31 PLAYS IN 31 DAYS: Play21, Day 21 – K is for Kreative
LIGHTS UP on K, holding a microphone linked
to a lap-top computer. There’s a candle.
So I came to the conclusion that my life was a sham. There was nothing to be done about it. Everyone’s life is a sham. We pretend to be happy, to be sad, pull long faces or pleasant smiles as society requires. There’s nothing to be done about it.
K manipulates the computer with a mouse.
Came-came-came con-con-clusion life-sham-life-sham. Nothing-nothing-nothing-nothing to be done. Shabby-happy, shab-sad. Nothing-nothing-nothing to be done. Pull long faces, pull-pleasant smiles. Society requires. There’s nothing-nothing-nothing to be done.
K manipulates the computer again. We get hip-hop
boom box under this poetry.
K manipulates the computer. We hear the same lyric,
now as if recorded under a blues guitar riff, real bayou.
The lyrics may even vary, they may be the same, but
overall there’s a sense of mutability, of maliability.
K plays one more. It is techno-sounding one.
K shakes his head. He is not pleased.
K manipulates the computer. We hear the blues guitar riff.
It’s really more of a guitar riff.
K picks up an electric guitar, plays that riff live.
Lights a cigarette from the candle. Plays.
Naw, it’s really more of a novel.
K takes out a spoon, begins cooking over the candle.
Or a poem.
K takes out a kit: hypodermic needle and syringe.
Or a movie.
K places his cigarette in an ashtray, focusing his attention on the heroin.
Or maybe a musical.
BLACKOUT. END OF PLAY.