MY PLAYS & POETRY
Welcome to Satya Caritas!
Hats are lovely
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Hats are lovely and let us wear hats
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Click on da hat to download a copy 'o the script!
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See the plates below for what the set gonna be.
This is a play about freedom.
PROLOGUE
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BOOK TO BE ON ONLINE FOR NO COST IN GOD'S GOOD TIME.
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THIS PROLOGUE WILL BE THERE:
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DOLLY
I think I'm not a slave, Mr. Johnson.
I know I'm not a slave, Mr. Johnson.
And I just can't call ya Master know more cause I know it.
I'm Dolly but I ain't a Johnson.
I don't wants to be a Johnson.
I needs to tell ya it ain't guud wid it no more.
It ain't guud wid me.
I'll say it but I don't mean it.
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ANDY
You say it, er I ain't gonna feed ya!
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DOLLY
I ain't da kind ta die and die.
I ain't dat kind.
We needs to tawk some more den.
We needs to tawk and tawk some more.
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An dey walk to center and sit down for awhile before dey go in.
WERKS OF DRAMA
To produce a play, please read the play well and email
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to schedule an appointment via Zoom and we'll talk andpray and talk and pray
THE TRUE OBSTRUCTION
ON THE ROAD TO FREEDOM
A Play with History and Pictures
by Sara Kumar
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ABOUT THE BOOK OF JOEL
A Play by Sara Kumar
This happened in the year 1098 A.D. in Trueintrue, Dorado.
Revised Script 2 will reflect this settimg with additions here.
Major set pieces include two chairs in a museum, a door at a pie shop, two sitting pieces at a pie shop, a table booth at a pie shop, one to two tables and a chalkboard at a coffee shop, and if needed car.
(And when they kiss awn hand,
it is chaste.)
(Kundana continues then at the lecturn.)
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I’ll talk to you about Marcellus’ dream after the ghost departs.
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This is William Shakespeare:
"Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Savior’s birth is celebrated
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;"
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I’ll let you hear a rooster sing now
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I’ll continue, friends.
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“And then, they say, no spirit doth stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,”
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And Marcellus is a guard who wants nights to be wholesome y’all, don’t you imagine? A planet striking on the watch would not be good for his job. Yet he sees a spirit that frightens him, and after it leaves, he thinks of Christmas and a rooster crows during a time of waiting for a war to come.
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Think about Marcellus now. If you can, for our midterm exam, and it’ll be so loving, yeah?
(And Kundana writes down rooster on the chalkboard.)
He is guarding Claudius at night while this man is praying.
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You hear a rooster, and write a short scene.
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That’s time. Remember next semester I teach with a friend I met at Lemma this past summer: Civil Dream Writing It’s been a lovely time, and travel warmly.
This is an additional Epílogo:
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KUNDANA
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My stories involve mystical realism.
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This means clouds being clouds is a way of God descending vectors of light to a table, for instance.
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Dreams are so there with us, right?
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Nightmares are so not what I want right now or like ever, y’all.
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Let’s read and see what the characters in Hamlet are dreaming about, because I’ve heard the nightmare already.
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From "Arden"
by Sara Kumar
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Atlas, a young boy of twelve speaks here:
Three young boys met one night
To share their ploys, as young boys might.
The first said, “I’ve a hundred sheep
My father gave for me to keep.
Oh, how brave I must be!
There is no other son like me,
I watch, I run, I yell, I leap!
And gather all my little sheep.”
Corbin, a father and shepherd speaks here:
Three young boys met one evening song or two
To share some thoughts of love and loss
As shepherds liked to do
My father gathered sheep, you see
And gathered twine and twig too
How brave I'll be, how brave I'll be
To fetch a pail of water
How brave I'll be, how brave I'll be
To fetch a lemon too
Atlas, a young boy of twelve, speaks here:
Three young boys met one night
To share their ploys as young boys might.
The second said, “I’ve ten gold stones
My father stole from Herod’s throne.
Oh, what a lucky boy I’ll be
When father dies and gives them to me!”
Corbin, an older man and father too, speaks here:
Three young boys met one evening song or two
And shared their songs as young boys do
And troubles of the morning song with dew and love
And said the man who loved me so, please know
I am a man too, and said the man who knew the man
I needs a shelter too
And now these boys of fathers kept the wake awl through
And said I'll not yet danger fright or make a faulty move
So lead let light kindly lead and do not fret the wind
And when we wait awn Heaven's gate, we watch our sheep to mend
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Harold, a young boy of eighteen years, speaks here:
And lead and lead let kindly light awl through the night we mend
And watch a redbird fly the course awl through the winter wind
And love and let the winter come, and sing and leaves of green
And walk with me till morning light and spring will come again
Corbin, a shepherd of forty-eight leads da way:
And love let kindly lead and light our way through Arden land
And walk with me till morning light and spring will come again
(And they walked and sang along their way until they stopped to pray, because George was hurting from the walk.)