REALITY OF A DREAM
"A NARRATIE QUITE LITERALLY DISJOINTED.
LIKE THOSE DREAMS OR NIGHTMARES THAT
MAKE SENSE MORE AS TEASING,
TROUBLING POETRY THAN WAKING LOGIC" Nigel Andrews
I love it..Bina
Saturday, December 8, 2018
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
NO MORE, NEVER MORE....
NO MORE, NEVER MORE
Do not and I say to you strictly, do not expect any favor from any one
In my experience when ever, {which is not so often} any one does a tiny favor for me I have to return it ten or twenty times more than whatever others did for me. It's just not worth it.
It is a bigger struggle and sacrifice for me to return the shitty favor.
That return actually gets painful, burdonsome and regretable.
No more favors
No more expectations of favors from ANY ONE....
Not worth my time, my money, my emotions, my satisfaction.
NO MORE, NEVER MORE...........
PROMISE?
YES, I PROMISE.
I HAVE TO....
I'TS ALREADY TOO LATE AND TOO EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING.
PLEASE IF YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT IT, {DON'T YOU WORRY, NO ONE IS THINKING OF DOING YOU A FAVOR} ONLY YOU ARE THINKING OF DOING FAVORS TO OTHERS.
NOW YOU ARE THINKING OF BUYING GODIVE CHOCOLATES FOR PEOPLE FOR THE HOLIDAYS...
NO ONE IS THINKING OF BUYING YOU GODIVA CHOLATES...THAT'S FOR SURE.
DO YOU KNOW OF ANY ONE THINKING OF BUYING YOU GODIVA CHOCOLATES?
NOT THAT I KNOW OF...
SO WHY ARE YOU THINKING OF DOING IT?
I DON'T KNOW WHY?
YOU WANT TO PLEASE PEOPLE TO BE ACCEPTED BY THEM
I DON'T KNOW...MAYBE...
WHY?
I DON'T KNOW...
DON'T DO IT
OK
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU WILL DO IT. YOU WILL DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.
I KNOW YOU ARE GOIG TO BUY PEOPLE GODIVA CHOCOLATES...
IT'S NOT A BAD GESTURE BUT NO ONE IS DOING THAT GESTURE FOR YOU
WHY DO YOU HAVE THE NEED TO DO IT?
IT'S NOT A NEED. I JUST LIKE TO DO IT...
THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK...
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
YOU ARE A MARTYRE OR A VICTIM
YOU HAVE BECOME A PORTRAIT OF MARTYDOM AND VICTIMHOOD...
OH!
YES, OH!
HORRIBLE, I HATE BOTH OF THOSE TWO WORDS...
THEN STOP...
STOP IT...
TODAY, THIS DAY, DEC 5, 2018 STOP THIS HABIT OF SEEKING APPROVAL
IT'S NOT THAT
WHAT IS IT?
I AM GENEROUS
WHY SHOULD OTHERS NOT BE GENROUS OF YOU?
THEY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME, TAKE ME FOR GRANTED...
THEN DON'T DO IT, YOU ASS HOLE
YES, I AM AN ASS HOLE...
STILL YOU NEED TO STOP DOING FUCKING FAVORS FOR FUCKING PEOPLE
AND STOP EXPECTING TINY, LITTLE SHITTY FAVORS FROM OTHERS.
THAT'S ALL THEY DO IF THEY DO IT AT ALL...
STOP, STOP, STOP, JUST STOP IT.
DO NOT ALLOW ANY ONE TO DO YOU ANY FAVOR
BUT NOT MANY DO ANY WAY...
BUT YOU EXPECT IT. YOU EXPECT FAVORS BACK SINCE YOU MINDLESSLY KEEP DOING FUCKING FAVORS FOR THEM AND IT DISTURBS YOU WHEN THEY DON'T RESPECT THE FAVOR YOU DID FOR THEM...
STOP ALL THIS BULLSHIT FROM NOW ON....
I AM YOUR THERAPIST AND I AM SICK AND TIRED OF GIVING YOU ADVICE WHICH I HAVE BEEN GIVING FOR DECADES...AND YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL. ACTUALY YOU ARE GETTING WORSE BY THE DAY...
I AM GOING TO STOP BEING YOUR THERAPIST IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME THIS TIME...YOU HEAR...I AM GOING TO LEAVE YOU TO YORSELF, BY YOUR SELF TO KEEP
REPEATING YOUR MARTYDOM...DO YOU WANT TO AN INSTITUTION?
NO, I DON'T
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
NO, I DEFINITLY DO NOT WANT TO GO TO AY INSTITUTION. I AM EXTREMELY SCARED OF INSTITUTIONS.
THEN STOP DOING FAVORS FOR OTHERS AT THE RISK OF THEM DOING ALMOST NOTHING OR VERY LITTLE FOR YOU...........
NO MORE FAVORS BY OTHERS AND NO MORE FAVORS FROM YOUR SIDE.
GOT IT?
YES, GOT IT.
SAY, "NO MORE, NEVER MORE"
OK
SAY IT..
"NO MORE NEVER MORE"
SAY IT AGAIN
OK
SAY IT
"NO MORE, NEVER MORE."
Do not and I say to you strictly, do not expect any favor from any one
In my experience when ever, {which is not so often} any one does a tiny favor for me I have to return it ten or twenty times more than whatever others did for me. It's just not worth it.
It is a bigger struggle and sacrifice for me to return the shitty favor.
That return actually gets painful, burdonsome and regretable.
No more favors
No more expectations of favors from ANY ONE....
Not worth my time, my money, my emotions, my satisfaction.
NO MORE, NEVER MORE...........
PROMISE?
YES, I PROMISE.
I HAVE TO....
I'TS ALREADY TOO LATE AND TOO EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING.
PLEASE IF YOU ARE THINKING ABOUT IT, {DON'T YOU WORRY, NO ONE IS THINKING OF DOING YOU A FAVOR} ONLY YOU ARE THINKING OF DOING FAVORS TO OTHERS.
NOW YOU ARE THINKING OF BUYING GODIVE CHOCOLATES FOR PEOPLE FOR THE HOLIDAYS...
NO ONE IS THINKING OF BUYING YOU GODIVA CHOLATES...THAT'S FOR SURE.
DO YOU KNOW OF ANY ONE THINKING OF BUYING YOU GODIVA CHOCOLATES?
NOT THAT I KNOW OF...
SO WHY ARE YOU THINKING OF DOING IT?
I DON'T KNOW WHY?
YOU WANT TO PLEASE PEOPLE TO BE ACCEPTED BY THEM
I DON'T KNOW...MAYBE...
WHY?
I DON'T KNOW...
DON'T DO IT
OK
BUT I KNOW THAT YOU WILL DO IT. YOU WILL DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.
I KNOW YOU ARE GOIG TO BUY PEOPLE GODIVA CHOCOLATES...
IT'S NOT A BAD GESTURE BUT NO ONE IS DOING THAT GESTURE FOR YOU
WHY DO YOU HAVE THE NEED TO DO IT?
IT'S NOT A NEED. I JUST LIKE TO DO IT...
THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK...
