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Musings on creativity from Yorkshire's Gangliest Diabetic Buddhist Theatre Director

Month: July, 2018

The Architect

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Kate comes into the hospital room and puts her bag down heavily on a chair. Karen, fragile and elderly, is asleep in the bed, tubes attached. Subika, in nurse’s uniform, is tidying up. Kate gives her a nod, and picks up one of the many architect plans curled up on side tables. She picks up a pencil and holds it up quizzically.

SUBIKA: (Sofly) She’s been making some alterations.

Kate rolls her eyes. Then moves over to look at Karen.

KATE:   It’s all work, work, work, isn’t it mum?

SUBIKA: She’ll probably be asleep for a while yet.

Subika continues to tidy. Kate stares at Karen.

KATE:   I wish we could have talked. I mean really talked. About music, or books, or feelings. Anything really. Anything other than which firm I was going to join once my apprenticeship was over. Which commissions I was putting in for. Which she was putting in for. One last push for the big signature building that would mean she’d be remembered. Or the breakthrough for me which meant they’d remember her through me. Just once, I’d like to have talked about something else. About you, about me.

SUBIKA: I’ve heard a lot of people talk like that about their parents. But normally after they’ve died. You can still have that conversation.

KATE:   I’m not sure either of us have the energy now.

KAREN’s eyes flicker open.

KAREN: Ah, Kate. How’s the tender for the Shaw House going?

KATE:   Beat. I’m sorry mum, I’ve got to go, just heard – waves phone unconvincingly.

KAREN: Quite right! Go get ‘em.

KATE leaves, avoiding eye contact with Subika.

KAREN: Give me a lift up will you. I’ve got to get this glass wall right for the Bayer Building.pexels-photo-239886.jpeg

End

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Life, But Not As We Know It

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ULRIKE and MUN YI are sitting on some rocks, surrounded by thick primordial soup with a green film on it.

MUN YI:   Seriously though, what were you expecting?

 

ULRIKE:   I don’t know.

 

They stare at the goup.

 

ULRIKE:   It’s just. . .

 

Silence.

 

ULRIKEL:  I don’t know. It was just,.. I thought it would be.. . That we would find. . . Something else.

 

MUN YI:   You thought we’d find Greys didn’t you?

 

Pause.

 

MUN YI:   Come on, you thought we’d find big gangly grey aliens with big heads who’d try and probe you?

 

ULRIKE:   No! No, I was not imagining probing. I just thought we’d have a chat.

 

Silence. The slime pops.

 

MUN YI:   But it is life. We’re not alone! After all this time, life!

 

ULRIKE:   Yeah.

 

Pause

 

ULRIKE:   It’s just. I thought it might have the answers for us.

 

MUN YI:   What answers?

 

ULRIKE:   You know, the answers to the big questions.

 

MUN YI:   What, the answer to life, the universe and everything?

 

ULRIKE:   Fuck off.

 

MUN YI:   Well then?

 

ULRIKE:   Just, how we could be better. How we could stop making such a fucking mess of it all.

 

MUN YI:   And what might they say?

 

ULRIKE:   Like, love one another, treasure your precious little planet, grow up and stop squabbling. That kind of thing.

 

MUN YI:   But we already know all of that, don’t we?

 

ULRIKE:   Yeah. I suppose.

 

MUN YI:   We already know that that’s the answer, right?

 

ULRIKE:   Yeah.

 

MUN YI:   But we don’t do it do we?

 

ULRIKE:   No.

 

MUN YI:   So, why would we do it if a gangly grey alien with a big head told us to do it? In fact, if a gangly grey alien with a big head turned up and told us to all love each other and treasure our precious little planet, grow up and stop squabbling, what would we do?

 

ULRIKE:   We’d tell it to fuck off?

 

MUN YI:   And?

 

ULRIKE:   We’d nuke the fucker.

 

MUN YI:   We would nuke the fucker.

 

ULRIKE:   So it’s probably just as well, I guess.

 

MUN YI:   I guess so. Pause. And what have we learnt from this particular alien, the small green gloopy one?

 

Silence.

 

The slime goes pop.

 

ULRIKE:   (Puts her finger in her mouth and pops it.)

 

MUN YI:   (Nods. Puts her finger in her mouth and pops it.)

 

Silence.

 

The slime goes pop.

ULRIKE and MUN YI are sitting on some rocks, surrounded by thick primordial soup with a green film on it. 

MUN YI:   Seriously though, what were you expecting? 

ULRIKE:   I don’t know.

They stare at the goop. 

ULRIKE:   It’s just. . .

Silence.

ULRIKEL:  I don’t know. It was just,.. I thought it would be.. . That we would find. . . Something else.

MUN YI:   You thought we’d find Greys didn’t you?

Pause.

MUN YI:   Come on, you thought we’d find big gangly grey aliens with big heads who’d try and probe you? 

ULRIKE:   No! No, I was not imagining probing. I just thought we’d have a chat.

Silence. The slime pops.

MUN YI:   But it is life. We’re not alone! After all this time, life!

ULRIKE:   Yeah.

Pause

ULRIKE:   It’s just. I thought it might have the answers for us.

MUN YI:   What answers?

ULRIKE:   You know, the answers to the big questions.

MUN YI:   What, the answer to life, the universe and everything? 

ULRIKE:   Fuck off.

MUN YI:   Well then?

ULRIKE:   Just, how we could be better. How we could stop making such a fucking mess of it all.

MUN YI:   And what might they say?

ULRIKE:   Like, love one another, treasure your precious little planet, grow up and stop squabbling. That kind of thing.

MUN YI:   But we already know all of that, don’t we?

ULRIKE:   Yeah. I suppose.

MUN YI:   We already know that that’s the answer, right?

ULRIKE:   Yeah.

MUN YI:   But we don’t do it do we?

ULRIKE:   No.

MUN YI:   So, why would we do it if a gangly grey alien with a big head told us to do it? In fact, if a gangly grey alien with a big head turned up and told us to all love each other and treasure our precious little planet, grow up and stop squabbling, what would we do?

ULRIKE:   We’d tell it to fuck off?

MUN YI:   And?

ULRIKE:   We’d nuke the fucker.

MUN YI:   We would nuke the fucker.

ULRIKE:   So it’s probably just as well, I guess.

MUN YI:   I guess so. Pause. And what have we learnt from this particular alien, the small green gloopy one?

Silence.

The slime goes pop.

ULRIKE:   (Puts her finger in her mouth and pops it.)

MUN YI:   (Nods. Puts her finger in her mouth and pops it.)

Silence.

The slime goes pop.