OUTCAST
by
Saviana Stănescu
(a
text to be performed)
translated
and adapted by Alina Nelega and Saviana
Stănescu
A
railway depot – narrow rails. Gate opened towards engine turner. Inside the
depot, three young men (YM1, YM2, YM3)
dressed up, with mobiles, shining hair and sunglasses. Three young
businesswomen (YBW1, YBW2, YBW3): sexy, high heeled shoes, sunglasses, trendy
haircuts, mobile phones.
YM1:
hello
YM2:
hello
YM3:
hello
YBW1:
wake up take your shower get dressed
YBW2:
drink your coffee eat your egg
YBW3:
boiled check your purse have you got
YM1:
all you need do you have
YM2:
tram tickets do you have
YM3:
car keys i.
YBW3:
d. wallet shopping
YM3:
list get going
YBW1:
get going
YBW3:
get going
YM1:
get going
ALL:
get going
YBW3:
boss will promote you you
YM3:
were up early dedicated
YM3:
motivated dilligently for
YBW1:
the company you’ve made
YBW2:
heaps of money you were
YM1:
very astute you haven’t
YM2:
gossiped you haven’t
YM1:
talked small you haven’t set up schemes
YM3:
for anyone to be fired or hired
not
obedient but polite
YM2:
respectful sympathetic with superiors not
dictatorial
imoral amoral with
YBW1:
inferiors you may go
happily
home you have accomplished
your
duty don’t forget to
YM1:
buy what your husband wife mother father told you
the
refrigerator must always
have
what it needs
YM3:
you can be devoted to the fridge
until
you refrigerate
ALL:
your drives thoughts temptations
YBW2:
now you have rested awhile you have recovered
it’s
high time you exchanged lines with your
husband
wife mother father
YBW3:
you can have intercourse
YM1:
with the first two but with the other two you ought to
ALL:
help bear with accept
YBW3:
advice and then of course do not forget do not neglect
YM3:
with its large friendly familiar
screen
theTV do not forget do not neglect
ALL:
the stove the iron the washing machine
the
electric grinder the lamp the music box
the
heater the remote control the moskito protecter the phone
ALL:
hello hello hello hello helloooo helllllo…
They all turn around and take out of their pockets
small pens and notebooks to tick in. They wear numbers on their backs: 12, 198,
36, 9, 74, 205. SHE-ONE's voice, coming from the loudspeakers, will run the
bingo game.
THE VOICE: start
(specific lottery noise)
(As ordered, all start
running without advancing)
THE VOICE: exaggerated 73
(specific lottery noise) eye-sore 43 (specific lottery noise) brutal 20
(specific lottery noise) euphoric 87 (specific lottery noise) looney 33
(specific lottery noise) pathological 66 (specific lottery noise) energetic 22
(specific lottery noise) improbable imposible 72 (specific lottery noise)
flirty 50 (specific lottery noise) unique proud sexbomb lovophiliac lovophobiac
mythomaniac 50 51 60 77 southern temperamental unique proud cranky
sooperdooper! (lottery) one of a kind!
ALL: BINGO
The lights of the small
engine turn on, from across the engine turner which rotates slowly, as handled
by HE-ONE and HE-ANOTHER-ONE. On the turner - SHE-ONE and SHE-ANOTHER-ONE.
SHE-ONE is dressed in a garment suggesting a cage, bears on her shoulders
puppet-children in small cages (network bags). SHE-ANOTHER-ONE wears a dress
made of covers and pages of the poetry book OUTCAST by Saviana Stãnescu. Books
and book leaves mark her identity. The steam engine starts moving slowly. The
six young men and business women proceed towards the turner picking up on their
way, from between the rails, a bag of cabbage, a bag of carrots, green lettuce,
flowers. They perform a dance of temptation, growly luring the two women into
the depot. They go in, followed by HE-ONE, dressed in a body, his hips
underlined by a triangle of belts, similar to the ones used by climbers,
delineating his genitals. Around his waist, a whip. His shoulders are
oversized, like those of American Football players. HE-ANOTHER-ONE carries his
marionettes (maybe ten of them) around his waist, shoulders, wrists, neck. They
all go into the depot, SHE-ONE and SHE-ANOTHER-ONE leading the group.
