This is a response to Richard Foreman’s inimitable material, and the description of his own work as a "polyphonic theater in which all elements work to fragment each other so that the spectator is relatively free from empathy and identification and instead may savor the full 'playfulness' of theatrical elements, even though the subject matter of these plays is anguished and aggressive in the extreme. My goal has always been to transcend very 'painful' material with the dance of manic theatricality."

The text is pre-workshop/experiment phase.

The working title is: “Ding Ding Vrooom”

Balcony. Fourth Floor. Crisp morning detangles the profile of buildings in a cosmopolitan location.

Voice Over:

Green. Bunched green reminds me of a place I used to seek.

Greenlandia.

Buzz. Vroom.

Earth clean.

Fly

Fly

Fluke 

Flukenspilen.

One. Two. Three, Four. Five.

Six.

1 2 3 4 5 6

Ring.

Inside a room, dimly lit by a small window, the room of expired childhood.

Tania: Who’s hiding in the dark?

Stan: It’s me, who else could it be?

Tania: Who’s in bed with you?

Stan: Sam.

In front of a restaurant with white clothed tables. The street reverberates fragments of their words,

James: I’ve told you not to ask me that.

Marge: Let me go, let me go, let me…(screams)goooooo….

James: I’ve told you to never, ever ask me that.  Do you get it? Do you hear

me? Do you?

From a window:

Stan: What’s going on down there?

From down the street:

Tania: Everything is under control.

Marge: Police! Police!

Cop. Jake: What’s up?

James: She asked me what kind of wine I want with my desert.  I told her and

she knows

not to ask that.  She asked for it.

(On the phone in a green house filled with exotic plants) She asked me what kind of wine I want with my desert.  I told

her and she knows not to ask that.  She asked for it.

Hansel and Gretel: Oh, sweetie.

Gretel: We are so glad we could bail you out.

Stan: What’s going on down there?

Tania: I am so sorry.  I didn’t really know. Otherwise, I would have helped.

James: It’s all right.

On a dirt road, wet dirt road. The light is glued to the water filled footmarks.

Tania: Where is she?

Manna: Exactly where she fell?

Tania: Where?

Manna: Over there!

Tania: That one?

Manna: This one? (A pile of long golden hair, shimmering like the Golden

Fleece) 

Tania: In one piece

Manna: In two, in three, in four

Tania: Gold, her hair there.

Manna: It’s wet.

Tania: Often she would hide in her closet and scream: “What have I done? I

have ruined my life”

Manna: I’ll make only these and I’ll leave the rest for her, so she would

have the pleasure of making a few. When she comes back.

Ding Dong. Ding Ding. Vroooom.

Tania: The cloud glides on the surface of the water and I can see the subtle

passing of time.

Manna: I wonder why the jasmine does not like it here?

Tania: It might be too high for her.

Ding-dong.  Vrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuummmmm.

James: Thank you so much for doing this for me.

Hansel: The sun is burning the back of my head.

Gretel: (Washes the toilet. Washes her hands.  Wipes them with the towel.

Hansel: (while Gretel washes all) The sun is burning the back of my head.

Do you know how much I missed the sun? The sun is burning the back of my

head.

Ding. Vroooooooooom. Dong.

Tania: Do you remember?

Manna: Let it go with the night.  You are thinking of them because of the

rain.  We spoke of them in the evening.

Tania: That happens to me.

Manna: What does it happen to you?

Tania: When it rains.

Manna: The pressure.

James: Thanks so much for bailing me out.

Gretel: Any time!

BIP BIP

Mario: Let’s get closer

Tania: I don’t find this appropriate

Ding Dang Dong

Mario and Tania dance a tango in what looks like a Restaurant car in an

Orient Express train.

Manna: He was used to make money. Just like your father.

Tania: What did you say?

Manna: The story

        The story with the pie

        On the window

        Over the window

Tania: Above the window.

        In the window

Manna: Watch your articles! I’ll watch mine.

Tania: This is enough.

        This will be enough for all of us.

Manna: This will suffice/

James: Thank you so much for bailing me out.

Gretel: Will always be here, there, anywhere, anytime for you.

James: This was such a pain.

Vrooooom. Ding. (on the phone)

She asked me. Yup. Aha. I know. I warned her. Warned her. Yeah. Yup. Yup.

They are here. Aha. They bailed me out.  For old times sake.

Thanks.

Gretel: Don’t mention it.

Tania and Mario tango in Orient Express

Gretel and James talk. Hansel washes the toilet.

Manna Draws trees on the chalk table walls.  Apple trees.

Tania: Do you remember when they chopped down the tree?

Manna: ?

Tania: Who did it?

Manna: Hansel and Gretel

Tania: Do you remember when the tree fell, she didn’t move. The tree could

have fallen on her.

Manna: Why do you think she did that?

Tania: She couldn’t judge the distance between her and the tree.

Manna: You think so?

Tania: I think she was in shock.

Manna: Did she move?

Tania: No. You pulled her away. Just in time. I was up. Away from it.

Manna: She thought she was further away.

Tania: And she was closer.

Mario: Let’s get closer.

Tania: I don’t think this is appropriate for me.

Mario is half dressed in a tango outfit, simple (not glitz)

Tania is dressed like Julie Christie as Lara Antipova (ice palace scene) in

the screen adaptation of Boris’s Pasternak novel: Doctor Zhivago.

Stan: It’s me. Who else did you expect to see?

Manna: I didn’t cut that tree.

Stan: I planted that tree.

Manna: Did you really plant that tree?

Stan: I did.  I planted that tree for my children, so their eyes won’t droop

when passing the neighbors tree.

Manna: I should have cut that tree.  Too much shadow.  A forest.  I love the

sun.  I love when the sun shines on me. I should have chopped that tree with

my own hands.

Stan: You didn’t know.

Manna: I didn’t.

Stan: Nobody did.  Not even I.

Tania: You didn’t know.

Manna: I didn’t.

Tania: Nobody did.

James: Thanks so much for bailing me out.

Tania: I hope is not too little, too late.

James: The sun is burning my temples

Gretel: And the back of my head.

James: We must remain close to each other.

Hansel: Were you waving a gun?

Jamie: I don’t remember. Ring.

(Phone) Yeah. No. He is not here.  Oh, you, I’ve heard of you.  He spoke so

highly of you. Oh, yeah. I know. It is as if we are writing letters to you

at the same time.   I’ll let him know you’ve called.

Gretel: Do your thing.

        Do you think I am going to get gangrene?

(takes a look at his toe)

James: I don’t think so.

Gretel: I’m afraid they’ll amputate my left leg.

James: It doesn’t look green.

BEEP

Gretel: I’ve been meaning to build a divan

James: For a sultan

Hansel: Do you think the plan

James:  To build a divan

Gretel: is well suited for a sultan?

        What time is it?

James: One, two, three, four, five, six

Gretel: Flu

        Fluent

        Fluency

        Affluence

        Influence

        Influenza

IN LIEU OF THE END NOTE:
The text is not complete.

At the start of the experiment the text shouldn’t reach completion.

During the experiment the text should maintain fluidity and flexibility to adaptation.

After the experimentation/performance ends will the text reach the illusion of stability.