SLUSH AFTER THE SNOW MELTS
SLUSH ON THE STREET CROSSINGS, PUDDLES OF DIRTY WATER WHERE RACHAEL
DRAGS ME WITH A LONG LEASH WHILE SHE IS ON HER iPHONE.
NO ATTENTION IS PAID TO ME OR TO ANY DOG WHOSE MASTER IS ON iPHONE...
WHILE MY PAWS BECOME SO COLD AND NUMB AND I NEVER FEEL THAT I HAVE
ANY PAWS AT ALL.
AT LEAST HUMAN BEINGS, THE RICH ONES ARE ALL WEARING LONG LEATHER
DESIGNER BOOTS BUT I AM BARE FOOT...ALWAYS BARE FOOT, IN THE WINTER, IN
THE SUMMER, MY PAWS HOT AS HELL IN 100% HEAT IN AUGUST...ME WALKING ON
THE HOT CEMENT PAVEMENTS BURNING MY PAWS BUT RACHAEL, THOUGH I LOVE
HER TO DEATH KEEPS CONCENTRATING ON HER iPHONE RATHER THAN ON MY FEET
ON FIRE.
AND ON WINTER DAYS LIKE TODAY MY WHOLE BODY GETS SOAKED WITH DIRTY
SLUSH AND THEN I SLEEP WITH HER IN HER BED, WHICH I LOVE AND FEEL VERY
GUILTY BECAUSE I MAKE HER CLEAN LINEN BEDSHEETS FILTHY DIRTY AND THEN
POOR RACHAEL HAS TO TAKE THEM TO THE LAUDRY MAN WHO RIPS HER OFF
WITH A HUGE BILL AND THAT HAPPENS AGAIN AND AGAIN BECAUSE I KEEP
MAKING....
HER SHEETS DIRTY AGAIN AND AGAIN BECAUSE IT KEEPS SNOWING AND THE
SLUSH KEEP SOAKING ME TO MY CORE.
IT KEEPS SNOWING CONSTANTLY.
IT STARTS IN SEPTEMBER SOMETIME AND KEEPS GOING TILL APRIL.
I WISH RACHAEL DOESN'T HAVE TO WORK IN ALL THOSE EXTREME WEATHER
AL THOSE SNOWY MONTHS AND THEN THE BLISTERING HEAT OF JUNE, JULY AND
AUGUST. AUGUST IS A HEAT STROKE WEATHER AND SHE HAS TO TAKE ME OUT
TWICE A DAY NO MATTER WAHT...
POOR RACHAEL...
I KNOW SHE IS HARD CORE DEMOCRAT, A LIBERAL, VERY LIBERAL DEMOCRAT
ISN'T IT SUPPOSED TO BETTER FOR LIBERAL DEMOCRAT WESTERN WOMEN TO
NOT WORK SO HARD, NOT STRUGGLE SO MUCH, NOT TO BE SO LONELY THAT THEY
HAVE TO HAVE DOGS AND CATS INSTEAD OF HUMAN BEINGS FOR COMPANY?
I AM NOT COMPLAINING. I AM HAPPY THAT I HAVE A HOME. A NICE HOME
WITHOUT HEAT IN THE WINTER AND WITHOUT COOL AIR IN THE SUMMER
BUT I FEEL FOR RACHAEL...SHE IS ALWAYS ALONE, SO ALONE...
WHERE ARE ALL THE MEN GONE OR THE WOMEN GONE? WHY EVERY ONE IS SO
ALONE?
EVERY ONE IS SO ALONE AND EVERY ONE WORKS SO HARD AND THEY LIVE IN
A LBERAL COUNTRY WITH ECONOMY BOOMING...
HERE IS THE BOOMING ECONOMY GOING?
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
"BOOMING ECONOM?"
"WHO IS IT BOOMING FOR?"
NOT FOR RACHAEL I AM SURE...NO HELP OF ANY KIND.
SHE HAS TO DO EVERYTHING BY HERSELF.
BUY HER FOOD FROM WHOLE FOOD
CARRY IT HOME
CLIMB UP SIX FLIGHTS
THEN COOK
THEN CLEAN
THEN TAKE ME OUT
I APPRECIATE THAT.
NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF WEATHER ENCOUNTERS HER...
HOT ORCOLD
SUMMER OR WINTER
RAIN AND HURRICANES...
SHE HAS TO TAKE ME OUT...
TWICE...
FEED ME, THE SAME ORGANIC FOOD SHE EATS...
THATS WHY I KNOW THAT THE FOOD SHE BUYS FROM THE ORGANIC STORES MIGHT
NT BE ORGANIC BECAUSE BOTH OF US GET SICK AT THE SAME MOMENT AFTER
DINNER.
WHEN SHE KEEPS TAKING US TO THOSE STORES, WHOLE FOOD
COMMODITY
TRADER JOE
FARMERS MARKET
I KEEP MOVING MY TAIL...
THATS MY WAY OF TALKING, OF SAYING SOMETHING IMPORTANT
BUT NO ONE GETS IT...
THEY DON'T EVER BELIEVE THAT I AM EXPRESSING MY INNER THOUGHTS BY
MOVING MY TAIL...
THEY JUST BELIEVE THAT I HAVE A BAD HABBIT OF ALWAYS MOVING MY TAIL...
MANNERISM, THEY CALL IT.
LIKE BAD ACTORS ALWAYS MIVING THEIR HANDS AND FEET ...THEY JUST CAN'T
STAY STILL. THATS CALLED "MANNERISM" IN THE THEATER.
MAYBE THEY ARE ALSO TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.
"ATTENTION MUST BE PAID."
BUT THATS THE ONLY THING NO ONE PAYS ANYMORE IN THIS FAST MOVING
LIBERAL WORLD.
EVERY ONE IS LITERALLY MOVING FAST,BUMPING INTO EACH OTHER
RUSHING, RUSHING, STEPPING ON MY PAWS...I HOWL WITH PAIN AND THEY KEEP
RUSHING. WHERE ARE THEY GOING?
RUSHING TO THE SUBWAY?
RUSHING FOR AN INTERVIEW?
RUSHING FOR A DATE?
NO ONE HAS A DATE.
MY RACHAEL HAS NO DATE
NO ONE HAS A DATE.
EVERY ONE IS LONELY
THEY DON'T ACKNOWLEDGE IT BUT THEY ARE LONELY...
AT LEAST THATS MY OBSERVATION...
BUT WHO CARES ABOUT MY OBSERVATION
I AM JUST A DOG...
I JUST MOVE MY TAIL VIOLENTLY SOME TIME TO ALERT RACHAEL NOT
TO SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON FAKE ORGANIC FOOD BUT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME.
I AM JUST A DOG
A DOG WHO CAN'T TALK
GOD GAVE ME NO TONGUE
I AM NOT HAPPY WITH GOD
I WISH I COULD TALK
AND TELL RACHAEL NOT TO WASTE HER HARD EARNED DOLLARS ON
"ORGANIC FOOD" RIP OFF OF THE CENTURY.
I LOVE RACHAEL
I FEEL FOR HER
I WANT HER TO ENJOY
TO NT SPEND SO MUCH ON USELESS THINGS
JUST REST
READ, TRAVEL, ENJOY MUSIC, NOT WORRY SO MUCH ABOUT ILLNESSES,
EAT ORDINARY FOOD, AS GOOD AS THE FAKE ORGANIC, SAVE HER MONEY,
FIND A BOY FRIEND OR A GIRL FRIEND, WHATEVER SHE LIKES, BE HAPPY,
IT'S THE SAME BANANA WHICH YOU PAY 25 CENTS FOR AND IT'S THE SAME BANANA
WHICH SHE PAYS TWO DOLLARS FOR. OH! THE FAKE ORGANIC BUSINESS IS RIPPING
MY RACHAEL OFF. SHE DOEN'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE SLUSH AND SNOW TO
WHOLE FOOD STORE WHICH IS SO FAR AWAY DRAGGING ME BEHIND HER, SHE CAN
JUST GO TO THE BODEGA ON THE STREET CORNER...