SHE-ONE is creeping towards the rails,
SHE - ANOTHER-ONE climbs up the foot-bridge, scattering poetry pages. The six
young men and young business women close the gate in front of the engine,
whispering in crescendo"run, run, run, run,run..." On the gate
costume elements and props are hanged. The young business women put on long
plaited wigs. SHE-ONE has reached the rails.
The mourners and the
HUNTSMEN threateningly step towards her. SHE-ONE tries to keep them at a
distance.
THE MOURNERS&THE
HUNTSMEN:
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
and breasts and hands and
genitals
and regards and secrets
let us mourn the one
who runs run
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun
run daughter of the one
who
used to run those past
years treading
on our words
on our tears
we drain our thoughts
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
on the one who
runs swims rows
in our tears
SHE-ONE: awd augh aush
aulp oup out
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: cast
SHE-ONE: oust ough ouw
oub ouk out
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: cast
THE MOURNERS&THE
HUNTSMEN (picking up the pages shed by SHE-ANOTHER-ONE)
oooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
ooouuuggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwww
What does it write on
that
but what
what does it write on
that
swatch
SHE-ONE: That I robbed I
lied I killed
I cussed I fornicated I
for
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: much too
often hosted patches
in the guest room
of my brain
I for much too often
believed
believed that I saw
HE-ONE (picking up a
blindman's pair of glasses from among the gate objects):
I see her
in the cage tearing off
her thousand bars I see
her
enraged and gnawing
at the iron until her
body
barred fades away
scatters away
she leniently singing
collects the pieces building
a cage
I throw at her stones
coins candies my eyes
she
does not turn around
finishing the completeness of that stark
naked body
afterwards clothing it
with her name
I
seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
her
SHE-ONE: among those bars
of the cage where we
spent our childhood
a cage hanging
from my mother's navel
rocking me bang-bang
to the cage bars
of my body
I have turned into woman
feeling
how my ribs were
springing out
those ribs
I had heard them
saying they weren't
really mine
albeit mine
grew up one day springing
out
from under my skin
I found myself suddenly
imprisoned
in a rib cage
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: (hiding
his hands in his sleeves)
cast off your self
in my speaking arms that
abide
a cage a lockup
I have taught them to
speak and they speak
my fingers Arab
story-tellers
would whisper on your
shoulder
would whistle on your
womb
my arms would scream
blowing up
nearby your genitals
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: what a
happy family
the heaven seemed
a golliwogg-paradise of
thousands of million of singing
cages humming
I don't remember the
SHE-ONE the one
I used to inhabit before
I was born
and now
I can hardly move nailed
in the air recomposed
of cage bars
THE MOURNERS&THE
HUNTSMEN:
what's this
what is this
a cage a woman a
ohohohohohohohohoho
a cage a woman a
ohohohohohohohohoho
They
step forward to the Mourners who put on huge breasts. The HUNTSMEN catch them
by their braids and work them as if they were dogs, hunting SHE-ONE. HE-ONE
leads the hunt with the whip he has uncoiled from around his waist.
