Clouds Above Manhattan, 2019
Friday, August 30, 2019
Window, Brooklyn Bridge Anchorage, Manhattan, 2019
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Window, Brooklyn Bridge Anchorage, Manhattan, 2019
Thursday, August 29, 2019
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Softly Defused Through my Windshield, Times SQ, 2019
Softly Defused Through my Windshield, Times SQ, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
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GOD, NYC, 2019
GOD, NYC, 2019
Raising A Baby In
An NYC Apartment
Is Like Growing
An Oak Tree
In a Thimble
Playwright Lynn Nottage, Excerpt from Ruined x
Playwright Lynn Nottage, 2010
RUINED
SALIMA:
He called me a filthy dog, and said I tempted them. Why else would it happen? Five months in the bush, passed between the soldiers like a washrag. Used. I was made poison by their fingers, that is what he said. He had no choice but to turn away
Do you know what I was doing on that morning?
I was working in our garden picking the last of the sweet tomatoes. I put Beatrice down in the shade of a Frangipani tree, because my back was giving me some trouble. Forgiven? Where was Fortune? He was in town fetching a new iron pot.
"Go," I said "Go, today man or you won't have dinner tonight!" I had been after him for a new pot for a month. And finally on that day the damn man had to go and get it. A new pot. The sun was about to crest, but I had to put in another hour before it got too hot. It was such a clear and open sky. This splendid bird, a peacock had come into the garden to taunt me, and was showing off its feathers. I stooped down and called to the bird. "Wssht, Wssht." And I felt a shadow cut across my back, and when I stood four men were there over me, smiling, wicked schoolboy smiles. "Yes?" I said. And the tall soldier slammed the butt of his gun into my cheek. Just like that. It was so quick; I didn't even know I'd fallen to the ground. Where did they come from? How could I not have heard them?
One of the soldiers held me down with his foot. He was so heavy, thick like an ox and his boot was cracked and weathered like it had been left out in the rain for weeks. His boot was pressing my chest and the cracks in the leather had the look of drying sorghum. His foot was so heavy and it was all I could see, as the others..."took" me. My baby was crying. She was a good baby. Beatrice never cried, but she was crying, screaming. "Shhh" I said. "Shhh." And right then...
(A moment)
A soldier stomped on her head with his boot. And she was quiet.
(A moment. Salima releases-)
Where was everybody? WHERE WAS EVERYBODY?!
Thursday, August 8, 2019
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Playwright Portrait, Sarah Ruhl, Excerpt from Eurydice x
The Playwright Sarah Ruhl, 2007
copyright Peter Bellamy
copyright Peter Bellamy
EURYDICE
She puts the letter on the ground.
She dips herself in the River.
A small metallic sound of forgetfulness—ping.
The sound of water.
She lies down next to her father, as though asleep.
The sound of an elavator—ding.
Orpheus appears in the elevator.
He sees Eurydice.
He is happy.
The elevator starts raining on Orpheus. He forgets.
He steps out of the elevator.
He sees the letter on the ground.
He picks it up.
He scrutinizes it.
He can’t read it.
He stands on it.
He closes his eyes.
The sound of water.
Then silence.
THE END
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