WE, BOTH ARE GOINGB TO GET SICK ANY WAY RIGHT AFTER WE EAT SO WHAT'S THE
DIFFERENCE?
BUT NO ONE LISTEN TO ME
BECAUSE I AM JUST A DOG
YES, I AM A DOG
MY NAME IS ,"GIGI"
BECAUSE I AM A FRENCH DOG
THE FRENCH PART OF MY STORY I WILL COME TO LATER ON...
WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY WITH MY MOVING TAIL IS, THAT RACHAEL AND EVERY
ONE ELSE SHOULD NOT BELIEVE WHATEVER THE ADVERTISERS TELL YOU.
IAM A DOG AND EVEN I KNOW THAT THEY ARE LIERS LIKE EVRY ONE ELSE
ND THEY ARE ALL MAKING RACHAEL WORK SO HARD WITHOUT ANY POSITIVE
RESULTS.
SHE IS SICK A LOT. COLD AND COUGH AND THEN COLD AND COUGH ALL YEAR
LONG...THEN VISITS TO THE DOCTORS, ALL THOSE CO-PAYS, LUCKILY SHE HAS
HEALTH INSURANCE BUT MAYBE IT'S NOT SO LUCKY BECAUSE BEFORE SHE HAD
HEALTH INSURANCE, SHE WAS HARDLY SICK NOW ALL HER MONEY IS GOING FOR
CO-PAY...CO-PAY AND ANOTHER CO-PAY...
I THROW UP OFTEN
SHE TAKES ME TO THE THE VET...DOG DOCTOR...SPENDS A LOT OF MONEY
BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY HEALTH INSURANCE
I AM JUST A DOG
ONLY HUMAN BEINGS HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE
BUT ALL HUMAN BEINGS HERE IN THIS LIBERAL CIVILIZATION DON'T HAVE
HEALTH INSURANCE...
MAYBE THAY ARE NOT HUMAN AT ALL
MAYBE THAY ARE ALSO DOGS LIKE ME.
ONLY DOGS DON'T HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND MUCH
I DIDN'T GO TO COLLEGE
BUT I KNOW A THING OR TWO
RACHAEL READ SHORT STORIES TO ME AT NIGHT
AND I LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM THOSE SHORT STORIES.
SHE WAS READING SOMETHING FROM A RUSSIAN WRITER
WHO WAS ALSO A DOCTOR
AND HE SAID IN HIS SHORT STORY
THAT ALL ILLNESSES COME FORM THE FOOD AND FROM THE WEATHER.
AND ALL I WANT TO SAY TO RACHAEL WHOM I ADORE IS NOT TO GO OUT
DURING THHE SNOW AND SLUSH AND DON'T SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON ORGANIC
FOOD BECAUSE BOTH THESE THINGS ARE TAKING US TO DOCTORS WHERE SHE HAS
TO SPEND HER WHOLE PAY CHECK AND THATS WHY SHE IS ALWAYS WORKING SO
HARD AND GETTING SICK SO MUCH...
BT NO ONE LISTENS TO ME
I AM JUST A DOG
GOD GAVE ME NO VOCE
OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE REVOLTED AGAINST EVERYTHING
AND CREATED A REVOLUTION LIKE IN RUSSIA AND FRANCE
I KNOW ABOUT FRANCE...
BECAUSE I AM A RENCH DOG
MY NAME IS GIGI
AND A FRENCH MAN MAN, MY OWNER ABANDONED ME . ON THE STREET...
AND I HAVEN'T YET RECOVERED FROM THAT ABANDONMENT .
I WILL TELL ABOUT IT LATER ON
BECAUSE RACHAEL MUST BE COMING HOME SOON
AND I HAVE TO GO OUT WITH HER IN THIS SLUSHY DAY
WHAT A LIFE WE BOTH HAVE
ME AND RACHAEL
RACHAEL, A HUMAN BEING
ME, A DOG
BUT OUR LIFE SEEMS IDENTICAL...
WE ARE TWINS...
FROM THE ANIMAL KINGDOM
SO WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE PROGRESS?
IF WE BOTH ARE STILL FROM THE ANIMAL KINGDOM?
I THROW UP A
BY
BINA SHARIF
(A performance piece)
copyright::binasharif 2019
A LOVELY DOG NAMED , "GIGI" STANDING NEAR THE WINDOW LOOKING OUT ON A
WINTER NIGHT.
GIGI:
LOOK AT ALL THE SLUSH OUTSIDE.
SO MUCH SNOW
SNOW IS TRYING TO MELT ITSELF BUT CAN'T DO IT ALONE.
SNOW CAN FALL ALL ALONE BY ITSELF BUT CAN'T CLEAN THE MESS.
SOME BUSINESSES HIRE PEOPLE TO DO IT BECAUSE THE OWNER--THE LANDLORD
CAN BE SUED IF SOME ONE FALLS AND BREAK THEIR BONES....BUT SOME
BUILDINGS DON'T CARE BECAUSE THEY ARE OWNED BY HORRIBLE LANDLORDS
LIKE THE BUILDING I LIVE IN WITH MY OWNER RACHAEL.
SHE IS ALWAYS COMPLAINING ABOUT HIM AND RIGHTLY SO.
MOST OF THE TIME THERE IS NO HEAT IN THE APT.
I SHIVER...
BUT I CAN'T COMPLAIN BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT I DON'T HAVE A VOICE.
(Rachael walks in, see gigi standing near the window moving her tail, Rachael listens)
GIGI:
I WANT TO TELL THE LAMD LORD THAT HE SHOULD GIVE PROPER HEAT IN THIS
COLD-FREEZING WEATHER.
I KNOW I HAVE A BIT OF FURON ME BUT RACHAEL...
I FEEL BAD FOR HER.
SHE HAS TO WEAR LAYERS UPONN LAYERS OF CLOTHES, EVEN A THICK WOOL
SWEATER AT NIGHT AND IT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA TO WEAR WOOL TO SLEEP IN...
IT ITCHES AND OVERHEATS AND THAT CAUSES SKIN PROBLEMS...
AND I TELL YOU THE CAUSE OF ALL DISEASES STARTS WITH SKIN PROBLEMS.
FIRST YOU ITCH,
THEN YOU SCRATCH
THEN YOU LOOK AT THAT SPOT WHERE YOU JUST SCRATCHED
NOW THAT BODY PART WHERE THE ITCH STARTED IS RED, BRIGHT RED LIKE A
TOMATO FROM THE FARMERS MARKET.
I LIKE FARMERS MARKET
BECAUSE THEY SELL FRESH FOOD
NO PRESERVATIVES, (At least thats what they say)
I DON'T BELIEVE PEOPLE AND WHAT THEY SAY
ESPECIALLY BUSINESS PEOPLE...
THEY THINK OF MONEY FIRST AND ABOUT PEOPLE'S HEALTH LATER OR NEVER
LIKE THE WHOLE FOOD STORE, THEY SHOULD BE CALLED WHOLE PAY CHECK
STORES...
THEY SAY, THEY ARE ORGANIC."
WHO KNOWS?
RACHAEL ALWAYS GO THERE
OF COURSE SHE TAKES ME WITH HER
I SNIFF AND SNIFF AND SMELL AND SMELL ALL THE FOOD AND I KNOW
MOST OF THE FOOD IS NOT ORGANIC BECAUSE SINCE THE WHOLE FOOD STORES
OPENED, THERE IS MORE CANCER IN THE AIR AND WHOLE FOOD STORES ARE SO
HUGE AND THERE IS SO MUCH FOOD IN THEM, HOW CAN IT BE STILL FRESH THE
NEXT DAY AND THE NEXT DAY AND THE NEXT?