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
YOU ARE A MARTYRE OR A VICTIM
YOU HAVE BECOME A PORTRAIT OF MARTYDOM AND VICTIMHOOD...
OH!
YES, OH!
HORRIBLE, I HATE BOTH OF THOSE TWO WORDS...
THEN STOP...
STOP IT...
TODAY, THIS DAY, DEC 5, 2018 STOP THIS HABIT OF SEEKING APPROVAL
IT'S NOT THAT
WHAT IS IT?
I AM GENEROUS
WHY SHOULD OTHERS NOT BE GENROUS OF YOU?
THEY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME, TAKE ME FOR GRANTED...
THEN DON'T DO IT, YOU ASS HOLE
YES, I AM AN ASS HOLE...
STILL YOU NEED TO STOP DOING FUCKING FAVORS FOR FUCKING PEOPLE
AND STOP EXPECTING TINY, LITTLE SHITTY FAVORS FROM OTHERS.
THAT'S ALL THEY DO IF THEY DO IT AT ALL...
STOP, STOP, STOP, JUST STOP IT.
DO NOT ALLOW ANY ONE TO DO YOU ANY FAVOR
BUT NOT MANY DO ANY WAY...
BUT YOU EXPECT IT. YOU EXPECT FAVORS BACK SINCE YOU MINDLESSLY KEEP DOING FUCKING FAVORS FOR THEM AND IT DISTURBS YOU WHEN THEY DON'T RESPECT THE FAVOR YOU DID FOR THEM...
STOP ALL THIS BULLSHIT FROM NOW ON....
I AM YOUR THERAPIST AND I AM SICK AND TIRED OF GIVING YOU ADVICE WHICH I HAVE BEEN GIVING FOR DECADES...AND YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED AT ALL. ACTUALY YOU ARE GETTING WORSE BY THE DAY...
I AM GOING TO STOP BEING YOUR THERAPIST IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME THIS TIME...YOU HEAR...I AM GOING TO LEAVE YOU TO YORSELF, BY YOUR SELF TO KEEP
REPEATING YOUR MARTYDOM...DO YOU WANT TO AN INSTITUTION?
NO, I DON'T
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
NO, I DEFINITLY DO NOT WANT TO GO TO AY INSTITUTION. I AM EXTREMELY SCARED OF INSTITUTIONS.
THEN STOP DOING FAVORS FOR OTHERS AT THE RISK OF THEM DOING ALMOST NOTHING OR VERY LITTLE FOR YOU...........
NO MORE FAVORS BY OTHERS AND NO MORE FAVORS FROM YOUR SIDE.
GOT IT?
YES, GOT IT.
SAY, "NO MORE, NEVER MORE"
OK
SAY IT..
"NO MORE NEVER MORE"
SAY IT AGAIN
OK
SAY IT
"NO MORE, NEVER MORE."
Friday, September 7, 2018
SO MANY PEOPLE
SO MANY PEOPLE
I haven't had any dreams recently because I haven't been sleeping well
but last night I dreamt all night and slept all night, thank god....
I was in this new performance space on first Ave and 9th street
some kind of activity was going on and there were lots and lots of people
People upstairs and people downstairs, all happy and chatting and chatting away
And In my dream I say to myself, "Look, how people are enjoying themselves and how so
many of them have gathered, and they really look happy... and its right in your own neighborhood
, not very far to go, why don't you remember that these things are in your own neighborhood
and you can also join these people and laugh and not feel lonely which you often do..."
I go upstairs and there are people enjoyig and I go downstairs and there are people enjoying
people evrywhere...a party I guess....
And then I ask a woman, that I need to see John Magrath....(He is a dear friend and I haven't seen him
for a long time) and she points towards a table where three men are sitting and says, "He is over
there" Oh! my god" I say. "John is here" And I go to that table and he is not John Magrath from
Manchester
And I am so disappointed and then some one is taking a selfie and other photos and I realize
that I am stark naked and some one has already taken a picture.
I am surprised at my situation. I remeber that I was wearing a black slip dress...
Where is it? What happened to it? How come I am naked? Did I go to the bath room, took my dress
off for some reason and left it there? I have no Idea...Then I go upstairs. I am still looking for John
Magrath but can't find him...somehow I don't find things I am fond of so easily. The big hall is full of
people, all happy..."That's amazing" I say to myself. Its NY and they are all so happy?"
Amazing...No one notice that I am totally naked except one charming woman who is with her
girl friend and is really enjoying herself. She says to me, "YU ARE NAKED" and laughs, she
laughs a lot. I say to her, "I have no idea how I ended up like this and I am desperately looking or my
dress and can't find it. She laughs again. She was a truelly happy person.
She and her girl friend are running around, now going to the basement for some more merriment and
before she leaves she tells me, 'If you want to have fun and lots of wine go to 32 GRAMACY
PLACE.....
AND THEN I WOKE UP....
I MUST GO AND LOOK FOR 32 GRAMACY PARK.....
I haven't had any dreams recently because I haven't been sleeping well
but last night I dreamt all night and slept all night, thank god....
I was in this new performance space on first Ave and 9th street
some kind of activity was going on and there were lots and lots of people
People upstairs and people downstairs, all happy and chatting and chatting away
And In my dream I say to myself, "Look, how people are enjoying themselves and how so
many of them have gathered, and they really look happy... and its right in your own neighborhood
, not very far to go, why don't you remember that these things are in your own neighborhood
and you can also join these people and laugh and not feel lonely which you often do..."
I go upstairs and there are people enjoyig and I go downstairs and there are people enjoying
people evrywhere...a party I guess....
And then I ask a woman, that I need to see John Magrath....(He is a dear friend and I haven't seen him
for a long time) and she points towards a table where three men are sitting and says, "He is over
there" Oh! my god" I say. "John is here" And I go to that table and he is not John Magrath from
Manchester
And I am so disappointed and then some one is taking a selfie and other photos and I realize
that I am stark naked and some one has already taken a picture.
I am surprised at my situation. I remeber that I was wearing a black slip dress...
Where is it? What happened to it? How come I am naked? Did I go to the bath room, took my dress
off for some reason and left it there? I have no Idea...Then I go upstairs. I am still looking for John
Magrath but can't find him...somehow I don't find things I am fond of so easily. The big hall is full of
people, all happy..."That's amazing" I say to myself. Its NY and they are all so happy?"
Amazing...No one notice that I am totally naked except one charming woman who is with her
girl friend and is really enjoying herself. She says to me, "YU ARE NAKED" and laughs, she
laughs a lot. I say to her, "I have no idea how I ended up like this and I am desperately looking or my
dress and can't find it. She laughs again. She was a truelly happy person.
She and her girl friend are running around, now going to the basement for some more merriment and
before she leaves she tells me, 'If you want to have fun and lots of wine go to 32 GRAMACY
PLACE.....
AND THEN I WOKE UP....
I MUST GO AND LOOK FOR 32 GRAMACY PARK.....
