a short comedy by Sam Kastin
Living room: a father and son;
SON. Father, I'm gay.
Father. Oh... Fancy a fuck?
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
The Sea, amended
When I was a little girl
a short play by Samuel Kastin
A man and a woman stand in front of a burning house. Their small child is with them, they hold her little hands. From the house we can hear a telephone ringing as it melts (this continues to the end).
Woman- John dear, it would appear that we are now homeless.
Man- Yes dear. Very much so.
They carry on watching the fire.
Daughter- (turning her head to us, she takes a step and consciously faces the the audience, this is all very sweet, like a curtsey. Eyes like Bambi); Just think, in the distance a s-sad sold'er and his lover...
They fade out.
In the distance;
We fade in:
A soldier holds another soldier, who is sobbing, in his arms. He sways, forming a melancholy and defiant waltz.
Soldier- (singing); Is that all there is, is that all there is/ If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing/ Let's break out the booze and have a ball/ If that's all there is.
This fades out, he can speak part of the first verse if needs be, the words fading out, as it were, with lighting.
All we now see is the glow/ afterglow of burning.
There is the sound of an explosion offstage; what it is that is exploding, or has exploded, is unclear. The sound of the sea can now be heard as it draws nearer.
a short play by Samuel Kastin
A man and a woman stand in front of a burning house. Their small child is with them, they hold her little hands. From the house we can hear a telephone ringing as it melts (this continues to the end).
Woman- John dear, it would appear that we are now homeless.
Man- Yes dear. Very much so.
They carry on watching the fire.
Daughter- (turning her head to us, she takes a step and consciously faces the the audience, this is all very sweet, like a curtsey. Eyes like Bambi); Just think, in the distance a s-sad sold'er and his lover...
They fade out.
In the distance;
We fade in:
A soldier holds another soldier, who is sobbing, in his arms. He sways, forming a melancholy and defiant waltz.
Soldier- (singing); Is that all there is, is that all there is/ If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing/ Let's break out the booze and have a ball/ If that's all there is.
This fades out, he can speak part of the first verse if needs be, the words fading out, as it were, with lighting.
All we now see is the glow/ afterglow of burning.
There is the sound of an explosion offstage; what it is that is exploding, or has exploded, is unclear. The sound of the sea can now be heard as it draws nearer.
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
Running Water; end and epilogue
We are in the middle of the ocean. By the size of my beard I surmise that it has taken us a long time to get here. By Clarence's decomposition you can tell the heat of the sun. It pains me to see the sun burn him so. I cannot take it and so he is soon gone. We will never reach home, there is no home for men like us: our home is the sea and it is all we've ever known. I kiss his dead cheek and push him over the side, into the sea, burying him at sea. He is in heaven now.
Epilogue.
You can feel the waves beneath you, like the earth's pulse beating. Like a child being rocked in its crib. Those vultures come back. They become again their coil of death, my death bed's mobile. They have not forgotten me. The sun is in my eyes.
Drowsy and lulled, I close my eyes. In death's half-dream, I see her one last time. She rocks me in her arms softly, singing softly. Slowly the vultures swoop and waves gently crash. As this happens I hear that I have been singing my last words, accompanying the dream, "Que Cera, Cera".
The End.
Epilogue.
You can feel the waves beneath you, like the earth's pulse beating. Like a child being rocked in its crib. Those vultures come back. They become again their coil of death, my death bed's mobile. They have not forgotten me. The sun is in my eyes.
Drowsy and lulled, I close my eyes. In death's half-dream, I see her one last time. She rocks me in her arms softly, singing softly. Slowly the vultures swoop and waves gently crash. As this happens I hear that I have been singing my last words, accompanying the dream, "Que Cera, Cera".
The End.
Thursday, 10 June 2010
Runing Water- end of Act 2 and start of Act 3.
End of Act 2
Falling, falling, crawling toward infinity the forest comes to an end. We find ourselves upon a pebble beach with black and blue and crimson stones. It is no white sand tropical relaxing beach, it is one steeped in the isolation and alienation of the souls of heroes and heroines. My wife took a photograph of it, before I knew her. The raft is still there, by the sole white rock.
Act 3
On
the raft, out at sea, salt in the lungs, the sun shines down on me. I
think of the birds above in the blue sky who migrate riding sea winds
who keep on flying. I think of the fish beneath in the bright,
sometimes dark, blue sea who are circumspect to current and must go
with tide who keep on swimming. I think of myself who is fatalistically driven by the action of self & others as I keep on floating.
Conclusion will hopefully be this weekend.
Falling, falling, crawling toward infinity the forest comes to an end. We find ourselves upon a pebble beach with black and blue and crimson stones. It is no white sand tropical relaxing beach, it is one steeped in the isolation and alienation of the souls of heroes and heroines. My wife took a photograph of it, before I knew her. The raft is still there, by the sole white rock.
Act 3
On
the raft, out at sea, salt in the lungs, the sun shines down on me. I
think of the birds above in the blue sky who migrate riding sea winds
who keep on flying. I think of the fish beneath in the bright,
sometimes dark, blue sea who are circumspect to current and must go
with tide who keep on swimming. I think of myself who is fatalistically driven by the action of self & others as I keep on floating.
Conclusion will hopefully be this weekend.
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