THEY ARE NOT GOING TO THROW OUT ALL THAT EXPENSIVE SO CALLED, "ORGANIC"
FOOD OUT.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
IT'S ALL IN THE FREEZERS
COLD AS ICE
LIKE THE ICE IN THE STREETS WHERE PEOPLE ARE SLIPPING AND FALLING
AND THE AMBULANCES ARE HOWLING AND TAKING THEM TO THE EMERGENCY
ROOMS WHERE THEY SIT FOR HOURS AND HOURS SCREAMING WITH PAIN
AND NO ONE PAYS ANY ATTENTION TO THEM.
SOME EVEN DIE ON THE EMERGENCY ROOM'S FLOOR AND PEOPLE KEEP WALKING
AND STEPPING OVER THEM.
SO THE FOOD WHICH THEY CAN'T SELL GOES INTO THE GIANT FREEZERS THE NEXT
DAY AND BECOME ICY AS THE ICE ON THE STREETS AFTER THAT MAJESTIC SNOW
FALL THE THER DAY.
NO ONE CLEANS BECAUSE THE MAYOR SAYS, "DON'T BOTHER BECAUSE THE SNOW
IS COMING BACK TOMORROW."
THE MOST DISGUSTING THING IS THE SLUSH AFTER THE SNOW MELTS
SLUSH ON THE STREET CROSSINGS, PUDDLES OF DIRTY WATER WHERE RACHAEL
DRAGS ME WITH A LONG LEASH WHILE SHE IS ON HER iPHONE.
NO ATTENTION IS PAID TO ME OR TO ANY DOG WHOSE MASTER IS ON iPHONE...
WHILE MY PAWS BECOME SO COLD AND NUMB AND I NEVER FEEL THAT I HAVE
ANY PAWS AT ALL.
AT LEAST HUMAN BEINGS, THE RICH ONES ARE ALL WEARING LONG LEATHER
DESIGNER BOOTS BUT I AM BARE FOOT...ALWAYS BARE FOOT, IN THE WINTER, IN
THE SUMMER, MY PAWS HOT AS HELL IN 100% HEAT IN AUGUST...ME WALKING ON
THE HOT CEMENT PAVEMENTS BURNING MY PAWS BUT RACHAEL, THOUGH I LOVE
HER TO DEATH KEEPS CONCENTRATING ON HER iPHONE RATHER THAN ON MY FEET
ON FIRE.
AND ON WINTER DAYS LIKE TODAY MY WHOLE BODY GETS SOAKED WITH DIRTY
SLUSH AND THEN I SLEEP WITH HER IN HER BED, WHICH I LOVE AND FEEL VERY
GUILTY BECAUSE I MAKE HER CLEAN LINEN BEDSHEETS FILTHY DIRTY AND THEN
POOR RACHAEL HAS TO TAKE THEM TO THE LAUDRY MAN WHO RIPS HER OFF
WITH A HUGE BILL AND THAT HAPPENS AGAIN AND AGAIN BECAUSE I KEEP
MAKING....
HER SHEETS DIRTY AGAIN AND AGAIN BECAUSE IT KEEPS SNOWING AND THE
SLUSH KEEP SOAKING ME TO MY CORE.
IT KEEPS SNOWING CONSTANTLY.
IT STARTS IN SEPTEMBER SOMETIME AND KEEPS GOING TILL APRIL.
I WISH RACHAEL DOESN'T HAVE TO WORK IN ALL THOSE EXTREME WEATHER
AL THOSE SNOWY MONTHS AND THEN THE BLISTERING HEAT OF JUNE, JULY AND
AUGUST. AUGUST IS A HEAT STROKE WEATHER AND SHE HAS TO TAKE ME OUT
TWICE A DAY NO MATTER WAHT...
POOR RACHAEL...
I KNOW SHE IS HARD CORE DEMOCRAT, A LIBERAL, VERY LIBERAL DEMOCRAT
ISN'T IT SUPPOSED TO BETTER FOR LIBERAL DEMOCRAT WESTERN WOMEN TO
NOT WORK SO HARD, NOT STRUGGLE SO MUCH, NOT TO BE SO LONELY THAT THEY
HAVE TO HAVE DOGS AND CATS INSTEAD OF HUMAN BEINGS FOR COMPANY?
I AM NOT COMPLAINING. I AM HAPPY THAT I HAVE A HOME. A NICE HOME
WITHOUT HEAT IN THE WINTER AND WITHOUT COOL AIR IN THE SUMMER
BUT I FEEL FOR RACHAEL...SHE IS ALWAYS ALONE, SO ALONE...
WHERE ARE ALL THE MEN GONE OR THE WOMEN GONE? WHY EVERY ONE IS SO
ALONE?
EVERY ONE IS SO ALONE AND EVERY ONE WORKS SO HARD AND THEY LIVE IN
A LBERAL COUNTRY WITH ECONOMY BOOMING...
HERE IS THE BOOMING ECONOMY GOING?
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
"BOOMING ECONOM?"
"WHO IS IT BOOMING FOR?"
NOT FOR RACHAEL I AM SURE...NO HELP OF ANY KIND.
SHE HAS TO DO EVERYTHING BY HERSELF.
BUY HER FOOD FROM WHOLE FOOD
CARRY IT HOME
CLIMB UP SIX FLIGHTS
THEN COOK
THEN CLEAN
THEN TAKE ME OUT
I APPRECIATE THAT.
NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF WEATHER ENCOUNTERS HER...
HOT ORCOLD
SUMMER OR WINTER
RAIN AND HURRICANES...
SHE HAS TO TAKE ME OUT...
TWICE...
FEED ME, THE SAME ORGANIC FOOD SHE EATS...
THATS WHY I KNOW THAT THE FOOD SHE BUYS FROM THE ORGANIC STORES MIGHT
NT BE ORGANIC BECAUSE BOTH OF US GET SICK AT THE SAME MOMENT AFTER
DINNER.
WHEN SHE KEEPS TAKING US TO THOSE STORES, WHOLE FOOD
COMMODITY
TRADER JOE
FARMERS MARKET
I KEEP MOVING MY TAIL...
THATS MY WAY OF TALKING, OF SAYING SOMETHING IMPORTANT
BUT NO ONE GETS IT...
THEY DON'T EVER BELIEVE THAT I AM EXPRESSING MY INNER THOUGHTS BY
MOVING MY TAIL...
THEY JUST BELIEVE THAT I HAVE A BAD HABBIT OF ALWAYS MOVING MY TAIL...
MANNERISM, THEY CALL IT.
LIKE BAD ACTORS ALWAYS MIVING THEIR HANDS AND FEET ...THEY JUST CAN'T
STAY STILL. THATS CALLED "MANNERISM" IN THE THEATER.
MAYBE THEY ARE ALSO TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.
"ATTENTION MUST BE PAID."
BUT THATS THE ONLY THING NO ONE PAYS ANYMORE IN THIS FAST MOVING
LIBERAL WORLD.
EVERY ONE IS LITERALLY MOVING FAST,BUMPING INTO EACH OTHER
RUSHING, RUSHING, STEPPING ON MY PAWS...I HOWL WITH PAIN AND THEY KEEP
RUSHING. WHERE ARE THEY GOING?
RUSHING TO THE SUBWAY?
RUSHING FOR AN INTERVIEW?
RUSHING FOR A DATE?
NO ONE HAS A DATE.
MY RACHAEL HAS NO DATE
NO ONE HAS A DATE.
EVERY ONE IS LONELY
THEY DON'T ACKNOWLEDGE IT BUT THEY ARE LONELY...