Monday, September 3, 2018
DREAM WTHIN A DREAM
DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
SCENES....(POSSIBILTY OF CHANGE IN THE ORDER OF SCENES)
ALL ACTORS DRESSED IN WHITE
SCENE ONE....ACTORS ENETR IN THE DARK WITH FLASH LIGHTS, THEY SCATTER
THEMSELVES ALL OVER STAGE, MOVE IN A SLOW MOTION MANNER, CLASSICAL
MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACK GROUND. TWO OF THE ACTORS, ME AND KEVIN SIT
DOWNSTAGE LEFT AT A COFFEE TABLE. THE REST OF THE ACORS SIT ON THE SIDES
OF THE THEATER
SCENE TWO: DANCER DANCE CENTER STAGE
SCENE THREE: CAFE TABLE SCENE....WAITER AND TWO ACTORS ?
(THE LADY ACTRESS ASKS ANOTHER ACTRESS,)
ACTRESS: WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
2ND ACTRESS; SALOME
MALE ACTOR: SALOME, DANCE FOR ME
ACTRESS: DON'T DANCE MY DEAR, DON'T DANCE
MALE ACTOR: SALOME DANCE FOR ME...I WILL GIVE YOU A GREAT REVIEW
I AM ALSO A CRITIC AND A VERY POWERFUL ONE. YOUR LIFE WILL
IMMEDIATELY CHANGE AFTER MY REVIEW. YOU WILL BE THE DARLING OF NY
THEATER, LONDON THEATER, YOU WILL HAVE THE TONY, THE OLIVIER AWARD,
MONEY, MOVIE CONTRACTS, JUST DANCE FOR ME AND YOU WILL HAVE EVERY
THING YOU HAVE EVER WANTED IN LIFE AND EVEN MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE.
OUR CULTURE DEMANDS MORE, MORE, MORE. NOTHING IS ENOUGH AND WITH MY
DAZZLING REVIEW YOU WILL HAVE MORE AND MORE AND MORE OF EVERYTHING.
MONEY, FAME, SEX,LOTS OF SEX, I ROMISE YOU, EVERY PRODUCER WANTS TO
SLEEP
WITH A MOVIE STAR AND YOU MIGHT EVEN HAVE LOVE WHICH IS VERY HARD TO
HAVE IN OUR CAPITALIST SOCIETY BUT YOU MIGHT JUST HAVE BUCKETS FULL OF
FAKE LOVE....THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO SALOME IS TO DANCE
FOR ME.
ACTRESS: SALOME, DON'T DANCE FOR HIM. HE BRINGS NOTHING BUT
DESTRUCTION. THE WHITE MAN IS BACK TO DESTROY.
MALE ACTRESS (TO THE ACTRESS) YOU NKEEP QUIET. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.
ITS BETWEEN ME AND SALOME AND I KNOW SHE WILL DANCE FOR ME. NO
ACTRESS
CAN AFFORD NOT TO OBEY THE MOST POWERFUL CRITIC IN THE WORLD.
ACTRESS: BUT YOU ARE NOT OF THIS WORLD....
MALE ACTOR: I AM OF THIS WORLD AND OF THE OTHER WORLD. I BELONG TO
HEAVEN AND HELL. THAT IS MY POWER. ONCE POWERFUL, ALWAYS POWERFUL.
I TRANSMIT MY POWER TO YOU SALOME, DANCE FOR ME...
SCENE THREE: ONE OF THE ACTRESS GETS UP AND STARTS TO DANCE...EROTIC AND
EXOTIC DANCE. (MIDDLE EASTERN NUSIC PLAYS)
SCENE FOUR:
MALE ACTOR: BRAVA, BRAVA, BRAVA...
ACTRESS: END OF THE WORLD IS HERE...
MALE ACTOR: WORLD HAS ALREADY ENDED SO THERE IS NO DANGER
(TO SALOME) GET READY FOR THE REWARD
ACTRESS: (TO SALOME) HE IS A LIER. LIKE A POLITICIAN WHO PROMISE THE WORLD
BEORE HIS WIN AND AFTER THAT HE GOES AND PLAYS GOLF. THATS IT. HONEY, HE
WON'T EVEN REMEBER THAT YOU EVER DANCED FOR HIM. I BET YOU HE WON'T
EVEN MENTION YOU IN HIS REVIEW IF THERE IS A REVIEW AT ALL IF THE PLAY
EVER
BEGINS. ONLY DEATH IS GOING TO BE YOUR REWARD. BUT MAYBE
YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT IT ANY MORE. MAYBE YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD. WHY DO
YOU WANT A TONY WHEN YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD?
MALE ACTOR: TONY AND OLIVIER ARE THE TWO MOST IMPORTANT AWARDS FOR A
SERIOUS ACTRESS LIVING OR DEAD....(TO SALOME) YOU WILL BE REWARDED..
.
YOU MIGHT HAVE TO DANCE ONE MORE TIME BEFORE THE PLAY ENDS AND THIS
TIME WITH SEVEN VEILS....THE VEILS WERE MISSING, SEEMS LIKE I CAME TO
REVIEW A VERY LOW BUDGET PERFORMANC E...OH! OH! THE ACTORS ARE IN
TROUBLE ...ME BROADWAY CRITIC , A GIANT, A GOD OF THE NY THEATER SITTING
IN
THIS DARK ROOM WITH NO SET, NO PROPS, NO VEIL FOR SALOME, NOT EVEN AN
ACTOR PLAYING A WAITER IN SIGHT... (CLAPS HIS HANDS) LET THE
PLAY BEGINS...(DANCER GOES BACK AND SIT DOWN)
ACTRESS: WAIT, I WANT MY TEA FIRST I CAN'T BEGIN ANYTHING WITHOUT MY
FIRST CUP OF TEA... WHERE IS THE WAITER?
SCENE FIVE: WAITER, (UPSTAGE RIGHT IN A SPOT LIGHT)
(DOES MORE OF HIS MONOLOGUE)
SCENE SIX: LITLE LIGHT ON THE DANCERS.
DANCER NO 1: I AM RESTLESS
DANCER NO 2: ME TOO
DANCER NO 1: I AM LONELY
DANCER NO 2: ME TWO
DANER NO 1: I AM RESTESS AND LONELY
DANCER NO 2: THATS NOT POSSIBLE
DANER NO I: WHY NOT?
DANVER NO 2: YOU CAN EITHER BE RESTLESS OR LONELY
DANCER NO 1: WHY?
DANCER NO 2: LONELINESS CANT BE ACCOMPANIED BY ANYTHING.
RESTLESSNESS IS OPPOSITE OF LONELINESS. LONELINESS HAS NO COMPANION.
LONELINESS IS JUST LONELY....
DANCER NO 2; I WILL TAKE RESTLESSNESS ANY TIME
DANCER NO 1: RESTLESSNESS IS NOT PART OF THE PLAY, LONELINESS IS...
EVERY ONE IS GOING TO DO MONOLUGES ABOUT LONELINESS IN THIS PLAY
DANCER NO2: HOW DO YOU KNOW?
DANCER NO1: I READ THE PLAY
DANCER NO 2; YOU READ THE PLAY?
DANCER NO 1: YES
DANCER NO 2: WHEN?
DANCER NO 1: WHEN I CAME TO AUDITION
DANCER NO 2 HOW COME?
