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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Playwright Portrait, Adam Bock, Excerpt from The Typographer's Dream
The Playwright Adam Bock 2006copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
From The Typographer's Dream.
MARGARET
The typographer’s dream: Ink on paper.
To typeset a book. To have a civilized deadline. To work at a slower pace. Oh. To see the metal type kiss the paper. To use quality ink on archival acid-free paper. To have time stop.
Pause.
I’ve got a book that was printed in the seventeen century. It’s still good.
publications:
FIVE FLIGHTS and SWIMMING IN THE SHALLOWS have been published and are available at www.playscripts.com/author.php3?authorid=308
Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Playwright Portrait, Milan Stitt, Excerpt from The Runner Stumbles

Playwright Milan Stitt (February 9, 1941 – March 12, 2009
circa 2006
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
THE RUNNER STUMBLES
(excerpt)
circa 2006
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
THE RUNNER STUMBLES
(excerpt)
RIVARD: Loneliness is not contagious, you know, yet people stand by and
willingly watch others suffer as if they were afraid they'll catch it
by intervening. It makes me wonder if we are naturally cruel. Something,
here, inside, makes us, unlike God, revel in misery.
willingly watch others suffer as if they were afraid they'll catch it
by intervening. It makes me wonder if we are naturally cruel. Something,
here, inside, makes us, unlike God, revel in misery.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Playwright Portrait, Desi Moreno-Penson, Excerpt from GHOST LIGHT
2009 copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
from GHOST LIGHT
BRIAN
(angry outburst) I can be one charming motherfucker when I want, alright?
People like me
They like working with me
They like drinking with me.
Playing poker...they say to my face, “Gee, Brian—you’re such a cool guy,” and then they go to my wife and tell her she’s lucky
LUCKY to have a husband who’s not ‘out there’ doing what every other married man is doing
Looking for other women
Looking for strange.
Just looking to get away with all kinds of shit.
NATALIE
So, you’re a liar.
BRIAN
I have issues with fidelity.
NATALIE
You’re a hypocrite.
BRIAN
(he’s had it) I’M AN ARTIST! And if I said I’d produce one of your fucking plays you’d grab your cell phone so goddamn fast and call your husband so he could come down and watch you SUCK MY COCK.
from GHOST LIGHT
BRIAN
(angry outburst) I can be one charming motherfucker when I want, alright?
People like me
They like working with me
They like drinking with me.
Playing poker...they say to my face, “Gee, Brian—you’re such a cool guy,” and then they go to my wife and tell her she’s lucky
LUCKY to have a husband who’s not ‘out there’ doing what every other married man is doing
Looking for other women
Looking for strange.
Just looking to get away with all kinds of shit.
NATALIE
So, you’re a liar.
BRIAN
I have issues with fidelity.
NATALIE
You’re a hypocrite.
BRIAN
(he’s had it) I’M AN ARTIST! And if I said I’d produce one of your fucking plays you’d grab your cell phone so goddamn fast and call your husband so he could come down and watch you SUCK MY COCK.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Playwright Portrait, Ryan Holsopple Excerpt, in 31Down's METRONOMA

Ryan Holsopple as Robert Bloch in 31Down's METRONOMA written and directed by Ryan Holsopple
Richard Forman's Incubator series summer 2006
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
"I knew the time had come for me to go to that hideous house of death…I knew that I was going to meet Lovecraft for the first time…I was prepared to do what he told me to do, his orders on the page became clear to me…And I was ready for the first and last encounter with my one idol…So I left my hotel for good, and made my way through the quiet, peaceful streets of Arkham, Mass, but I wasn’t alone…the light footsteps of a young child seemed to follow me where ever I went…"
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Playwright Portrait, Daniel Reitz, Excerpt, Perfect Evening

Playwright Daniel Reitz 2007
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
copyright Peter Bellamy 2010
CLARK
Then one night, he called me into his office. He and a hustler took turns fucking me, and when they were done he sent the kid home in a company car and had me sign a prepared resignation letter. I was getting in the way at work – he’d be sitting through a partners’ meeting and looking through the plate glass, and fantasize putting me through it.
Normal life does intrude every now and then. I asked him not to hit my face for a while, at least not until I’m back from seeing my mother in Connecticut. He made me beg him not to, but the truth is, I think he’s getting tired. It takes a lot out of him. Lately he’s been farming me out. Last Saturday night he made me blow a homeless guy in the Jersey Path station.
I mean, he says he won’t rest until I’m on life support, but … fundamentally, though? He’s a very … you’ll laugh. Humane person. Civilized.
-- From Perfect Evening
by Daniel Reitz
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