AT LEAST THATS MY OBSERVATION...
BUT WHO CARES ABOUT MY OBSERVATION
I AM JUST A DOG...
I JUST MOVE MY TAIL VIOLENTLY SOME TIME TO ALERT RACHAEL NOT
TO SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON FAKE ORGANIC FOOD BUT NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME.
I AM JUST A DOG
A DOG WHO CAN'T TALK
GOD GAVE ME NO TONGUE
I AM NOT HAPPY WITH GOD
I WISH I COULD TALK
AND TELL RACHAEL NOT TO WASTE HER HARD EARNED DOLLARS ON
"ORGANIC FOOD" RIP OFF OF THE CENTURY.
I LOVE RACHAEL
I FEEL FOR HER
I WANT HER TO ENJOY
TO NT SPEND SO MUCH ON USELESS THINGS
JUST REST
READ, TRAVEL, ENJOY MUSIC, NOT WORRY SO MUCH ABOUT ILLNESSES,
EAT ORDINARY FOOD, AS GOOD AS THE FAKE ORGANIC, SAVE HER MONEY,
FIND A BOY FRIEND OR A GIRL FRIEND, WHATEVER SHE LIKES, BE HAPPY,
IT'S THE SAME BANANA WHICH YOU PAY 25 CENTS FOR AND IT'S THE SAME BANANA
WHICH SHE PAYS TWO DOLLARS FOR. OH! THE FAKE ORGANIC BUSINESS IS RIPPING
MY RACHAEL OFF. SHE DOEN'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH THE SLUSH AND SNOW TO
WHOLE FOOD STORE WHICH IS SO FAR AWAY DRAGGING ME BEHIND HER, SHE CAN
JUST GO TO THE BODEGA ON THE STREET CORNER...
WE, BOTH ARE GOINGB TO GET SICK ANY WAY RIGHT AFTER WE EAT SO WHAT'S THE
DIFFERENCE?
BUT NO ONE LISTEN TO ME
BECAUSE I AM JUST A DOG
YES, I AM A DOG
MY NAME IS ,"GIGI"
BECAUSE I AM A FRENCH DOG
THE FRENCH PART OF MY STORY I WILL COME TO LATER ON...
WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY WITH MY MOVING TAIL IS, THAT RACHAEL AND EVERY
ONE ELSE SHOULD NOT BELIEVE WHATEVER THE ADVERTISERS TELL YOU.
IAM A DOG AND EVEN I KNOW THAT THEY ARE LIERS LIKE EVRY ONE ELSE
ND THEY ARE ALL MAKING RACHAEL WORK SO HARD WITHOUT ANY POSITIVE
RESULTS.
SHE IS SICK A LOT. COLD AND COUGH AND THEN COLD AND COUGH ALL YEAR
LONG...THEN VISITS TO THE DOCTORS, ALL THOSE CO-PAYS, LUCKILY SHE HAS
HEALTH INSURANCE BUT MAYBE IT'S NOT SO LUCKY BECAUSE BEFORE SHE HAD
HEALTH INSURANCE, SHE WAS HARDLY SICK NOW ALL HER MONEY IS GOING FOR
CO-PAY...CO-PAY AND ANOTHER CO-PAY...
I THROW UP OFTEN
SHE TAKES ME TO THE THE VET...DOG DOCTOR...SPENDS A LOT OF MONEY
BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE ANY HEALTH INSURANCE
I AM JUST A DOG
ONLY HUMAN BEINGS HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE
BUT ALL HUMAN BEINGS HERE IN THIS LIBERAL CIVILIZATION DON'T HAVE
HEALTH INSURANCE...
MAYBE THAY ARE NOT HUMAN AT ALL
MAYBE THAY ARE ALSO DOGS LIKE ME.
ONLY DOGS DON'T HAVE HEALTH INSURANCE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND MUCH
I DIDN'T GO TO COLLEGE
BUT I KNOW A THING OR TWO
RACHAEL READ SHORT STORIES TO ME AT NIGHT
AND I LEARN A THING OR TWO FROM THOSE SHORT STORIES.
SHE WAS READING SOMETHING FROM A RUSSIAN WRITER
WHO WAS ALSO A DOCTOR
AND HE SAID IN HIS SHORT STORY
THAT ALL ILLNESSES COME FORM THE FOOD AND FROM THE WEATHER.
AND ALL I WANT TO SAY TO RACHAEL WHOM I ADORE IS NOT TO GO OUT
DURING THHE SNOW AND SLUSH AND DON'T SPEND SO MUCH MONEY ON ORGANIC
FOOD BECAUSE BOTH THESE THINGS ARE TAKING US TO DOCTORS WHERE SHE HAS
TO SPEND HER WHOLE PAY CHECK AND THATS WHY SHE IS ALWAYS WORKING SO
HARD AND GETTING SICK SO MUCH...
BT NO ONE LISTENS TO ME
I AM JUST A DOG
GOD GAVE ME NO VOCE
OTHERWISE I WOULD HAVE REVOLTED AGAINST EVERYTHING
AND CREATED A REVOLUTION LIKE IN RUSSIA AND FRANCE
I KNOW ABOUT FRANCE...
BECAUSE I AM A RENCH DOG
MY NAME IS GIGI
AND A FRENCH MAN MAN, MY OWNER ABANDONED ME . ON THE STREET...
AND I HAVEN'T YET RECOVERED FROM THAT ABANDONMENT .
I WILL TELL ABOUT IT LATER ON
BECAUSE RACHAEL MUST BE COMING HOME SOON
AND I HAVE TO GO OUT WITH HER IN THIS SLUSHY DAY
WHAT A LIFE WE BOTH HAVE
ME AND RACHAEL
RACHAEL, A HUMAN BEING
ME, A DOG
BUT OUR LIFE SEEMS IDENTICAL...
WE ARE TWINS...
FROM THE ANIMAL KINGDOM
SO WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE PROGRESS?
IF WE BOTH ARE STILL FROM THE ANIMAL KINGDOM?
I THROW UP A
Thursday, November 21, 2019
THERAPY OF A DREAM PLAY CONTINUES
THERAPY OF A DREAM PLAY CONTINUES: A.K.A "THE RED LEAK"
SYBIL:
I AM SORRY NOW.
I AM SORY THAT I GOT STUCK A FLOOR ABOVE YOU
I AM SORRY THAT I DON'T HAVE A GUN. MAYBE I SHOULD GO TO THE MAYOR'S OFFICE TOMORROW TO COMPLAIN ABOUT YOU...
(John mumbles and leave...he mumbles a lot because he is a lier)
MAYBE HE WILL LISTEN. HE LIKES WOMEN OF COLOR. HIS WIFE IS ONE OF THEM. HE MIGHT HAVE MORE COMPASSION
THEN ANY OTHERS I HAVE BEEN WASTING MY TIME WITH.
YOU KNOW IT'S AMAZING. I NEVER EVER REALIZED THAT I CAME HERE TO AMERICA TO WASTE MY TIME. MY PRECIOUS TIME. MY LIFE FORCE ON SHIT LIKE THIS. SHIT AFTER SHIT AFTER SHIT. ONE SHIT ENDS AND THE NEXT SHIT STARTS.
MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE ABOUT SHIT "HI, MY NEW PIECE IS ABOUT SHIT. I'T'S PART OF A TRILOGY. SHIT TRILOGY. WHAT A GREAT TITLE," SHIT TRILOGY." BY SYBIL
COMING UP AT A THEATER NEAR YOU. NO, OT IN A NON PROFIT THEATER BUT PROFIT, PROFIT, BIG, BIG PROFIT THEATER."
BUT RIGHT NOW I AM STUCK WITH THIS MOTHER FUCKER.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG?