THE
HUNTSMEN: we have cornered we have smelled
THE
MOURNERS: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
THE
HUNTSMEN: the prey the prey is near
THE
MOURNERS: ohohohohohohohohoho
THE
HUNTSMEN: we are catching her we are
THE
MOURNERS: uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
THE
HUNTSMEN: making gloves of her skin
and
rubber women
of
her thoughts we make ourselves
forest-flavour
condoms
THE
MOURNERS: ohohohohohohohohoho
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE:
who might have shoed her tits
the
prey’s named woman’s tits
who
might have let her out
of
the cage
THE
HUNTSMEN (laughing): run prey called woman
run
treading on our milk
on
our tears
THE
MOURNERS: Ruuuuuuuuun Ruuuuuuuuuuuuun Ruuuuuuuuuuuun
SHE-ONE:
oust ough ouw oub ouk out-
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: cast
by
us gentlemen
HE-ONE:
that night when
we
woke up with our brains aroused
and
genitals boiling
HE-ANOTHER-ONE:
boiling of ideas we cast that woman
gentlemen
from
her forehead to her heels
we
are familiar with
every
square inch of that body written big written hard
HE-ONE:
gentlemen
HE-ANOTHER-ONE:
let us dispose of her
the
witness of the night when our brains saw
orgasms
and our genitals saw ideas
HE-ONE:
let us wall her in kill her close her up
HE-ANOTHER-ONE:
in a large secure confortable cozy cage
we
will take her out daily
in
the morning at noon and in the evening
we
will write her body when we have
the
mood obligation inspiration
HE-ONE:
we will read her when we have
time
need mood
HE-ONE
and HE-ANOTHER-ONE:
we
will love her gentlemen
and
respect her
THE MOURNERS&THE
HUNTSMEN:
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho
the titty prey is good
to bear living puppies to
deliver
and feed them with her
milk
a good lot prey oh a good
lot prey
ohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoho
They hunt SHE-ONE who
reaches under SHE-ANOTHER-ONE. SHE-ANOTHER-ONE sheds written leaves of paper.
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: the woman
we wrote laid eggs
gentlemen she laid an egg
the Egg
is also written upon in a
strange language
weird letters running on
the shell have stopped
coagulating
HE-ONE: what might that
be gentlemen
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: do
analyze thoroughly
study decipher
the mystery
SHE-ONE: my belly's
growing day by day (her belly grows)
I will soon deliver
another cub in a cage
if it is a he it will
leave
very soon hunting
if it is a she it will be
rocked bang bang in the
cage
tightly knotted to my
navel
what else can I do
but rock it until it
crawls stands up takes a step
runs
HE-ANOTHER-ONE delivers
the puppets to the Mourners who manipulate them, while HE-ONE marks the seconds
slashing his whip.
THE MOURNERS: what's the
lady doing we do not understand where
is the lady running she
has been cast off has been punished has been
wicked and ugly has been
good and beautiful
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: tell me
the story
how you boiled her in
your venom
how you wiped her with
your sap drained in
the milk colander
milk and biscuits
tell me
THE MOURNERS: she was
unfaithful she
lied she stole she beat
her children she gave
them away god forbid she
murdered them she cussed
them she oppressed them
she weighed them she
unjustly punished them
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: tell me
how you belly-danced
fluttering
your umbilical cords
above
your heads how you
rejoiced
and crushed your mothers'
placentas
on the motley cement
THE MOURNERS: she smoked
she grumbled she spoke
dirty she swore she cried
she spoke when not asked
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: you
gathered your cries in small bundles
and started
she would not stop you
and gave you names
tell me
how you used to receive
your name like a bullet
and wriggled crying
moooooooooother
THE MOURNERS: however
surely
madam hasn't been good
In the cage - black box
puppets are played: SHE-ONE in the cage, staggering, SHE-ONE, on the floor,
crawling. HE-ONE swishing his whip, the monster shows up (TUCA), a huge puppet
with lots of breasts and a phallus, representing the sexuality -totem, handled
by HE-ANOTHER-ONE.
HE-ONE: what monster
what's this who's this
SHE-ONE: what monster
what's this who's this
ALL(taking turns): what monster what's this
who's this
TUCA: what an ordeal ooh
I was shouting
I had caught my tit me
too
I was ululating not
knowing which
of the heap was mine
mine tuca tuca
I only worked for a day
I saw the final results
forgive oh god
SHE-ONE: god help us
on every breast
a woman's name
TUCA: hey you
come on move
mimi ada joanna maria
nicolette mara anastasia
diane zoe alina
michaela anna christianne
annabelle justine carmen
lucrece hanna raluca
simone magdalene and
whoever might have left
her tit there
out out out
SHE-ONE: ust ough ouw oub
ouk
TUCA: out
SHE-ONE: awd aurhg aush
aulp
TUCA: out
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: cast
During this scene, the
others have made out of cabbage, carrots, flowers etc. the TUCA portrait nailed
on the gate, so that the character
be recognizable.
