Red, Black and Ignorant

Okay so we have this drama project and we were given an exerpt from a script to work with, and i really enjoyed it so i am going to post it for you all to read. Its from the play Red, Black, and Ignorant ...i dont know the rest of the play, but based on this piece its promising:


MONSTER:


Alone of creatures we know that we pass between birth and death.
And wish to teach each new mind to be as profound as a crystal ocean through which we may see the ocean bed and from shore to shore.

We speak of our children before they are born.
Carry them before we can hold them.
Fold their clothes and lay their beds before they can eat.
For them we build streets before they can walk.
And guard them from sickness before they can draw breath.
For three seasons they grow in the womb while the world may age ten thousand years.
When they are born the hands of mechanics, housekeepers, masons, pilots, designers, administrators, drivers, gardeners, are held together to recieve them.
No exiled hero could return to a land more welcoming.
No president be received into office with such preperation.
No victor be greeted with so much joy.
We should not wonder that in the past children though the world was watched over by gods.

But now we kill them.

the MOTHER comes on

MOTHER:

In the past there were survivors to tell that suddenly the world became a place of toys.
A huge red ball inflated the sky.
Houses shook as dolls' houses shake when they're carried by children.
Small things became big and big things vanished.
Many reported that the cloud glowed like a bonfire.
And that the wounded babbled in the strange toungues spoken by children when they pretend to be foreigners.

I did not see or hear these things
I sat alone in my room
That morning the child had moved in my womb as if it wanted to run away from the world.
Through the womb's walls it had felt the world's fear.
Now my head was bent ad i listened
I was so intent i did not hear the explosions and passed into death without knowing.
My body's spasm crushed the child
My flesh burst open and threw him into the furnace of my burning house.

The MONSTER sits on the bench beside his mother

MONSTER:

When the rockets destroyed the world everything whistled
Mouths of medicine bottles and whiskey bottles
Cornices of law courts and office blocks
Cracks in rocks
Whistled in derision
As the tyres stoppes screeching the winds whistled in the broken windows
Doors and wheelchairs - some empty, others carrying sick and maimed - whistled as they flew high over the great plains
The mountains whistled
The last breaths whistled from dead mouths
And as the flesh burned from faces the skulls whistled
Surfaces too soft to whistle burned and the fires whistled
The heart leapt like a bird in its burning cage and the ribs whistled
The earth whistled in derision
In final derision at the lord of creation
In derision derision
That drowned the sounds of explosions and the last screams of the world's masters
The whole earth whistled in derision at the lord of creation

MOTHER:This is the child my womb threw into the fire




WOAH!!!hey? its all like WTF, but in a good way. Liz,out.