SINCE I CAME HERE THINGS KEEP GOING DOWN AND DOWN.
I GUESS WASN'T MEANT FOR THE WESTERN CLIMATE. CLIMATE OF AGGRESSION.
HE IS THE WORST, OST UNHAPPY. HE NEEDS SEX. ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT THE LEAK. MAYBE HE HIMSELF IS LEAKING SOMEWHERE. SOMETHING IS FOR SURE LEAKING IN HIM.
BUT I FOR SURE HAVE A SHITTY LIFE LIVING AMONG THIS ASS HOLE.
HE BOTHERS ME ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT 24/7
HE HEARS ME COME IN AND GETS STARTED.
OH! FUCK HIM....
I HAVE A PLAY BOOKED FINALLY ON BROADWAY.
I HAVE TO CONCENTRATE.
WRITE A BRAND NEW PLAY OR FIND THE UNFINISHED ONES AND FINISH AT LEAST ONE AND FUCKING SUBMIT IT...LET ME LOOK ONE MORE TIME...MAYBE THE FUCK WON'T COME BACK. MAYBE HE WENT TO SLEEP. I HOPEHE DIES IN HIS SLEEP, SO I WON'T HAVE TO SHOOT HIM...SO MUCH WORK...BUY A GUN, SHOOT HIM, GO TO JAIL
AND STILL WORRY ABOUT THE ONE CHANCE IN LIFE TO HAVE A PLAY PRODUCED ON BROADWAY...MYBE THE PLAY HAS TO BE WRITTEN IN JAIL. HE WON'T BOTHER ME THERE. HE WOULD BE DEAD. SHOT DEAD BY ME. DEAD PEOPLE DON'T BOTHER YOU. THATS THE ONLY THING GOOD ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S DEATH. PEOPLE ARE HORRIBLE..."HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE." WHO SAID THAT? SOME FRENCH PHILOSOPHER...MY MIND IS FROZEN RIGHT NOW. I CAN'T THINK OF HIS NAME.
BUT HE WAS RIGHT. HE MUST HAVE KNOWN MY FASCIT NEIGHBOR. I AM SURE HE MEANT HIM WHEN HE SAID, "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE."
FUCK HIM FOR NOW, LET ME FIND SOME PAGES OF ANY OF MYUN-FINISHED PLAYS.
(She searches in her huge bags, pick up some scripts, starts to read)
1:SYBIL'S DESPAIR, (READ some pages, scenes between sybil and therapist, sybil in class room, sybil with noel)
(SOUND OF BANGING THE PIPES)
(KNOCK AT THE DOOR)
SYBIL:
HE IS BACK AGAIN
(goes and open the door a crack)
JOHN (back at the door)
THERE IS A LEAK COMING
SYBIL:
A LEAK?
JOHN:
YES, A LEAK
SYBIL;
FROM WHERE?
JOHN:
FROM YOU
SYBIL:
FROM ME?
JOHN:
YES, FROM YOU
SYBIL:
I HAVEN'T PISSED ON YOU YET...
JOHN:
WHAT?
SYBIL:
I HAVE TO PISS ON YOU AND PISS A LOT FOR YOU TO HAVE A LEAK COMING FROM ME TO YOU, OTHER WISE THE POSSIBILITY OF ANY LEAK COMING FROM HERE IS A MYTH
JOHN:
MY WALLS ARE GETTING MILDOO FROM THE LEAK COMING FROM YOU.
SYBIL;
YOU HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH THE WORD, "LEAK" I AM SURE YOU HAD A BAD CHILDHOOD AND SOME ONE PISSED ON YOU A LOT AND HERE I AM THE ONE WHO GOT STUCK WITH YOU INSTED OF YOUR FUCKING MOTHER.
(Sybil scream and scream)
GO AWAY. GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK. LEAVE ME THE FUCK alone.
I HAVE IMPORTANT WORK TO DO AT LEAST ONCE IN MY USELESS LIFE....
(shut the door on him. she is totally exhausted now, she has difficulty breathing)
SYBIL;
JESUS CHRIST. I CAN'T BREATH. I CAN'T BREATH HERE AND IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MY HOME. I CAN'T BREATH HERE, I CAN'T BATHE HERE IN MY OWN HOME. I CAN'T WORK HERE IN MY OWN APT. I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS MOTHER FUCKER. I AM GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK FOR SURE IF HE COMES BACK ANOTHER TIME. I NEED TO GO TO A THERAPIST BEFORE I DIE.
(next night)
SYBIL:
I WENT TO A THERAPIST TODAY. I TOLD HER THAT I HAVE MOUNTAINS OF DESPAIR.
I TOLD HER THAT I SLEEP WITH DESPAIR, I WAKE UP WITH DESPAIR. I HAVE NOTHING
ANY MORE IN MY LIFE EXCEPT DESPAIR AND MY NEIGHBOR WHO IS A MONSTER.
I CAN'T WASH MY FACE BECAUSE OF THE MONSTER. I CAN'T WORK AT ALL. CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANY CREATIVE IDEA. FORGET ABOUT WRITING THE PULITZER WINNING PLAY EVEN IF I HANG MYSELF WITH OPTIMISM AND POSITIVE ATTITUDE.
AND WHAT DID THE THERAPIST TOLD ME?
SHE SAID, "READ CAMUS. ALBERT CAMUS. THE FRENCH PHILOSOPHER. SHE SAID
CAMUS WILL INSPIRE YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU WILL COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT YOUR NEIGHBOR AND WILL END UP WRITING A NEW PLAY. SHE TOLD ME TO TRY IT. SHE TOLD ME THAT HER ADVICE HAD MADE MANY UNKNOWN PLAYWRIGHTS INTO
THE WORLD FAMOUS OLIVER AWARD WINNERS...JUST BY TELLING THEM TO TEAD CAMUS...SO I BOUGHT THIS BOOK BY CAMUS ON MY WAY HOME...
(She begins to read quotations of camus out loud) (Camus's quotations have to be added here)
(all of a sudden, she takes a few sheets of paper and pen and starts to write. she writes a new short play named, PREDICTION
(She reads out loud her new play)
SYBIL:
WOW, WOW, WOW, THERAPIST WAS RIGHT, A NEW IDEA JUST HIT MY TIRED BARAIN
AND LOOK WHAT CAME OUT OF IT...(She reads) . (The play PREDICTION has to be added here)
MY GOODNESS, CAMUS IS AMAZING, SO INSPIRING. MY FAITH IN THERAPY IS RENEWED. ( read Camus again...more quotations...starts to write, write another short play titled,
FUN PLAY) (fun play has to be added here)
FUN PLAY;
(Knock at the door again, a piece of paper slips in under the door. it's a bill of $6000 for repairs from the neighbor)
(Sybil opens the envelope ...a bill of $6000, includes, repair of all kinds of the neighbor's apt which she has to pay...Sybil has a breakdown)
SYBIL:
OH! FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK...(she screams and screams)
OH! WHY THE FUCK I CAME HERE?
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
LEAVE THIS COUNTRY RIGHT AWAY
LEAVE
LEAVE
LEAVE
GET OUT
GET OUT
OH! JEE, MY DEAD LINE OF THE PLAY
SHOULD I JUST TAKE SLEEPING PILLS AND DIE?
BUT I DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING SLEEPING PILLS
EVERY ONE HERE HAVE SLEEPING PILLS BUT ME
NO GUN, NO SLEEPING PILLS...
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THIS COUNTRY?
MAYBE HANG MYSELF WITH A ROPE
WHERE IS THE ROPE?
NO ROPE EITHER...
NO PREPARED AT ALL IN THIS MODERN CITY OF CHOICES
HAVE NOTHING MEANINGFUL IN MY SHITTY EXISTENCE
NO EMERGENCY PROPS TO KILL MYSELF
MAYBE A BED SHEET...