DANER NO 1: THE DIRECTOR GAVE ME THE PLAY
DANCER NO 2: WHO IS THE DIRESTOR?
DANCER NO 1: (POINTS AT THE MALE ATOR) OVER THERE...
DANCER NO 2: I THOUGHT HE WAS THE CRITIC
DANVER NO 1: HE IS THE CRITIC AS WELL AS THE DIRECTOR. HE IS ALSO THE
PRODUCER. THAT'S WHY I DANCED FOR HIM
DANCER NO 2: HOW COME HE HAS SO MANY ROLES?
DANCER NO 1: HE IS WHITE. WHITE AMERICAN MALE...DESCENDENTS OF GREEKS.
THEY RULED THE WORLD FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS....THEY WERE THE WINNERS,
THEY STARTED THE OLYMPICS... THEY WERE WHITE. NO ONE CAN BEAT A WHITE
MAN...
SCENE SEVEN:
MALE ACTOR" (TO THE ACTRESS) YOU HAVE TO START THE PLAY
ACTRESS: NOT TILL I HAVE MY TEA....
SCENE EIGHT WAITER FINISHES THE REST OF HIS MONOLOGUE AND THEN COMES
TO THE CAFE TABLE
SCENE NINE: WAITER: GOOD MORNING, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE?
ACTRESS: COFFEE FOR MY FRIEND AND A HOT CUP OF TEA FOR ME...
WAITER: SURE THING
(WAITER GOES AND COME BACK WITH COFFEE AND TEA
WAITER: HERE IS COFEE FOR YOU AND HOT TEA FOR THE LADY.
I HAVE ALSO BROUGHT A SHOT OF WHISKEY FOR BOTH OF YOU. ITS SNOWING
OUTSIDE, HORRIBLY COLD, YOU MUST BE FREEZING. WHERE ARE YOUR COATS?
HOW CAN YOU BE WITHOUT COATS IN THIS WEATHER? HAVE SOME WHISKY, IT
WILL WARM YOU UP....
ACTEESS: WE ARE NOT COLD, NO NT AT ALL. WE DON'T NEED COATS. WE ARE
VERY
HOT. WE CAME DOWN FROM HELL....TO DO THE PLAY...
MALE ACTOR: LET THE PLAY BEGIN.. .PLACES
ACTRESS: WE ARE FROM ANOTHER WORLD BUT THE PLAY IS GOING TO BE ABOUT
YOUR WORLD, (Points towards the audiene.)
(LIGHTS DIM, ACTRESS MVES AWAY FROM THE CAFE AREA, GOES CENTER STAGE
UNDER A SPOT LIGHT)
SCENE TEN
ACTRESS: MONOLOGUE ABOUT TO DO THE PLAY OR NOT TO DO THE PLAY....
ALSO A SCENE WHERE SOME ONE COMES AND MURDER HER
THEN ANTHER SCENE WHERE SHE GETS ARRESTED IN THE RESTURANT.
(I AM NOT SURE IF THIS SCENE IS ALSO ABOUT ASKING THE ACTORS TO BE IN HER PLAY AND THEY REFUSE?)
SCENE 11: RESTURANT SCENE, PLAYWRIGHT AND MANGER ARRESTING HER
SCENE 12" LONELINESS MONOLGUE IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE
SCENE 13; DANCE
SCENE 14 IMMIGRATION SCENE, CUSTOM OFFICER AND THE LADY IMMIGRANT
SCENE 15, MONOLOGUE ABOUT FEELING AT HOME AFTER THE CUSTOM OFFICER
SCENE 16: CRITIC'S FIRST MONOLOGUE
SCENE 17: PERFORMANCCE ART SCENE, NOT GETTING TO THE EAST SIDE OR WEST
SIDE TO PERFORM WITH MUSIC AND MOVEMENTS...
SCENE 18: LOELINESS MONOLOUGE IN ANOTHER LANNGUAGE, SPANISH MAYBE
SCENE 19: WEDDING MONOLOGUE
SCENE 20: CRITICS SECOND MONOLOGUE...PARTY MUSIC, LOUD LAUGHTER, NOISES,
CLUB KIND OF SOUNDS....THEY ALL DANCE.... AND THEN EXIT DANCING
LIGHTS
END OF PLAY
SCENES....(POSSIBILTY OF CHANGE IN THE ORDER OF SCENES)
ALL ACTORS DRESSED IN WHITE
SCENE ONE....ACTORS ENETR IN THE DARK WITH FLASH LIGHTS, THEY SCATTER
THEMSELVES ALL OVER STAGE, MOVE IN A SLOW MOTION MANNER, CLASSICAL
MUSIC PLAYS IN THE BACK GROUND. TWO OF THE ACTORS, ME AND KEVIN SIT
DOWNSTAGE LEFT AT A COFFEE TABLE. THE REST OF THE ACORS SIT ON THE SIDES
OF THE THEATER
SCENE TWO: DANCER DANCE CENTER STAGE
SCENE THREE: CAFE TABLE SCENE....WAITER AND TWO ACTORS ?
(THE LADY ACTRESS ASKS ANOTHER ACTRESS,)
ACTRESS: WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
2ND ACTRESS; SALOME
MALE ACTOR: SALOME, DANCE FOR ME
ACTRESS: DON'T DANCE MY DEAR, DON'T DANCE
MALE ACTOR: SALOME DANCE FOR ME...I WILL GIVE YOU A GREAT REVIEW
I AM ALSO A CRITIC AND A VERY POWERFUL ONE. YOUR LIFE WILL
IMMEDIATELY CHANGE AFTER MY REVIEW. YOU WILL BE THE DARLING OF NY
THEATER, LONDON THEATER, YOU WILL HAVE THE TONY, THE OLIVIER AWARD,
MONEY, MOVIE CONTRACTS, JUST DANCE FOR ME AND YOU WILL HAVE EVERY
THING YOU HAVE EVER WANTED IN LIFE AND EVEN MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE.
OUR CULTURE DEMANDS MORE, MORE, MORE. NOTHING IS ENOUGH AND WITH MY
DAZZLING REVIEW YOU WILL HAVE MORE AND MORE AND MORE OF EVERYTHING.
MONEY, FAME, SEX,LOTS OF SEX, I ROMISE YOU, EVERY PRODUCER WANTS TO
SLEEP
WITH A MOVIE STAR AND YOU MIGHT EVEN HAVE LOVE WHICH IS VERY HARD TO
HAVE IN OUR CAPITALIST SOCIETY BUT YOU MIGHT JUST HAVE BUCKETS FULL OF
FAKE LOVE....THAT'S GOOD ENOUGH. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO SALOME IS TO DANCE
FOR ME.
ACTRESS: SALOME, DON'T DANCE FOR HIM. HE BRINGS NOTHING BUT
DESTRUCTION. THE WHITE MAN IS BACK TO DESTROY.
MALE ACTRESS (TO THE ACTRESS) YOU NKEEP QUIET. MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.
ITS BETWEEN ME AND SALOME AND I KNOW SHE WILL DANCE FOR ME. NO
ACTRESS
CAN AFFORD NOT TO OBEY THE MOST POWERFUL CRITIC IN THE WORLD.
