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April 1, 2014
"Quite Beckettesque" (suggester's words), The Remote Fiction Circus by ForgetDeny is a surreal journey in script form.
Featured by neurotype-on-discord
Suggested by Little-Red-Hat
Literature
1420 MHz
He keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:
Yo vivo.
Trabajo.
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Escucho.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears,
Literature
Never mind
I guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if yo
Literature
Enceladus
Is this what it means to be overthrown—
reduced to a mere satellite, a scale
of someone else's might? My scales, my own
heart, are no longer my own, so I ail
beneath the gravity of an immense
mass, like a giant shackled by a god.
I want upheaval, an earthquake, intense
destruction, and I want the world to laud
me as its maker. I want to rage, strike
out, trumpet a whole planet to arms, but
each complete revolution leaves me like
the one before, in just the same place. What
can I do but bide my time, surrender
(for now) to this great system's defender?
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The Remote Fiction Circus is two plays. The first is a standard length play (between one-and-a-half and two-and-a-half hours) for a standard theatrical setting. It has been written with a very large – and very tall – proscenium arch stage in mind, although this is by no means a necessity. The second play is between 8 and 10 hours and requires a more specialised setting. It is necessitous that the audience be comfortably seated (more so than is possible in a conventional theatre), with tables available to groups. Small amounts of noiseless finger-food must be spread throughout the audience at regular intervals, as well as beverages – it is preferable that alcoholic beverages be made available although this must be defined by the venue's licensing. Audience lighting must be present, but only barely enough to allow safe navigation through the seating arrangements. This second play is a group experience more than it is theatre. Both interpretations of this text are as valid as the other.
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This was a intruging read. Your descriptions and stage instructions are practically poetry, and there are several moving speeches here.
Before I read your earlier reply to TProd, I did wonder if you were familiar with the works of Beckett, as this reminded me of Waiting for Godot in some ways.
All in all, a very clever piece. It would certainly be an interesting play to perform and to see performed.