BUT THERE IS NO PIPE ON THE CEILING
I WONDER HOW EPSTEIN DID IT?
MAYBE SOME ONE SHOULD COME IN, STRANGLE ME AND THEN MAKE A NOOSE
AROUND MY NECK WITH THE SHEET...
MAYBE I SHOULD ASK THE MONSTER NEIGHBOR TO STRANGLE ME?
BUT WHY WOULD HE DO IT BEFORE I PAY HIM $6OOO?
MONEY IS MORE IMPORTANT HERE THAN KILLING
MAYBE MONEY FIRST AND THEN COMES THE KILLING
SHOULD I HAVE A HNDLE ON MYSELF AND FORGET ABOUT THE BILL
AND CONCENTRATE ON BROADWAY BOOKING?
FORGET ABOUT THE BILL SYBIL
FORGET ABOUT THE BILL
HOW CAN I FUCKING FORGET ABOUT THE BILL?
$6000 DOLLARS, IT'S 6000 DOLLARS
HOW CAN I FUCKING FORGET ABOUT THIS BILL, THE MOTHER OF ALL BILLS?
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE SEEN THIS KIND OFA FIGURE ABUT MONEY IN ANY
FORMAT
$6000, THIS AMOUNT FOR SURE WILL KILL ME
SO FINALLY I WILL BE DEAD SOON ANY WAY
NO NEED OF A GUN OR PILLS OR A ROPE.
DEATH IS DEFINITE.
SO MAYBE I SHOULD WRTE MY PULITZER PRIZE WINNER WHICH IS BEING
CONSIDERED FOR PRODUCTION ON BROADWAY AND IF I DIE BEFORE IT OPENS,
MAYBE IT WILL BECOME A BIG HIT, SYMPATHY FACTOR WILL FOR SURE COME IN...
I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE HEADLINES, "THE GREATEST PLAY EVER WRITTEN,
AUTHOR DIED BEFORE THE SHOW OPENED..."
JUST LIKE THE PLAY RENT. THE AUTHOR DIED BEFORE THE OPENING NIGHT
AND LOOK AT THE SUCCESS...IN THAT CASE IT WOULD BE A VERY GOOD IDEA TO DIE
BUT LET ME FINISH THE PLAY, THE ONE I STARTED, THE ONE INSPIRED BY
CAMUS,THE ONE CALLED, "THE FUN PLAY" MY LAST PLAY, THE FUN PLAY...
(starts to look for the papers and the pen, )
HERE IT IS...(Starts to write) . (Silence for a while, she writes and writes)
(then comes another knock) (Off stage)
JOHN:
YOU HAVEN'T PAID THE REPAIR BILL OF $6000 YET AND THE NEW LEAK IS COMING
ALREADY...
SYBIL:
(sit silent for a while, then has a thought and compose her self and goes to the door and open the door a bit, John is visible now)
SYBIL:
A NEW LEAK IS COMING?
JOHN:
YES, A BRAND NEW LEAK
SYBIL:
OH! A BRAND NEW LEAK IS COMING TO YOU FROM WHERE?
JOHN:
FROM YOU
SYBIL:
FROM ME?
JOHN:
YES, FROM YOU
SYBIL:
OH! I SEE...
JOHN:
I WILL HAVE TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE FROM THE NEW LEAK AS WELL.
THE BILL WILL BE MUCH HIGHER. THE NEW MILDOO, THE NEW DEMOLITION...
SYBIL:
I HAVE NOTICED YOU LOVE CERTAIN WORDS, SUCH AS LEAK, DEMOLITION..
JOHN:
I DON'T LOVE THESE WORDS. YOU ARE GIVING ME THE THE LEAK, THE MOULDING,
THE DEMOLITION...
SYBIL:
YOU WANT THE LEAK?
JOHN:
YOU GAVE IT TO ME TWICE
SYBIL:
THERE IS ALWAYS A THIRD TIME, THIRD STRIKE AND YOU ARE OUT...
JUST WAIT HERE, I AM GOING TO PAY YOU THE $6000 FOR THE LEAK, THE REPAIR,
FOR THE DEMOLITION AND I WOULD ADD MORE MONEY TO THE BILL OF $6000
FOR THE NEW LEAK AS WELL. JUST WAIT RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR AND I WILL
BRING YOU THE CHECK SO THE HEADACHE WILL BE OVER FOR EVER. ALRIGHT?
JOHN:
(confused and smirks)
ALRIGHT...
SYBIL:
JUST WAIT OUTSIDE THE DOOR...
JOHN:
OK. (goes out of the room)
SYBIL:
CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND YOU. I WILL BE RIGHT BACK WITH THE CHECK.
JOHN: (closes thedoor behind him
SYBIL:
(goes o the writing table, take the checkbook out and writes...then she goes to another room and comes back with a huge sharp knife)
SYBIL:
HERE IS YOUR CHECK...
(Opens the door and with a grand thrust of the knife pierce his heart and keep stabbing him like
a ferociously mad Bacchante...music from Psycho, the curtain scene mixed with screams come on
after she has stabbed him many times, she comes back in, she is soaking with red blood, her dress is completely covered, she brings the bloody knife as well as a small bucket full of red liquid with her when she enters her room and puts the knife under the table and brings a bigger bucket out of the other room and starts to pour the red liquid from smaller container into the bigger bucket...
SYBIL:
(while she pours the red liquid into the bigger bucket she says,
NOW HE'S GOT A REAL LEAK AND THE LEAK IS RED.
(She goes back to the writing table. sit for a while in silence. )
SYBIL:
THE DISTURBANCE HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF ...AND I CAN WRITE MY
NEW PLAY WITHOUT ANY DISTRACTIONS.
THE PLAY WHICH WILL OPEN ALL DOORS, DOORS OF SUCCESS AND FAME AND
PRESTIGE
.PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD WILL KNOW MY NAME FINALLY.
HE GOT THE RED LEAK AND I WILL WRITE MY PRECIOUS NEW PLAY.
"ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WEL"
(She speaks out loud)
THE RED LEAK...
THE RED LEAK
THE RED LEAK...
OH! MY LORD... WHAT A GREAT PHRASE. "THE RED LEAK" THE RED LEAK"
THAT IS GOING TOBE THE TITLE OF MY NEW PLAY...
(She sits down and starts to write and speaks out the words)
'TE RED LEAK
BY
SYBIL
TIME :PRESENT
PLACE: DILAPIDATED BUILDING IN THE EAST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN
CHARACTERS:
NAFISA: AN IMMIGRANT WOMAN OF COLOR
SMITH: WHITE RACIST AMERICAN MALE, NAFISA'S NEIGHBOR WHO LIVES BELOW
HER APT...
LOUD BANGING AT NAFISA'S DOOR AS THE LIGHTS GOING DOWN
BLACK OUT
END OF PLAY.
SYBIL:
I AM SORRY NOW.
I AM SORY THAT I GOT STUCK A FLOOR ABOVE YOU
I AM SORRY THAT I DON'T HAVE A GUN. MAYBE I SHOULD GO TO THE MAYOR'S OFFICE TOMORROW TO COMPLAIN ABOUT YOU...
(John mumbles and leave...he mumbles a lot because he is a lier)
MAYBE HE WILL LISTEN. HE LIKES WOMEN OF COLOR. HIS WIFE IS ONE OF THEM. HE MIGHT HAVE MORE COMPASSION
THEN ANY OTHERS I HAVE BEEN WASTING MY TIME WITH.
YOU KNOW IT'S AMAZING. I NEVER EVER REALIZED THAT I CAME HERE TO AMERICA TO WASTE MY TIME. MY PRECIOUS TIME. MY LIFE FORCE ON SHIT LIKE THIS. SHIT AFTER SHIT AFTER SHIT. ONE SHIT ENDS AND THE NEXT SHIT STARTS.
MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE ABOUT SHIT "HI, MY NEW PIECE IS ABOUT SHIT. I'T'S PART OF A TRILOGY. SHIT TRILOGY. WHAT A GREAT TITLE," SHIT TRILOGY." BY SYBIL
COMING UP AT A THEATER NEAR YOU. NO, OT IN A NON PROFIT THEATER BUT PROFIT, PROFIT, BIG, BIG PROFIT THEATER."
BUT RIGHT NOW I AM STUCK WITH THIS MOTHER FUCKER.
WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO WRONG?
SINCE I CAME HERE THINGS KEEP GOING DOWN AND DOWN.
I GUESS WASN'T MEANT FOR THE WESTERN CLIMATE. CLIMATE OF AGGRESSION.
HE IS THE WORST, OST UNHAPPY. HE NEEDS SEX. ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT THE LEAK. MAYBE HE HIMSELF IS LEAKING SOMEWHERE. SOMETHING IS FOR SURE LEAKING IN HIM.
BUT I FOR SURE HAVE A SHITTY LIFE LIVING AMONG THIS ASS HOLE.
HE BOTHERS ME ALL DAY, ALL NIGHT 24/7
HE HEARS ME COME IN AND GETS STARTED.
OH! FUCK HIM....
I HAVE A PLAY BOOKED FINALLY ON BROADWAY.
I HAVE TO CONCENTRATE.
WRITE A BRAND NEW PLAY OR FIND THE UNFINISHED ONES AND FINISH AT LEAST ONE AND FUCKING SUBMIT IT...LET ME LOOK ONE MORE TIME...MAYBE THE FUCK WON'T COME BACK. MAYBE HE WENT TO SLEEP. I HOPEHE DIES IN HIS SLEEP, SO I WON'T HAVE TO SHOOT HIM...SO MUCH WORK...BUY A GUN, SHOOT HIM, GO TO JAIL
AND STILL WORRY ABOUT THE ONE CHANCE IN LIFE TO HAVE A PLAY PRODUCED ON BROADWAY...MYBE THE PLAY HAS TO BE WRITTEN IN JAIL. HE WON'T BOTHER ME THERE. HE WOULD BE DEAD. SHOT DEAD BY ME. DEAD PEOPLE DON'T BOTHER YOU. THATS THE ONLY THING GOOD ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S DEATH. PEOPLE ARE HORRIBLE..."HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE." WHO SAID THAT? SOME FRENCH PHILOSOPHER...MY MIND IS FROZEN RIGHT NOW. I CAN'T THINK OF HIS NAME.
BUT HE WAS RIGHT. HE MUST HAVE KNOWN MY FASCIT NEIGHBOR. I AM SURE HE MEANT HIM WHEN HE SAID, "HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE."
FUCK HIM FOR NOW, LET ME FIND SOME PAGES OF ANY OF MYUN-FINISHED PLAYS.
(She searches in her huge bags, pick up some scripts, starts to read)
1:SYBIL'S DESPAIR, (READ some pages, scenes between sybil and therapist, sybil in class room, sybil with noel)
(SOUND OF BANGING THE PIPES)
(KNOCK AT THE DOOR)
SYBIL:
HE IS BACK AGAIN
(goes and open the door a crack)
JOHN (back at the door)
THERE IS A LEAK COMING
SYBIL:
A LEAK?
JOHN:
YES, A LEAK
SYBIL;
FROM WHERE?
JOHN:
FROM YOU
SYBIL:
FROM ME?
JOHN:
YES, FROM YOU
SYBIL:
I HAVEN'T PISSED ON YOU YET...
JOHN:
WHAT?
SYBIL:
I HAVE TO PISS ON YOU AND PISS A LOT FOR YOU TO HAVE A LEAK COMING FROM ME TO YOU, OTHER WISE THE POSSIBILITY OF ANY LEAK COMING FROM HERE IS A MYTH
JOHN:
MY WALLS ARE GETTING MILDOO FROM THE LEAK COMING FROM YOU.
SYBIL;
YOU HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH THE WORD, "LEAK" I AM SURE YOU HAD A BAD CHILDHOOD AND SOME ONE PISSED ON YOU A LOT AND HERE I AM THE ONE WHO GOT STUCK WITH YOU INSTED OF YOUR FUCKING MOTHER.
(Sybil scream and scream)
GO AWAY. GO AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK. LEAVE ME THE FUCK alone.
I HAVE IMPORTANT WORK TO DO AT LEAST ONCE IN MY USELESS LIFE....
(shut the door on him. she is totally exhausted now, she has difficulty breathing)
SYBIL;
JESUS CHRIST. I CAN'T BREATH. I CAN'T BREATH HERE AND IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MY HOME. I CAN'T BREATH HERE, I CAN'T BATHE HERE IN MY OWN HOME. I CAN'T WORK HERE IN MY OWN APT. I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING EXCEPT THIS MOTHER FUCKER. I AM GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK FOR SURE IF HE COMES BACK ANOTHER TIME. I NEED TO GO TO A THERAPIST BEFORE I DIE.
(next night)
SYBIL:
I WENT TO A THERAPIST TODAY. I TOLD HER THAT I HAVE MOUNTAINS OF DESPAIR.
I TOLD HER THAT I SLEEP WITH DESPAIR, I WAKE UP WITH DESPAIR. I HAVE NOTHING
ANY MORE IN MY LIFE EXCEPT DESPAIR AND MY NEIGHBOR WHO IS A MONSTER.
I CAN'T WASH MY FACE BECAUSE OF THE MONSTER. I CAN'T WORK AT ALL. CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANY CREATIVE IDEA. FORGET ABOUT WRITING THE PULITZER WINNING PLAY EVEN IF I HANG MYSELF WITH OPTIMISM AND POSITIVE ATTITUDE.
AND WHAT DID THE THERAPIST TOLD ME?
SHE SAID, "READ CAMUS. ALBERT CAMUS. THE FRENCH PHILOSOPHER. SHE SAID
CAMUS WILL INSPIRE YOU SO MUCH THAT YOU WILL COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT YOUR NEIGHBOR AND WILL END UP WRITING A NEW PLAY. SHE TOLD ME TO TRY IT. SHE TOLD ME THAT HER ADVICE HAD MADE MANY UNKNOWN PLAYWRIGHTS INTO
THE WORLD FAMOUS OLIVER AWARD WINNERS...JUST BY TELLING THEM TO TEAD CAMUS...SO I BOUGHT THIS BOOK BY CAMUS ON MY WAY HOME...
(She begins to read quotations of camus out loud) (Camus's quotations have to be added here)
(all of a sudden, she takes a few sheets of paper and pen and starts to write. she writes a new short play named, PREDICTION
(She reads out loud her new play)
SYBIL:
WOW, WOW, WOW, THERAPIST WAS RIGHT, A NEW IDEA JUST HIT MY TIRED BARAIN
AND LOOK WHAT CAME OUT OF IT...(She reads) . (The play PREDICTION has to be added here)
MY GOODNESS, CAMUS IS AMAZING, SO INSPIRING. MY FAITH IN THERAPY IS RENEWED. ( read Camus again...more quotations...starts to write, write another short play titled,
FUN PLAY) (fun play has to be added here)
FUN PLAY;
(Knock at the door again, a piece of paper slips in under the door. it's a bill of $6000 for repairs from the neighbor)
(Sybil opens the envelope ...a bill of $6000, includes, repair of all kinds of the neighbor's apt which she has to pay...Sybil has a breakdown)
SYBIL:
OH! FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK
FUCK...(she screams and screams)
OH! WHY THE FUCK I CAME HERE?