SHE-ONE: ladies and
gentlemen your honor
brave spectators
honorable audience
father brother mother
babies
have mercy god
TUCA: disappear satan
give me the mike and I
will confess
ALL: bri bre bra bro bru
HUNTSMAN: do not give her
the microphone mister
don't you dare to receive
her words
strange ill-eyed words
her smell knotted instead
of a tie
has left on your body
ALL: cri cre cra cro cru
THE MOURNERS: give her
the mike mister let her speak
let the woman shout and
slash
halter are her words
to you
A MOURNER: farrrrrow
A MOURNER: we know
that you will swallow
her words
like farrow
ALL: dri dre dra dro dru
A HUNTSMAN: I am asking
for permission am asking
excuse me let me please
shouuuuuuuuuuuuuuut
SHE-ONE begins to
distribute knives, while SHE-ANOTHER-ONE distributes paper bags made of the
OUTCAST poetry book.
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE:
gentlemen you have here
wrapped in paper bags
coming from shops magazine
littéraire litterraire
you have here
well wrapped
one piece of heart
suffering from
a slight mistral astral
surreal
boreal
stenosis
all-size
all-taste
bones
my vertebras gentlemen
my lungs one by one
seraphic traviatic
exquisite in small
caskets the eyes
very suitable as gems
for rings
please gentlemen
touch my vocal
chords interpret
put your hand
on the three
somewhat erotic objects
I sold them
for nothing to a sex-shop
they even exhibited them
in the window
that's it
gentlemen we can start
the auction
The slaughter begins and
the devouring of the Tuca totem. The real Tuca disappears in the dark,
HE-ANOTHER-ONE reappears.
ALL: fri fre fra fro fru
HE-ONE: I would be
interested
in the heart but only in
conditions
of absolute hygene but I
can see
on it the blots of
letters
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: but she
told you
a letter might have got
stuck
a word a phrase an
essay be happy
you read it for free
oui
SHE-ONE: non
by my heart gentlemen
it is the story of my
life out out
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: cast
letters callosities
on the back of my skin
until
my heart a magnet said
come
and alligned them in
words
HUNTSMAN: I bid 1000
HUNTSMAN: 1200
THE MOURNERS: twoooooooo
thousaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand
HUNTSMAN: three
SHE-ONE: three once
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: three
twice
HE-ONE plus
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: three thrice
ALL: bingo (they eat the
slaughtered pieces)
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: the court
sentences
this woman because she
sold her body for nothing
HE-ONE: her heart for
three thousand
in public auction
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: she will
be therefore tied up
with her own veins and
tendons
and mailed
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: vade
retro satana
SHE-ONE: have mercy
They are being tied
together with their own veins and tendons. All the others throw coal lumps at
them, resulting in a small heap at their feet.
HE-ONE: farther and
farther
without any right to come
back
never
ever
SHE-ONE: where do you go
daughter
of hers where do you cast
your cries like pebbles
to mark
your road back where
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: I'm
touring the desert in eighty lives I dig
holes every mile
I bury myself I bury
myself
And shout my obituary
ALL: she was a greaaaaat
giiiiiiiiiiirl
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: when I
shout when I laugh when I sing when I
pray when I cry
I am very careful not to
secrete many tears I'm so
afraid
not to turn the desert
green
too green
SHE-ONE: when you left
daughter
of a rib come off after
the first
surgical failure of the
world afterwards
the ill Adameveeeeeeee
Adameveeeeeeee were both
delivered and let to
deliver from time to time
seeds
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: how dare
you daughter
of hers to spread off
your shadows shaped as
stairs to climb to reach
his shadow unmoved
SHE-ONE: he himself
has spread has shed his
shadow
shaped as a heart
so that we cannot tell
our bodies apart
HE-ONE: who are you
shadow
of hers what you have
what shapes what contours
what faces
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: shaped as
the hands united
for praying
The steam engine appears,
puffing and sliding forward slowly. The Mourners and the HUNTSMEN gather
progressively around the two who try to escape them. They all have spades and
will load the coal in the engine tub.