ACTRESS: BUT YOU ARE NOT OF THIS WORLD....
MALE ACTOR: I AM OF THIS WORLD AND OF THE OTHER WORLD. I BELONG TO
HEAVEN AND HELL. THAT IS MY POWER. ONCE POWERFUL, ALWAYS POWERFUL.
I TRANSMIT MY POWER TO YOU SALOME, DANCE FOR ME...
SCENE THREE: ONE OF THE ACTRESS GETS UP AND STARTS TO DANCE...EROTIC AND
EXOTIC DANCE. (MIDDLE EASTERN NUSIC PLAYS)
SCENE FOUR:
MALE ACTOR: BRAVA, BRAVA, BRAVA...
ACTRESS: END OF THE WORLD IS HERE...
MALE ACTOR: WORLD HAS ALREADY ENDED SO THERE IS NO DANGER
(TO SALOME) GET READY FOR THE REWARD
ACTRESS: (TO SALOME) HE IS A LIER. LIKE A POLITICIAN WHO PROMISE THE WORLD
BEORE HIS WIN AND AFTER THAT HE GOES AND PLAYS GOLF. THATS IT. HONEY, HE
WON'T EVEN REMEBER THAT YOU EVER DANCED FOR HIM. I BET YOU HE WON'T
EVEN MENTION YOU IN HIS REVIEW IF THERE IS A REVIEW AT ALL IF THE PLAY
EVER
BEGINS. ONLY DEATH IS GOING TO BE YOUR REWARD. BUT MAYBE
YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT IT ANY MORE. MAYBE YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD. WHY DO
YOU WANT A TONY WHEN YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD?
MALE ACTOR: TONY AND OLIVIER ARE THE TWO MOST IMPORTANT AWARDS FOR A
SERIOUS ACTRESS LIVING OR DEAD....(TO SALOME) YOU WILL BE REWARDED..
.
YOU MIGHT HAVE TO DANCE ONE MORE TIME BEFORE THE PLAY ENDS AND THIS
TIME WITH SEVEN VEILS....THE VEILS WERE MISSING, SEEMS LIKE I CAME TO
REVIEW A VERY LOW BUDGET PERFORMANC E...OH! OH! THE ACTORS ARE IN
TROUBLE ...ME BROADWAY CRITIC , A GIANT, A GOD OF THE NY THEATER SITTING
IN
THIS DARK ROOM WITH NO SET, NO PROPS, NO VEIL FOR SALOME, NOT EVEN AN
ACTOR PLAYING A WAITER IN SIGHT... (CLAPS HIS HANDS) LET THE
PLAY BEGINS...(DANCER GOES BACK AND SIT DOWN)
ACTRESS: WAIT, I WANT MY TEA FIRST I CAN'T BEGIN ANYTHING WITHOUT MY
FIRST CUP OF TEA... WHERE IS THE WAITER?
SCENE FIVE: WAITER, (UPSTAGE RIGHT IN A SPOT LIGHT)
(DOES MORE OF HIS MONOLOGUE)
SCENE SIX: LITLE LIGHT ON THE DANCERS.
DANCER NO 1: I AM RESTLESS
DANCER NO 2: ME TOO
DANCER NO 1: I AM LONELY
DANCER NO 2: ME TWO
DANER NO 1: I AM RESTESS AND LONELY
DANCER NO 2: THATS NOT POSSIBLE
DANER NO I: WHY NOT?
DANVER NO 2: YOU CAN EITHER BE RESTLESS OR LONELY
DANCER NO 1: WHY?
DANCER NO 2: LONELINESS CANT BE ACCOMPANIED BY ANYTHING.
RESTLESSNESS IS OPPOSITE OF LONELINESS. LONELINESS HAS NO COMPANION.
LONELINESS IS JUST LONELY....
DANCER NO 2; I WILL TAKE RESTLESSNESS ANY TIME
DANCER NO 1: RESTLESSNESS IS NOT PART OF THE PLAY, LONELINESS IS...
EVERY ONE IS GOING TO DO MONOLUGES ABOUT LONELINESS IN THIS PLAY
DANCER NO2: HOW DO YOU KNOW?
DANCER NO1: I READ THE PLAY
DANCER NO 2; YOU READ THE PLAY?
DANCER NO 1: YES
DANCER NO 2: WHEN?
DANCER NO 1: WHEN I CAME TO AUDITION
DANCER NO 2 HOW COME?
DANER NO 1: THE DIRECTOR GAVE ME THE PLAY
DANCER NO 2: WHO IS THE DIRESTOR?
DANCER NO 1: (POINTS AT THE MALE ATOR) OVER THERE...
DANCER NO 2: I THOUGHT HE WAS THE CRITIC
DANVER NO 1: HE IS THE CRITIC AS WELL AS THE DIRECTOR. HE IS ALSO THE
PRODUCER. THAT'S WHY I DANCED FOR HIM
DANCER NO 2: HOW COME HE HAS SO MANY ROLES?
DANCER NO 1: HE IS WHITE. WHITE AMERICAN MALE...DESCENDENTS OF GREEKS.
THEY RULED THE WORLD FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS....THEY WERE THE WINNERS,
THEY STARTED THE OLYMPICS... THEY WERE WHITE. NO ONE CAN BEAT A WHITE
MAN...
SCENE SEVEN:
MALE ACTOR" (TO THE ACTRESS) YOU HAVE TO START THE PLAY
ACTRESS: NOT TILL I HAVE MY TEA....
SCENE EIGHT WAITER FINISHES THE REST OF HIS MONOLOGUE AND THEN COMES
TO THE CAFE TABLE
SCENE NINE: WAITER: GOOD MORNING, WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE?
ACTRESS: COFFEE FOR MY FRIEND AND A HOT CUP OF TEA FOR ME...
WAITER: SURE THING
(WAITER GOES AND COME BACK WITH COFFEE AND TEA
WAITER: HERE IS COFEE FOR YOU AND HOT TEA FOR THE LADY.
I HAVE ALSO BROUGHT A SHOT OF WHISKEY FOR BOTH OF YOU. ITS SNOWING
OUTSIDE, HORRIBLY COLD, YOU MUST BE FREEZING. WHERE ARE YOUR COATS?
HOW CAN YOU BE WITHOUT COATS IN THIS WEATHER? HAVE SOME WHISKY, IT
WILL WARM YOU UP....
ACTEESS: WE ARE NOT COLD, NO NT AT ALL. WE DON'T NEED COATS. WE ARE
VERY
HOT. WE CAME DOWN FROM HELL....TO DO THE PLAY...
MALE ACTOR: LET THE PLAY BEGIN.. .PLACES
ACTRESS: WE ARE FROM ANOTHER WORLD BUT THE PLAY IS GOING TO BE ABOUT
YOUR WORLD, (Points towards the audiene.)
(LIGHTS DIM, ACTRESS MVES AWAY FROM THE CAFE AREA, GOES CENTER STAGE
UNDER A SPOT LIGHT)
SCENE TEN
ACTRESS: MONOLOGUE ABOUT TO DO THE PLAY OR NOT TO DO THE PLAY....