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
LEAVE THIS COUNTRY RIGHT AWAY
LEAVE
LEAVE
LEAVE
GET OUT
GET OUT
OH! JEE, MY DEAD LINE OF THE PLAY
SHOULD I JUST TAKE SLEEPING PILLS AND DIE?
BUT I DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING SLEEPING PILLS
EVERY ONE HERE HAVE SLEEPING PILLS BUT ME
NO GUN, NO SLEEPING PILLS...
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THIS COUNTRY?
MAYBE HANG MYSELF WITH A ROPE
WHERE IS THE ROPE?
NO ROPE EITHER...
NO PREPARED AT ALL IN THIS MODERN CITY OF CHOICES
HAVE NOTHING MEANINGFUL IN MY SHITTY EXISTENCE
NO EMERGENCY PROPS TO KILL MYSELF
MAYBE A BED SHEET...
BUT THERE IS NO PIPE ON THE CEILING
I WONDER HOW EPSTEIN DID IT?
MAYBE SOME ONE SHOULD COME IN, STRANGLE ME AND THEN MAKE A NOOSE
AROUND MY NECK WITH THE SHEET...
MAYBE I SHOULD ASK THE MONSTER NEIGHBOR TO STRANGLE ME?
BUT WHY WOULD HE DO IT BEFORE I PAY HIM $6OOO?
MONEY IS MORE IMPORTANT HERE THAN KILLING
MAYBE MONEY FIRST AND THEN COMES THE KILLING
SHOULD I HAVE A HNDLE ON MYSELF AND FORGET ABOUT THE BILL
AND CONCENTRATE ON BROADWAY BOOKING?
FORGET ABOUT THE BILL SYBIL
FORGET ABOUT THE BILL
HOW CAN I FUCKING FORGET ABOUT THE BILL?
$6000 DOLLARS, IT'S 6000 DOLLARS
HOW CAN I FUCKING FORGET ABOUT THIS BILL, THE MOTHER OF ALL BILLS?
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE SEEN THIS KIND OFA FIGURE ABUT MONEY IN ANY
FORMAT
$6000, THIS AMOUNT FOR SURE WILL KILL ME
SO FINALLY I WILL BE DEAD SOON ANY WAY
NO NEED OF A GUN OR PILLS OR A ROPE.
DEATH IS DEFINITE.
SO MAYBE I SHOULD WRTE MY PULITZER PRIZE WINNER WHICH IS BEING
CONSIDERED FOR PRODUCTION ON BROADWAY AND IF I DIE BEFORE IT OPENS,
MAYBE IT WILL BECOME A BIG HIT, SYMPATHY FACTOR WILL FOR SURE COME IN...
I CAN JUST IMAGINE THE HEADLINES, "THE GREATEST PLAY EVER WRITTEN,
AUTHOR DIED BEFORE THE SHOW OPENED..."
JUST LIKE THE PLAY RENT. THE AUTHOR DIED BEFORE THE OPENING NIGHT
AND LOOK AT THE SUCCESS...IN THAT CASE IT WOULD BE A VERY GOOD IDEA TO DIE
BUT LET ME FINISH THE PLAY, THE ONE I STARTED, THE ONE INSPIRED BY
CAMUS,THE ONE CALLED, "THE FUN PLAY" MY LAST PLAY, THE FUN PLAY...
(starts to look for the papers and the pen, )
HERE IT IS...(Starts to write) . (Silence for a while, she writes and writes)
(then comes another knock) (Off stage)
JOHN:
YOU HAVEN'T PAID THE REPAIR BILL OF $6000 YET AND THE NEW LEAK IS COMING
ALREADY...
SYBIL:
(sit silent for a while, then has a thought and compose her self and goes to the door and open the door a bit, John is visible now)
SYBIL:
A NEW LEAK IS COMING?
JOHN:
YES, A BRAND NEW LEAK
SYBIL:
OH! A BRAND NEW LEAK IS COMING TO YOU FROM WHERE?
JOHN:
FROM YOU
SYBIL:
FROM ME?
JOHN:
YES, FROM YOU
SYBIL:
OH! I SEE...
JOHN:
I WILL HAVE TO REPAIR THE DAMAGE FROM THE NEW LEAK AS WELL.
THE BILL WILL BE MUCH HIGHER. THE NEW MILDOO, THE NEW DEMOLITION...
SYBIL:
I HAVE NOTICED YOU LOVE CERTAIN WORDS, SUCH AS LEAK, DEMOLITION..
JOHN:
I DON'T LOVE THESE WORDS. YOU ARE GIVING ME THE THE LEAK, THE MOULDING,
THE DEMOLITION...
SYBIL:
YOU WANT THE LEAK?
JOHN:
YOU GAVE IT TO ME TWICE
SYBIL:
THERE IS ALWAYS A THIRD TIME, THIRD STRIKE AND YOU ARE OUT...
JUST WAIT HERE, I AM GOING TO PAY YOU THE $6000 FOR THE LEAK, THE REPAIR,
FOR THE DEMOLITION AND I WOULD ADD MORE MONEY TO THE BILL OF $6000
FOR THE NEW LEAK AS WELL. JUST WAIT RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR AND I WILL
BRING YOU THE CHECK SO THE HEADACHE WILL BE OVER FOR EVER. ALRIGHT?
JOHN:
(confused and smirks)
ALRIGHT...
SYBIL:
JUST WAIT OUTSIDE THE DOOR...
JOHN:
OK. (goes out of the room)
SYBIL:
CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND YOU. I WILL BE RIGHT BACK WITH THE CHECK.
JOHN: (closes thedoor behind him
SYBIL:
(goes o the writing table, take the checkbook out and writes...then she goes to another room and comes back with a huge sharp knife)
SYBIL:
HERE IS YOUR CHECK...
(Opens the door and with a grand thrust of the knife pierce his heart and keep stabbing him like
a ferociously mad Bacchante...music from Psycho, the curtain scene mixed with screams come on
after she has stabbed him many times, she comes back in, she is soaking with red blood, her dress is completely covered, she brings the bloody knife as well as a small bucket full of red liquid with her when she enters her room and puts the knife under the table and brings a bigger bucket out of the other room and starts to pour the red liquid from smaller container into the bigger bucket...
SYBIL:
(while she pours the red liquid into the bigger bucket she says,
NOW HE'S GOT A REAL LEAK AND THE LEAK IS RED.
(She goes back to the writing table. sit for a while in silence. )
SYBIL:
THE DISTURBANCE HAS BEEN TAKEN CARE OF ...AND I CAN WRITE MY
NEW PLAY WITHOUT ANY DISTRACTIONS.
THE PLAY WHICH WILL OPEN ALL DOORS, DOORS OF SUCCESS AND FAME AND
PRESTIGE
.PEOPLE ALL OVER THE WORLD WILL KNOW MY NAME FINALLY.
HE GOT THE RED LEAK AND I WILL WRITE MY PRECIOUS NEW PLAY.
"ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WEL"
(She speaks out loud)
THE RED LEAK...
THE RED LEAK
THE RED LEAK...
OH! MY LORD... WHAT A GREAT PHRASE. "THE RED LEAK" THE RED LEAK"
THAT IS GOING TOBE THE TITLE OF MY NEW PLAY...
(She sits down and starts to write and speaks out the words)
'TE RED LEAK
BY
SYBIL
TIME :PRESENT
PLACE: DILAPIDATED BUILDING IN THE EAST VILLAGE, MANHATTAN
CHARACTERS:
NAFISA: AN IMMIGRANT WOMAN OF COLOR
SMITH: WHITE RACIST AMERICAN MALE, NAFISA'S NEIGHBOR WHO LIVES BELOW
HER APT...
LOUD BANGING AT NAFISA'S DOOR AS THE LIGHTS GOING DOWN
BLACK OUT
END OF PLAY.
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