Sunday, May 29, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
from a play called "The Woods" by David Mamet
NICK: I'll call you.
RUTH: Yeah. Don't.
(Pause.)
I'm sorry.
NICK: Alright.
RUTH: You know. It gets cold.
NICK: Mm.
RUTH: We put clothes on.
NICK: Uh-huh.
RUTH: Yes. I've got to tell you: We put on clothes, we can not make out what we look like.
(Pause.)
We make mistakes. We all get guarded.
(Pause.)
It's very lonely, and we all get desperate to be warm.
We have to find our lovers when it's warm.
We look at people and we see the things they are.
When they are on the Beach, or when they're happy.
(Pause.)
Some things that look like maybe they'd be good for us.
(Pause.)
It gets real cold up here until the fog burns out.
NICK: Mmm.
RUTH: You need insulation.
NICK: Well, we're right up on the Lake.
(Pause.)
RUTH: Yes.
(Pause.)
NICK: We had talked about it at one time.
RUTH: The thing about fish, they stay down there, it makes no difference to them.
NICK: Waves don't make a difference.
RUTH: What?
NICK: The waves don't make a difference.
(Pause.)
They're on the surface, but they don't affect the water underneath.
RUTH: They don't?
NICK: No.
RUTH: Currents, only, right?
(Pause.)
I don't know. I don't know.
Everything gets over.
(Pause.)
You know?
We all try to be very brave. What do you call it when you try not to show anything?
NICK: I don't know.
(Pause.)
RUTH: We all try to be warriors. Or pirates, something. They all used to go to sea and rape the cabin boys. The Vikings.
(Pause.)
The worst part, maybe, is just learning little things.
The things about each other. Other people.
(Pause.)
Like if they play the piano.
Until you have taken care of them when they are sick.
The way their sweat tastes.
(Pause.)
Those are the worst things.
NICK: We could call each other up.
RUTH: Oh, you're so sorry sometimes.
RUTH: Yeah. Don't.
(Pause.)
I'm sorry.
NICK: Alright.
RUTH: You know. It gets cold.
NICK: Mm.
RUTH: We put clothes on.
NICK: Uh-huh.
RUTH: Yes. I've got to tell you: We put on clothes, we can not make out what we look like.
(Pause.)
We make mistakes. We all get guarded.
(Pause.)
It's very lonely, and we all get desperate to be warm.
We have to find our lovers when it's warm.
We look at people and we see the things they are.
When they are on the Beach, or when they're happy.
(Pause.)
Some things that look like maybe they'd be good for us.
(Pause.)
It gets real cold up here until the fog burns out.
NICK: Mmm.
RUTH: You need insulation.
NICK: Well, we're right up on the Lake.
(Pause.)
RUTH: Yes.
(Pause.)
NICK: We had talked about it at one time.
RUTH: The thing about fish, they stay down there, it makes no difference to them.
NICK: Waves don't make a difference.
RUTH: What?
NICK: The waves don't make a difference.
(Pause.)
They're on the surface, but they don't affect the water underneath.
RUTH: They don't?
NICK: No.
RUTH: Currents, only, right?
(Pause.)
I don't know. I don't know.
Everything gets over.
(Pause.)
You know?
We all try to be very brave. What do you call it when you try not to show anything?
NICK: I don't know.
(Pause.)
RUTH: We all try to be warriors. Or pirates, something. They all used to go to sea and rape the cabin boys. The Vikings.
(Pause.)
The worst part, maybe, is just learning little things.
The things about each other. Other people.
(Pause.)
Like if they play the piano.
Until you have taken care of them when they are sick.
The way their sweat tastes.
(Pause.)
Those are the worst things.
NICK: We could call each other up.
RUTH: Oh, you're so sorry sometimes.
Thursday, May 05, 2011
"It is the witching hour!" I cried as we pulled out of the parking garage. It wasn't, but it felt like it, so I said it. My heart and thoughts twirled wildly in me like Peter Pan or one of Shakespeare's faeries.
Sitting on the grass, we spoke through the unlit night of God and looking at waves. There were bugs, but harmless ones, and I didn't mind. On each side of us, studios.
Later, I found myself in a car with three strangers, and I controlled myself not to cry. I was surprised by the way my voice shook and I was glad for the dark and bowed heads as I ran my hands underneath my bottom lashes.
On the way home, I stuck my fingers out of the sun roof in a peace sign to the night. I laughed and crowed.
Sitting on the grass, we spoke through the unlit night of God and looking at waves. There were bugs, but harmless ones, and I didn't mind. On each side of us, studios.
Later, I found myself in a car with three strangers, and I controlled myself not to cry. I was surprised by the way my voice shook and I was glad for the dark and bowed heads as I ran my hands underneath my bottom lashes.
On the way home, I stuck my fingers out of the sun roof in a peace sign to the night. I laughed and crowed.
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