ALSO A SCENE WHERE SOME ONE COMES AND MURDER HER
THEN ANTHER SCENE WHERE SHE GETS ARRESTED IN THE RESTURANT.
(I AM NOT SURE IF THIS SCENE IS ALSO ABOUT ASKING THE ACTORS TO BE IN HER PLAY AND THEY REFUSE?)
SCENE 11: RESTURANT SCENE, PLAYWRIGHT AND MANGER ARRESTING HER
SCENE 12" LONELINESS MONOLGUE IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE
SCENE 13; DANCE
SCENE 14 IMMIGRATION SCENE, CUSTOM OFFICER AND THE LADY IMMIGRANT
SCENE 15, MONOLOGUE ABOUT FEELING AT HOME AFTER THE CUSTOM OFFICER
SCENE 16: CRITIC'S FIRST MONOLOGUE
SCENE 17: PERFORMANCCE ART SCENE, NOT GETTING TO THE EAST SIDE OR WEST
SIDE TO PERFORM WITH MUSIC AND MOVEMENTS...
SCENE 18: LOELINESS MONOLOUGE IN ANOTHER LANNGUAGE, SPANISH MAYBE
SCENE 19: WEDDING MONOLOGUE
SCENE 20: CRITICS SECOND MONOLOGUE...PARTY MUSIC, LOUD LAUGHTER, NOISES,
CLUB KIND OF SOUNDS....THEY ALL DANCE.... AND THEN EXIT DANCING
LIGHTS
END OF PLAY
Friday, August 31, 2018
DEAD PEOPLE
DEAD PEOPLE
I love to play dead people
Who come back and become actors
And immediately get a part in an avant-gard play
But the best thing about being dead and still playing a part in human drama
Is that you don't take anything seriously at all like you did when you were living.
Everything becomes amusing
The audience, the critics, the fellow actors, director
They all seem foolish, egotistical, worried, rushing about, jealous, competitive,
Argumentative....
What for?
To get ahead, I guess
Get ahaed to which destination?
None except where we ended up...
I want to remind the living to calm down, make peace, stop competing...
But hell no,
I say to myself...
"Leave them alone"
They don't deserve company and advice...
Just amuse yourself at their expense...
Watching them and the fellow actors who might be living or maybe living dead...
Because they have no energy, no voice, no sense of humor...
Just repeat their lines like robots...
Programmed robots...
Thats not fun...
Machines are never fun...
In hell there are no machines
Just dead people
They are fun
The dead people I mean...
They move slowly
I call it, "Slow motion"
Like a movie
Since we are not in a movie but we can still have slow motion in it
Thus making believe that there is a movie inside of the play
You see that's the fun of being an artist, , "Make believe"
The living actors are not so good at, "Make believe"
They are too anxious, too anxiety stricken, too neurotic
They go for soul cycle, gymnasiums, eat holistic food, whole foods, organic foods
Take tons of supplements, drink green smoothies, go for Yoga, meditation,
And come out of it sweating...
"H!, I am sweating, don't come near me." They say, "I just came out of Kondolini Yoga" I am
sweating...
What they mean is, "Don't come near me." Thy are afraid of fuman beings, especially the living
human beings, not the dead human beings because on Halloween, they all immitate death.
They want to look as dead as possible to scare real death...
I mean they are fooling themselves, how the hell are you going to scare real death?
Deep down all iving are afraid of death and if you are afraid of something you can't scare that thing
away...
They say, "I am not afraid of death." Thats a big fat lie....Every one is afraid of death.
Trust me when I was alive I was obssessed with death...just the mere fact of death....
People used to say to me, "Oh! you ae so morbid, you only think of death, talk about death."
"Yes, I do, because I am afraid of it and that's why I talk about it."
"My therapist told me that when you talk about something, after a while it goes away..."
But people don't believe it. They are into denial.. I don't care. I just don't care any more
especially about people. One hell of bloody trouble makers, all of them. I am happy to be dead.
Only after my death I got a part in a play....
When I was alive ad went for auditions, The casting directors would ask me,
"Oh1 so what category do you belong to?"
'What do you mean? Category?" What's a category?
I am a human being, a woman, an actress, a wonderful actress, with creative imagination
unlike some of the actors you cast in your theater who are so wooden, one can build a studio apt out
of.........
them...we need apts in Manhattan, we can bring all those deadly un-movable un-flexible wooden
trunks ....
called, "ACTORS" and finally built a book shelf."
"Category?"
Un-believable...
"Yes, which categry ? "You are ethnic? Arn't you not? 'Minority?, Asian? South Asian?
Pan Asian? South East Asian? Black? Brown? Yellow? "From the third world?" "or some kind of
other?"
"Third world, "She asked me. She asked me if I am from the third world?
'I guess she is assuming that she is from the first world."
'Ok. Ok, now who decided about the first world and the third world? What happened to the second
world?
Who is from the second world?
Where is the second world?
Is that Newzeland?
Boring, boring, boring
Ok, so this casting director has decided that there is a first world and a third world and obviously she
is putting me in the third world category...
I am sure she has put herself in the first world...
But of course...
Why?
Because her skin color is like a bleached blond wig
And me?
Black olive when I am in the sun and green and yellowish olive when I am in the shade....
Ok. What does that mean? Do I get the part?
"No, she says. The part is for the actors from the first world.
"Oh! but there is globaliztion now. Immigration is exploding, people here are speaking a million
languages, what language the play is in?
"English obviously... what else? We are English speaking people.
Oh! you are the colonizer?
I am the casting director
You cast?
Yes, I cast
Then cast me
I can't cast you
Why not?
You are the third world
I am?
Yes
I didn't know
You didn't know that you are from the third world?
You just told me
You didn't know?
You just told me...
Oh! I see, that's why you have been auditioning for the first world plays?
What are the first world plays?
Plays which take place in the first world, plays which are written by the first world,
plays which are being acted by the first world actors
Where are they?
Who?
The first world actors?
They left...
They left?
Why?
Because they were faking it. They were not really the first world, they looked like the first world
they were light skinned but they were talking gibberish and the first world actors don't speak
gibberish
You want to bet
Bet about what? There is no dispute about it
No dispute that you are a colonizer and thus a lier
I don't know the word, 'Colonizer." I am the boss and I know the word boss
and you are taking too much of my time, I have to audition other actors
The first world actors?
Yes, the first world actors
Where are they?
They are not here yet
He is here. THE ACTOR SITTING NEXT TO ME, HE IS WHITE, CAST HIM.
But he is sitting next to you
what does that mean?
By association... with you he lost the part
He is not associated with me, he is just sitting next to me...
That's the whole point...
Listen, I don't give a shit about this crap...this play of yours...
I don't give a shit...
You don't give a shit
No
I thought you were an actor
I am
and you don't give a shit whether you get a part or not?
No...
Why not
I quit the business
When?
Just now...
When I was alive
So you are not an actor
No, not any more...
What are you then?
I have instantly become a playwight. I have imagination. With imagination one can do anything...
What are you doing here? This is some one else's play
You don't say...
How can you call yourself a playwright without talent and being from the third world?
That's a big surprise, the talent, the gift. God gave us something to
compensate for our dark skin... we can write, we cayour oing togn recite, we are poets, poets of the third world...