THE HUNTSMEN: it has been
done before
it has been seen
it has been tried before
it has become ordinary
corny
thorny
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: still
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE:
uselessly - the key is there
the poet skimming through
depths uselessly
THE MOURNERS: it's become
a mannerism
it's repeating itself
it’s selfplagiarizing
it’s failing it’s failed
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: in fact
it has never been
They push the two towards
the rails, the steam engine slowly approaching.
SHE-ONE: you poet I'd eat
your pen
where are you darlingish
where are you
strolleringish where have
you
hidden meinschatz
HE-ONE: under your shadow
I have made
my bed my mattress I have
used your breasts as springs for
my body's summersaults in
your body's net
THE HUNTSMEN: erotic
neurotic
despotic
chaotic
THE MOURNERS: sexualizing
commercializing
abracadabrizing
delirizing
fascinizing
HE-ONE: how interestizing
I mean the net of her
body
as a net for his body
I mean his aspiration for
the absolute
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: you poet
thrust me
in the lap of your latest
alliteration shall I
suck your oxymoron drink
your analects
tickle your paralax oh
it chokes me
your sweet tender dear
synecdoche
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: Oh,
Archilocus and Asklepiod
I am a a god
in your caste hand of
pure virgin child
I am your plasticine god
– wild!
THE MOURNERS: bleaaah
THE HUNTSMEN: yeaaaah
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE: sonny
Hey you ball
of plasticine
have you forgotten
I'm a virgin?
They push them more and
more towards the steam engine. SHE-ANOTHER-ONE climbs on the coal tub. They all
throw coal into the tub.
THE HUNTSMEN:
satisfaction
action
contraction
contraption
contraception
perfection
THE MOURNERS: uselessly
skimming through depths
mud butterflies
kill
the Poet
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
of Poet you have gone
and I had told you
not to go near the depths
three people died last
summer
sisterrrrr motheeerrrrr
HE-ANOTHER-ONE: depths skimming
through
mud butterflies uselessly
kill
the Poet
HE-ONE: oh please woman
well-perspired
with thatched pores
all over your body
I am reborn and coming
back
with my sling
of butterflies wing
that we will use
in kitchen in bathroom in
hall in
stead of brittlestone and gritstone
what do you say
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE (rising
from the tub): DA
The engine goes away
backwards, carrying her out of the depot.
THE VOICE OF
SHE-ANOTHER-ONE (covering the lottery noise):
muse (lottery
andaluse(lottery)
urmuse(lottery)
frenchuse(lottery)
confuse(lottery)
lawnuse(lottery)
suckeruse(lottery)
farfuse(lottery)
ALL: bingo
SHE-ONE: (flanked by
HE-ONE and HE-ANOTHER-ONE who push her up the cage-foot bridge, burdening her,
burying her under the puppet-children and phaluses until they nullify her and
only her voice is heard)
tell me the story
tell me
how you rushed
how she smelled you
choking with the stink
and you
what were you doing
you were sousing
in her dreams
you were nudging and
aligning
on her vessels
to the heart to the
heart
tell me
how she groaned itching
and you
barbarians were playfully
competing
in her left breast
you were sliding on the
chute
to the heart to
the heart
tell me the story how
green stallion studs were
abiding her
down there under the
belly
oh how they were rushing
and biting
your neck your eye lids
how you all died haunting
her
hunting her soul
and she the haunted
is today even
still looking for you…
END (?)
