Omar's (Un-Produced) Too Much Light Plays: Cut Before Its Time (or maybe it's just a reminder to treasure the moment in the moment because nostalgia is for those who stop evolving)

[As ensemble member announces title when it is *first* pulled, interrupt her/him yelling CURTAIN. It is important to note that this will require the entire ensemble pay attention; if the first reading is not interrupted, it is too late. The play will have had its time. You will have failed. Not you in the plural sense. You in the singular. You who are reading this right now are a failure... an abject failure. You may as well just end the whole show now. Ending the show before the 60 minute mark is the only way to salvage the failure of not ending this play before the time. So the question becomes "Just how dedicated are you? Will you end the show to prove that you are dedicated to the fleeting nature of performance?" I suppose that's more than one question, but I think you get my point. Please end the play properly so we don't have to find out what happens.]

from A Litany on the Death of my Body

This is just my body.
It is just a machine.
It is only a vehicle my mind
which is myself.
My self is energy.
My self is transcendent.
My self is beyond the physical.
My mind, which is me, remains whole.
My mind remains unbreakable.
My body is just a machine.
My body is not me.
Only my body is fragile.
My body is not me.
My body is dying.
I will remain.
My body is a shell.
When the shell dies, I will shed the husk.
When it dies, it will rot.
It will be a thing of autopsies and donation.
It will turn to dust and fertilize the earth
the way my father's will.
The way my father's father does and so on and so forth.
But not my mind.
My mind goes on.
It is the essence.
My mind slips into the ether leaving in its wake
nothing but unsaid good-byes.
My mind, which is myself, remains constant.
I am a constant.
I exist.
It is only my body that ages and dies.
I continue.
Amen.

Omar’s (Un-produced) Too Much Light Plays: The Uncomfortable Dinner Party: A Theatrical Representation in Three Parts

The Uncomfortable Dinner Party: A Theatrical Representation in Three Parts

[All seated thus

....RC
AC......OT
AS......CL

this can be on blocks or chairs or on the floor. In the background plays classical music.]


CHRISTOPHER
Christopher

ADAM
Adam

CHRISTOPHER
Adam

ADAM
Christopher

ALICIA
Alicia

ROBERTA
Roberta

ALICIA
Roberta

ROBERTA
Alicia

OMAR
Omar. [Pause.] Omar

[ALICIA says a one liner about a recent political subject. The other ensemble members remain neutral until the statement is done. Then, depending on ensemble member’s opinion, they react in one of two ways. I’m including what I would say as an example.]

EXAMPLE
I don’t know much about war, but I really want a new iPad.

All [Mechanically]
Agreed. Agreed! AGREED!

or

All [Mechanically]
Dissent. Dissent! DISSENT!


[ROBERTA says a funny one-liner. Again, the ensemble remains neutral until the person finishes. This does not need to be that funny; we’re all going to faux laugh anyway.]

EXAMPLE
For Lent, I’ve given up giving up. #winning!

ALL [Mechanically.]
Ha. Ha. Ha.

[The person who just said the political thing then holds out another handful of straws. The game repeats.  The person who draws the short straw in this round says something confessional. This confession should be delivered as quickly as possible to remain under a minute. The ensemble starts at neutral, but then begin to slowly strike a pose of their choosing. The pose can be any pose. It does not need to reflect what is being said. However, the movement into the pose must be fully committed; no changing poses midway through.]

EXAMPLE
I’ve never been in a play with any of you. And I wanted desperately to write something personal about all of you, but I’ve got nothing. And that I’m failing sucks because it highlights one of my most noticeable inabilities: To write for women. It haunts me. Even now with a cast of 6 women in it, my play with all the people I haven’t been in this show with before excludes four of the 6 women. Oh, I can write movement plays for women. Suuuuuure! I can make them read my poems as if they were written for them, because my poems are generic enough to be ready by anyone at all. And that I’m the one making the uncomfortable statement in this play shows how one-sided and self-centered my writing voice actually is.

Curtain.


Author’s Note: I realized that it’s going to be a very long time (if ever) before I am in Too Much Light and am producing new work with them. I have a few old, never produced plays so I thought I’d just publish them here on my site instead of letting them collect... dust(?). 

Omar’s (Un-produced) Too Much Light Plays: Anal the Play

[At GO, all NEOs use overly ceremonial gestures. NEO1 pours an 8oz cup of water onto the middle of the stage then exits. NEO2 sets a small stand behind the puddle then exits. The stand should be some sort of object that approximates a towel rod or clothesline. It should be approximately 12" tall. NEO3 hangs a handkerchief on the stand. NEO3 scans the audience in a left to right arch makes eye contact with a random audience member who looks like they clean a lot. Without breaking eye contact NEO3 points at the towel with one finger, points at her/is eyes with two fingers, then points those two fingers at the audience member in the impromptu staring contest. NEO3 walks off stage without breaking eye contact.  CURTAIN. ]


Author’s Note: I realized that it’s going to be a very long time (if ever) before I am in Too Much Light and am producing new work with them. I have a few old, never produced plays so I thought I’d just publish them here on my site instead of letting them collect... dust(?). 

Omar’s (Un-produced) Too Much Light Plays: Mandala I: Entomophobia

Mandala I: Entomophobia

[Before the show a large piece of black construction paper should be affixed to one of the spinning doors. 

During set-up, there should be a sign set for each W.

At the start of the play, Guyamas Sonora by Beruit plays.

The play begins. 

Carrying notebooks, the Ws enter and sit facing upstage. Once sitting, the Ws should be either making drawings or be writing about things that make them sad. 

W1 holds up her/is sign for a beat.

"Can you feel six feet cuddle on your
back between your failed wings?"

Once W1 lowers the sign, PAINTER enters and begins to paint on the construction paper. PAINTER should think about something sad while s/he paints with only red paint.

W2 holds up sign to audience for a beat.
"Are you lying naked on a bed of mothballs;
the musk tainting your pores?"

Once PAINTER starts painting, DANCER ONE and DANCER TWO enter. DANCER ONE blindfolds DANCER TWO.

DANCERS begin a waltz with DANCER ONE leading. 
W3 holds up sign for a beat.

"Is bloodletting a form of sex?"

Once DANCERS begin dancing, BUILDER enters.

W4 holds up sign for a beat. 

"Do you hear a mother praying by
the egg-filled hole of your belly?"

BUILDER begins building a tower of cards. 

BUILDER ought to be good at card building, but the goal is to build a tower with all 52 cards so it should be nigh impossible.

The DRINKER sets up 2 blocks, 2 chairs, or a block and a chair.

W5 holds up her/is sign for a beat & DRINKER then stare at the bottle in front of her/im.

"When a 'roach crawls into your sleeping
mouth, is it merely seeking heat?

Or, like a man, does it crawl
backwards searching for a womb?"

CURTAIN
---[door]---[spinning door]-[spinning door]-[spinning door]---[door]---
------------------------------PAINTER------------------------------
-------------------W1----------------------------W2---------------
-------DRINKER------------------W3-------------------DANCERS-----
-------------------W5----------------------------W4---------------
------------------------------BUILDER------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------------------


Author’s Note: I realized that it’s going to be a very long time (if ever) before I am in Too Much Light and am producing new work with them. I have a few old, never produced plays so I thought I’d just publish them here on my site instead of letting them collect... dust(?).