You couldn't have written a play?
I did, I just did...and watch out because I am going to become a theater critic in an instant
and shred play to bits...with my imagination I am now a critic and I am going to destroy your play.
God gave all of us gifts, you are blond and I am black and that's how it is and that's how its going to
be...We will have our differences till we die and that's a shame...you should have cast me, you should
have made peace...
I couldn't
Why not?
Because of our differences
Now I don't need a part, now I am a critic who is...
And?
And what?
Where will you go after you destroy my play?
I will go back to hell...In hell every one is of the same color...God is fair afterall....
I love to play dead people
Who come back and become actors
And immediately get a part in an avant-gard play
But the best thing about being dead and still playing a part in human drama
Is that you don't take anything seriously at all like you did when you were living.
Everything becomes amusing
The audience, the critics, the fellow actors, director
They all seem foolish, egotistical, worried, rushing about, jealous, competitive,
Argumentative....
What for?
To get ahead, I guess
Get ahaed to which destination?
None except where we ended up...
I want to remind the living to calm down, make peace, stop competing...
But hell no,
I say to myself...
"Leave them alone"
They don't deserve company and advice...
Just amuse yourself at their expense...
Watching them and the fellow actors who might be living or maybe living dead...
Because they have no energy, no voice, no sense of humor...
Just repeat their lines like robots...
Programmed robots...
Thats not fun...
Machines are never fun...
In hell there are no machines
Just dead people
They are fun
The dead people I mean...
They move slowly
I call it, "Slow motion"
Like a movie
Since we are not in a movie but we can still have slow motion in it
Thus making believe that there is a movie inside of the play
You see that's the fun of being an artist, , "Make believe"
The living actors are not so good at, "Make believe"
They are too anxious, too anxiety stricken, too neurotic
They go for soul cycle, gymnasiums, eat holistic food, whole foods, organic foods
Take tons of supplements, drink green smoothies, go for Yoga, meditation,
And come out of it sweating...
"H!, I am sweating, don't come near me." They say, "I just came out of Kondolini Yoga" I am
sweating...
What they mean is, "Don't come near me." Thy are afraid of fuman beings, especially the living
human beings, not the dead human beings because on Halloween, they all immitate death.
They want to look as dead as possible to scare real death...
I mean they are fooling themselves, how the hell are you going to scare real death?
Deep down all iving are afraid of death and if you are afraid of something you can't scare that thing
away...
They say, "I am not afraid of death." Thats a big fat lie....Every one is afraid of death.
Trust me when I was alive I was obssessed with death...just the mere fact of death....
People used to say to me, "Oh! you ae so morbid, you only think of death, talk about death."
"Yes, I do, because I am afraid of it and that's why I talk about it."
"My therapist told me that when you talk about something, after a while it goes away..."
But people don't believe it. They are into denial.. I don't care. I just don't care any more
especially about people. One hell of bloody trouble makers, all of them. I am happy to be dead.
Only after my death I got a part in a play....
When I was alive ad went for auditions, The casting directors would ask me,
"Oh1 so what category do you belong to?"
'What do you mean? Category?" What's a category?
I am a human being, a woman, an actress, a wonderful actress, with creative imagination
unlike some of the actors you cast in your theater who are so wooden, one can build a studio apt out
of.........
them...we need apts in Manhattan, we can bring all those deadly un-movable un-flexible wooden
trunks ....
called, "ACTORS" and finally built a book shelf."
"Category?"
Un-believable...
"Yes, which categry ? "You are ethnic? Arn't you not? 'Minority?, Asian? South Asian?
Pan Asian? South East Asian? Black? Brown? Yellow? "From the third world?" "or some kind of
other?"
"Third world, "She asked me. She asked me if I am from the third world?
'I guess she is assuming that she is from the first world."
'Ok. Ok, now who decided about the first world and the third world? What happened to the second
world?
Who is from the second world?
Where is the second world?
Is that Newzeland?
Boring, boring, boring
Ok, so this casting director has decided that there is a first world and a third world and obviously she
is putting me in the third world category...
I am sure she has put herself in the first world...
But of course...
Why?
Because her skin color is like a bleached blond wig
And me?
Black olive when I am in the sun and green and yellowish olive when I am in the shade....
Ok. What does that mean? Do I get the part?
"No, she says. The part is for the actors from the first world.
"Oh! but there is globaliztion now. Immigration is exploding, people here are speaking a million
languages, what language the play is in?
"English obviously... what else? We are English speaking people.
Oh! you are the colonizer?
I am the casting director
You cast?
Yes, I cast
Then cast me
I can't cast you
Why not?
You are the third world
I am?
Yes
I didn't know
You didn't know that you are from the third world?
You just told me
You didn't know?
You just told me...
Oh! I see, that's why you have been auditioning for the first world plays?
What are the first world plays?
Plays which take place in the first world, plays which are written by the first world,
plays which are being acted by the first world actors
Where are they?
Who?
The first world actors?
They left...
They left?
Why?
Because they were faking it. They were not really the first world, they looked like the first world
they were light skinned but they were talking gibberish and the first world actors don't speak
gibberish
You want to bet
Bet about what? There is no dispute about it
No dispute that you are a colonizer and thus a lier
I don't know the word, 'Colonizer." I am the boss and I know the word boss
and you are taking too much of my time, I have to audition other actors
The first world actors?
Yes, the first world actors
Where are they?
They are not here yet
He is here. THE ACTOR SITTING NEXT TO ME, HE IS WHITE, CAST HIM.
But he is sitting next to you
what does that mean?
By association... with you he lost the part
He is not associated with me, he is just sitting next to me...
That's the whole point...
Listen, I don't give a shit about this crap...this play of yours...
I don't give a shit...
You don't give a shit
No
I thought you were an actor
I am
and you don't give a shit whether you get a part or not?
No...
Why not
I quit the business
When?
Just now...
When I was alive
So you are not an actor
No, not any more...
What are you then?
I have instantly become a playwight. I have imagination. With imagination one can do anything...
What are you doing here? This is some one else's play
You don't say...
How can you call yourself a playwright without talent and being from the third world?
That's a big surprise, the talent, the gift. God gave us something to
compensate for our dark skin... we can write, we cayour oing togn recite, we are poets, poets of the third world...
You couldn't have written a play?
I did, I just did...and watch out because I am going to become a theater critic in an instant
and shred play to bits...with my imagination I am now a critic and I am going to destroy your play.
God gave all of us gifts, you are blond and I am black and that's how it is and that's how its going to
be...We will have our differences till we die and that's a shame...you should have cast me, you should
have made peace...
I couldn't
Why not?
Because of our differences
Now I don't need a part, now I am a critic who is...
And?
And what?
Where will you go after you destroy my play?
I will go back to hell...In hell every one is of the same color...God is fair afterall....
Monday, August 27, 2018
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER PLAN, NOT FULLFILLED
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER PLAN, NT FULLFILLED
READING
READING ALL KINDS OF THINGS
BOOKS, NEWSPAPERS, MAZAZINES,
(Its all part of the writing process)
(How ese one is going to learn what and how to write?)
