by Vidya Rajan
A beautiful dinner party, at a long table. Everyone who has been on stage is here now. They’re feasting, drinking, eating, alive. There’s also a figure – who hasn’t been there yet, on one of the corners of the table, their words are in italics. Everyone, including the figure, speaks in high, bright voices – it hardly matters what they say, or who says it. This is chatter, they talk over each other, mini-conversations, cross-purposes, a joyful cacophony. The non-italicised text is from the previous plays, if more text is needed to create the party – it should be taken from previous plays.
— You know, absolutely, this is what I said – you’ve been in the street again – I can see it!
— Oh now that’s an out and out lie!
— It’s not easy to speak,
— Good one, you crack me up!
— Okay, so if I can be serious for one second – truth be told, I was quite worried.
— It’s sad, some of their parents, you know can’t look after them anymore. They need a place to rest.
— I was very worried too. Will it make a difference?
— I mean did you see it? There were thousands! Thousands of kids not going to school
— There’s a real shift in the seasons.
— But I thought maybe, this was the time, and it was worth it.
— Were you on first?
— Shit? What was it called?
— I’ll burn for you – no seriously, that’s what he said. I will burn for you.
— Sometimes it feels like the end.Continue reading “Saturday 8 June (final) – Unmovable Feast”