Sunday, May 27, 2018

Playwright Portrait, Neil LaBute, Excerpt from The Mercy Seatx

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The Playwright Neil LaBute, 2008
with Edwin Booth as Hamlet
©pswb 2010

The Mercy Seat

Ben Harcourt: Jesus…you think I was born this way, like some cut-throat pirate of the high seas? Huh? Hell, I’m just trying to muddle through, that’s all, just muddle my fucking way through to middle age, see if I can make it that far. You like trivia so goddamn much, well here’s a little tidbit for ya…I’m faking it. Okay? Totally getting by on fumes. I put my game face on and go out there and I’m scared shitless. (BEAT) I’ve screwed up every step of my life, Abby, I’m not afraid to admit it. Happy to, actually, I am happy to sing it out there for anybody who wants to hear. I always take the easy route, do it faster, simpler, you know, whatever it takes to get it done, be liked, get by. That’s me. Cheated in school, screwed over my friends, took whatever I could get from whomever I could take it from. My marriage, there’s a goddamn fiasco, of which you’re intimately aware. The kids…I barely register as a dad, I’m sure, but compared to the other shit in my life, I’m Doctor-fucking-Spock. No matter what I do or have done, they adore the hell out of me and I’m totally knocked out by that. What kids are like. Yeah… (BEAT) And you, let’s not forget you. Us. Okay, yes, I haven’t done all that I’ve promised, said I’d do, I fuck up along the way. Alright. But I’m trying, this time out--with you, I mean--I have been trying. Don’t know what it looks like, feels to you, but I have made a real go of us and that is not a lie. It isn’t. And sothen, yesterday--through all the smoke and fear and just, I dunno, apocalyptic shit--I see a way for us to go for it, to totally erase the past… (BEAT) And I don’t think it makes me Lucifer or acriminal or some bad man because I noticed it. I really don’t. We’ve been given something here, a chance to…I don’t know what, to wash away a lot of the, just, rotten crap we’ve done. More than anything else, ...that's what this is. a chance. I know it is.

Friday, May 25, 2018

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Playwright Christopher Shinn, 2018

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Playwright Christopher Shinn, 2018
Alvin Johnson/J.M. Kaplan Hall
The New School

Where Do We Live
by Christopher Shinn

Stephen:  And he said, “Ooh, you don’t want to be a caretaker.”
Patricia:  Oh.  Of course.
Stephen:  And I thought -- I mean, the guy’s missing a leg, what?…
Patricia:  Of course you did.
Stephen: And he knew the facts.
Patricia: What are the facts exactly?


Playwright Gracie Gardner, JACK, Brooklyn, 2018

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Playwright Gracie Gardner, 2018

by Gracie Gardner
produced by The Hearth
Director Emma Miller
Cast Julia Greer, Abby Awe and Eva Ravenal

My sister’s the DJ.

That’s so cool!

She sucks. I’m wearing her clothes. I hope she doesn’t see me.

I thought you hated music.

Sure but I love the vibe.

You love the VIBE!? What are you, forty years old?

Oh my god back off!

I think someone stepped on my toe. I think it’s ruined.

Don’t be classist -- this is general admission.