REASERCH
READING AND WRITING
MAKING A PLAY OUT F THE WRITING
BOOKING THE PLAY
REHEARSING THE PLAY
PERFORMING THE PLAY
DOING POETRY READINGS
GOING TO SEE SHOWS
WRITING REVIEWS
GET OUT OF TARRALUCCHI
ITS NOT CREATIVE ENOUGH FOR YOU
BEWARE OF HUMAN IMPERFECTIONS
HUNGER FOR POWER
GREED
LUST
POWER, OF ANY KIND, BUT POWER IT MUST BE
"ITS BETTER TO BE THAN NOT TO BE."
LOOK FOR SPICY FOOD
IT CLEARS THE PALAT
IT CLEARS THE MIND
MAKES YOU MORE HUMAN
THE TINGE OF THE SPICE..
MAKES YOU MORE HUMAN...
"SPICY VILLAGE"
CHINESE RESTURANT IN CHINA TOWN
ORDER NO 7 DISH
SPICY BG TRAY OF CHICKEN
BEWARE OF...
SOPHISTICATED CRIMINAL
DERIATIVE TRADER
VARIETY OF HUSTLERS
A BIG FAT HUSTLE....
READING
READING ALL KINDS OF THINGS
BOOKS, NEWSPAPERS, MAZAZINES,
(Its all part of the writing process)
(How ese one is going to learn what and how to write?)
REASERCH
READING AND WRITING
MAKING A PLAY OUT F THE WRITING
BOOKING THE PLAY
REHEARSING THE PLAY
PERFORMING THE PLAY
DOING POETRY READINGS
GOING TO SEE SHOWS
WRITING REVIEWS
GET OUT OF TARRALUCCHI
ITS NOT CREATIVE ENOUGH FOR YOU
BEWARE OF HUMAN IMPERFECTIONS
HUNGER FOR POWER
GREED
LUST
POWER, OF ANY KIND, BUT POWER IT MUST BE
"ITS BETTER TO BE THAN NOT TO BE."
LOOK FOR SPICY FOOD
IT CLEARS THE PALAT
IT CLEARS THE MIND
MAKES YOU MORE HUMAN
THE TINGE OF THE SPICE..
MAKES YOU MORE HUMAN...
"SPICY VILLAGE"
CHINESE RESTURANT IN CHINA TOWN
ORDER NO 7 DISH
SPICY BG TRAY OF CHICKEN
BEWARE OF...
SOPHISTICATED CRIMINAL
DERIATIVE TRADER
VARIETY OF HUSTLERS
A BIG FAT HUSTLE....
I PICKED UP THE COFFEE
I PICKED UP THE COFFEE
I picked up the coffee when te wiatress put it infront of e at te coffee bar area,
I took a sip and then asked the waitress, " Could you please make it hotter?"
And there was another customer standing on the othher side of the counter and
this cup of coffee was actually for him but the waitress had put it in-front of me and I for sure assumed that it was for me. And why would I not assume? The coffee was placed right in-front of me and not the other customer who was actually standing a bit far from the counter but after I spoke to the waitress, he bud in...and said to the waitress pointing at me, "Oh! she has already taken a sip"
And that's when I realized that the coffee was meant for him but since the waitress placed it
right infront of me...so obviously it wasn't my fault that I took a sip from the cup...
But the other customer looked very very angry at me instead of being angry at the waitress and said to me in an obnoxious manner, "Did you order a coffee?"
What nerve , I thought, what nerve.. can you believe it? but people have nerve...its NY and it was a fashionable coffee shop...
And I said to him, "Would I take a sip out of a coffee cup which was placed infront of me if I had not ordered that coffee, you fuck." Off course I didn't use the four letter word but the angry man, his anger was very much for my accent and my skin color, obviously he was much lighter thhan me...he was white and an American and obviously more important than me, a woman, darker with an accent and thus having no importance of any kind whom any one could insult for taking a sip from a coffee cup payed by some one else like a gypsy...I was so angry and furious at him but I kept my cool because I am always the loser if I lose my cool because like James Baldwin said, 'We are savages because wite people think that we are and savages have savage behavior and they come to fancy cafe's in Manhattan and take sips from other peoples's food... behaving as if its mant for them...
After my question to him about whether I would take a sip from the fucking coffee if I had never ordered and payed for one he was much mire furios at me and hated me more and then came and sat right next to me and ruined my concentration for reading my book and he himself stayed angry at me throughout his stay, (I wonder why he sat next to me? To bother and disturb me more and more I guess) he hated me for tasting my own coffee, thhe coffee I had already paid for and which was served to me...(I had no god damned adea that it was his coffee but was served to me and how the hell would I know that?)
Unbelievable...Actually not so un-believable. People are miserable and it was thanksgiving
afternoon at a fancy shmancy French cafe in fancy Shamnacy Manhattan. The place was called,
"BALTHAZAR' and that supremict could never imagine a minority with an accent ordering a very pricy coffee there...
I picked up the coffee when te wiatress put it infront of e at te coffee bar area,
I took a sip and then asked the waitress, " Could you please make it hotter?"
And there was another customer standing on the othher side of the counter and
this cup of coffee was actually for him but the waitress had put it in-front of me and I for sure assumed that it was for me. And why would I not assume? The coffee was placed right in-front of me and not the other customer who was actually standing a bit far from the counter but after I spoke to the waitress, he bud in...and said to the waitress pointing at me, "Oh! she has already taken a sip"
And that's when I realized that the coffee was meant for him but since the waitress placed it
right infront of me...so obviously it wasn't my fault that I took a sip from the cup...
But the other customer looked very very angry at me instead of being angry at the waitress and said to me in an obnoxious manner, "Did you order a coffee?"
What nerve , I thought, what nerve.. can you believe it? but people have nerve...its NY and it was a fashionable coffee shop...
And I said to him, "Would I take a sip out of a coffee cup which was placed infront of me if I had not ordered that coffee, you fuck." Off course I didn't use the four letter word but the angry man, his anger was very much for my accent and my skin color, obviously he was much lighter thhan me...he was white and an American and obviously more important than me, a woman, darker with an accent and thus having no importance of any kind whom any one could insult for taking a sip from a coffee cup payed by some one else like a gypsy...I was so angry and furious at him but I kept my cool because I am always the loser if I lose my cool because like James Baldwin said, 'We are savages because wite people think that we are and savages have savage behavior and they come to fancy cafe's in Manhattan and take sips from other peoples's food... behaving as if its mant for them...
After my question to him about whether I would take a sip from the fucking coffee if I had never ordered and payed for one he was much mire furios at me and hated me more and then came and sat right next to me and ruined my concentration for reading my book and he himself stayed angry at me throughout his stay, (I wonder why he sat next to me? To bother and disturb me more and more I guess) he hated me for tasting my own coffee, thhe coffee I had already paid for and which was served to me...(I had no god damned adea that it was his coffee but was served to me and how the hell would I know that?)
Unbelievable...Actually not so un-believable. People are miserable and it was thanksgiving
afternoon at a fancy shmancy French cafe in fancy Shamnacy Manhattan. The place was called,
"BALTHAZAR' and that supremict could never imagine a minority with an accent ordering a very pricy coffee there...
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