PLAY #4: Getting By
There are two men on stage, standing very close to one another, as if they were on a crowded bus.
ESTRAGON (to the other man): “Are you trying to get by?”
OREGON: “Yes.”
ESTRAGON: “What do you do to get by?”
OREGON: “Nothing. I ask you to move. ”
Estragon moves slightly
OREGON: “See, I’m getting by now!”
ESTRAGON: “What’s it like?”
OREGON: “Getting by, you mean?”
ESTRAGON: “Yes.”
OREGON: “It feels much the same as before I got by.”
ESTRAGON: “Why bother then?”
OREGON: “Oh I don’t know. It’s another place to stand. A new viewpoint.”
ESTRAGON: “Maybe I’ll try getting by without you.”
OREGON: “Can you do that? Well, I suppose it’ll be easier than before.”
ESTRAGON (moving slightly): “Yes, I’m getting by fine now.”
PLAY #3: ONE SIDE
Scene: a living room, early evening
WIFE: “I’m ready to go.”
HUSBAND: “I can’t seem to move my left arm. It’s as heavy as lead.
WIFE: “What about your right?”
HUSBAND: “As light as cloud.”
WIFE: “How could this have happened?”
HUSBAND: “It must be that therapist I’ve been seeing.”
WIFE: “Doctor Atlas?”
HUSBAND: “Yes. He told me to put all my troubles to one side.”
WIFE: “And you chose….?
HUSBAND: “The left side, yes.”
WIFE: “You’re being a bit literal, aren’t you?”
HUSBAND: “Bodies ARE literal.”
(curtain)
Play #2: GOLDEN AIR
Sunlight floods the stage.
DARK POLLUTED MAN: “What is this golden air?”
RADIANT LITTLE GIRL: “It’s what we use for money.”
A bird lands on her upraised palm
BIRD: “You can’t fly through it.”
RADIANT LITTLE GIRL: “You have to cut it into cubes and stack it like bricks.”
DARK POLLUTED MAN (to bird): “Light is too hard.”
BIRD (to the Dark Polluted Man): “Yes, too hard.”
(curtain)
Play #1: Conic Section
There is a large metal cone on stage.
Two men, the sculptor and a gallery-goer,
stand on each side of it, both on tiptoes in
order to see one another.
Gallery-goer (pointing at the cone): “It doesn’t seem enough.”
Sculptor: “No, it’s enough. Actually, it’s too much.”
Gallery-goer: “How do you mean?”
Sculptor: “My wife and two children are under there. And my dog,”
The dog barks. They both gaze balefully at the cone.
(curtain)
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