Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Short Play: about play

Dark, black stage area; black floor with large rubber squares distributed across the surface, resembling a multi-coloured chess board ( no pastels... primary and stark colours only with occasional black and white squares); black ceiling with star shapes all over. 5 people are scattered on the board, wearing a colour that contrasts with the colour of the square they are on ( red, blue, green, yellow, pink). Back wall is concave and hung with a thick,black, velvet curtain. Scene action begins with a visible ripple in the curtain from a forced air movement somewhere off stage. Players are positioned on their respective squares, seated in tightly curled ball shapes. Curtain ripples, players begin a slow and gradual uncurling process until all are in a standing position that they then hold in stillness. And then, simultaneous shouts ring out.....
Red yells to Blue : how can I move across this space
Green yells to Yellow: how can I reach across this space
Pink yells to the stars: what is this space? who are these others?
Players begin reaching out and up, without moving their feet, and then cautiously begin to creep themselves to the edges of their squares. For no apparent reason Yellow yells: travel on our colours ... let's meet on the blacks and whites.
Other colours mutter initial agreements.....ok, sounds good, that's a plan, where's my square.... utterances spoken at once.
Green yells out: is this a game? and then there are many voices, shouting and yelling : is this a game? what is the game? are we the game? what are the rules? there must be rules !? must there be rules? must there be....
Colours are scurrying , running, sliding , gliding from square to square; halting spontaneously, forming groups into moments of stillness on black or white squares, breathing audibly, then dispersing again.
Pink yells: the rules are no game
Blue yells : then let there be rules
Red yells : such as they are
Yellow and Green chant then whisper: such as they are, such as they are, such as they are.....
colours hold their positions on the squares where they are, such as they are whispering continues, colours swaying on the spot, making subtle and obvious figure 8 movements with their hands, audible breathing continues, black velvet curtain is rippling, colours look up at the stars, swaying and hand movements continue, and even though all have been trying to cling to their separate squares, their movements and swaying pull them together like magnets until all are clustered near centre stage.
Pink says, clearly: rules are not the problem; the game's the thing
Red and Blue call out ( making grandiose accompanying gestures in the direction of the audience) mesdames right arm large presentation gesture messieurs left arm large presentation gesture and the gods !! both arms cast upwards toward the audience in a gesture of greeting and adoration.
Green and yellow call out.... the game's the thing ?! the play's the thing.... and then there are many voices, the game's a game, the play's a play, the play's a game, the game's a play.... all the colours are turning and flailing, moving away from centre stage, and then, in a moment of perfect hovering stillness, all call out in one bold proclamation: the game that can be played is not the game that is played....
and then.....
then, as swiftly as it took form, the stillness dissolves, and all colours move into a row, on one square, very close together. There is a sharp intake of breath, and then a trembling held breath as all gaze into the dark audience space, finally exhaling into relaxation and, with the audible exhale, the words, given over as a finishing sigh... is it?
Their heads lean softly onto the shoulder of the next colour, with pink at the end of the line, leaning on her ( or his) own outstretched arm, with its hand turned upwards to the dark... or the stars.


  1. a new kind of writing experiment for me; not one I'd take up without a prompt and so thanks for the push, to Jon at expressivesubjects.

  2. Wow. I would love to see this play put on. There's quite the momentum by the end, like a cascading whirlwind. Lots to think about! :) Thanks, Harlequin.

  3. Derliwall-- thanks to you for your Sunday morning perusal of my modest effort; I am encouraged :)