Setting: low-end coffee shop, small.
Stage dressing: two round tables, each with two cheap chairs; a coffee bar (black particleboard) and a door frame (black) indicating the back room of the shop.
Characters: silent, surly coffee shop owner (Uri.) Beautiful and aloof woman (Chasmine.) Angry businessman with ex-wife trouble (James.) Comic relief androgynous bag-person with "Hank" the mop head (Limpy.) The characters should be read as written: superficial and without personality or redeemability. When delivering lines, actors should remember the word "snide."
Plot: no discernible plot. James will be angry. Chasmine will be aloof and, eventually, intrigued but untouchable. Uri will pop in and out as the other characters need coffee or have a question. Limpy will ease tensions just in time, but only temporarily. The end of the one-act will leave everyone feeling like nothing happened, life is hopeless and that it must be much more difficult to write plays than one would think.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
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The story of Adam and Eve in Genesis is not a true story of how life on Earth began, but rather a story for children that teaches them how they grow and learn. Those who take the Bible for truth will most certainly have their own thoughts (and they will be sure to share them on crumpled paper rubber banded onto to rocks and flung through my picture window,) but it is nonetheless obvious for anyone who chooses to truly look.
"Eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil" is what we all eventually must do, though it is a bitter fruit, indeed. Recall the first time you realized that some aspect of your life was not as it at first seemed. Recall the horror you felt. Recall the tilting of your world beneath your feet. See the thick, black line drawn between "before" and "after" this realization. Think of your wish never to have had that realization. Witness your own futile attempts to forget. See every day the new truth you wish you never learned.
Congratulations. You have eaten from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
I ate of the Tree when a man in a Winnebago cut me off when I was only sixteen and flipped me the finger. I realized, with a shock and a quick application of brakes, that not all adults are kind.
"Eating from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil" is what we all eventually must do, though it is a bitter fruit, indeed. Recall the first time you realized that some aspect of your life was not as it at first seemed. Recall the horror you felt. Recall the tilting of your world beneath your feet. See the thick, black line drawn between "before" and "after" this realization. Think of your wish never to have had that realization. Witness your own futile attempts to forget. See every day the new truth you wish you never learned.
Congratulations. You have eaten from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
I ate of the Tree when a man in a Winnebago cut me off when I was only sixteen and flipped me the finger. I realized, with a shock and a quick application of brakes, that not all adults are kind.
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