Yeah, I’m a big Beckett fan. I was worried this would actually come off as too derivative of his style.
I might considering editing out the funy parts and just focusing it on the overall seriousness of this piece.
Again, thanks for your review.
(It is a bright and early Sunday morning. A church, sparsely but ornately decorated. The floor is a glossy shade of gold, looking freshly waxed. Towards the back, a stained glass window. A few rows of benches line the church. A medium-sized altar to the side. Two men, Cane and Abel, sit in their seats facing the front. They continually stare off into space, their hands on their laps, dressed in brown rags and beat-up hats. Finally, Cane speaks.)
Cane: What day is it?
Abel: Sunday.
Cane: Wasn’t yesterday Sunday?
Abel: Perhaps.
Cane: Why don’t you know?
Abel: I don’t care.
(They sit silently for a few more minutes.)
Cane: What time is it?
Abel: Good question.
Cane: Why are we here?
Abel: I have no idea.
Cane: We sit in this church endlessly.
Abel: So we do.
Cane: Doesn’t that frustrate you?
Abel: A little.
Cane: Don’t you owe me money?
Abel: I might.
Cane: Then give it to me!
Abel: No.
Cane: Why not?
Abel: Why?
(They sit silently for a few more minutes.)
Cane: I have an itch.
Abel: Then scratch it.
Can: Don’t tell me what to do!
Abel: Don’t you tell yourself what to do?
Cane: Do I?
Abel: You’re not sure?
Cane: No. (pauses) These stained glass windows are pretty.
Abel: Yes, they are. Red, green, blue.
Cane: Very exquisite.
Abel: But aren’t they the same color over and over?
Cane: Yes.
Abel: Such is the point of patterns.
Cane: Good point.
Abel: How long have we stared at this statue of Jesus?
Cane: As long as I can remember.
Abel: He never moves.
Cane: Do you want him to move?
Abel: A movement of the elbow would be nice.
Cane: Why elbows?
Abel: I have a particular fondness for elbows.
(They sit silently for a few more minutes.)
Cane: Abel?
Abel: Yes?
Cane: Why are we here?
Abel: I don’t know.
Cane: What day is it?
Abel: It’s still Sunday.
Cane: Whatever happened to Mary?
Abel: She’s not here anymore. (pauses) Why do you ask me these questions?
Cane: I want answers.
Abel: Don’t you already have answers?
Cane: If I had the answers, I wouldn’t ask questions. (pauses) I miss Mary.
Abel: (shifts a bit, frowning) I do too.
Cane: I remember the day I met her. We talked and laughed. It was at a quaint little coffeehouse. She had gotten the mocha latte and I the….
Abel: Cappuccino. Yes, yes, you knew then you loved her, blah blah blah. I’ve heard this before.
Cane: How dare you! That is one of my fondest memories!
Abel: But they’re just memories. She’s gone. Just let go, Cane.
Cane: I can’t let go. (pauses) Wasn’t yesterday Sunday?
Abel: Yesterday? What was that like?
Cane: It was like yesterday.
Abel: Was it like the day before that?
Cane: It was a wonderful day. Society lived in peace and everyone held hands and we sang songs of joy and nature was tranquil.
Abel: You stink of lies.
Cane: Shut up!
(Abel reaches over and punches Cane.)
Cane: You hit me!
Abel: So you noticed.
Cane: I feel pain.
Abel: My punch is nothing.
Cane: (looking at his hands in horror, then touches his nose) My nose is bleeding.
Abel: Everyone bleeds. (pause) Jesus bled for your sins.
Cane: But we still sin.
Abel: The nails were driven into his flesh. They dug through his body like earwigs desperate to reproduce. He hung on the cross, emaciated and weary. Everyone cheered.
(Cane reaches over and punches Abel.)
Cane: Are you sure Mary is no longer around?
Abel: If she was I’d know.
Cane: But I knew her better than you!
Abel: Yet I still knew her.
Cane: Then we all knew her.
(They sit silently for a few minutes.)
Cane: Do you hear a buzz?
Abel: No. (pauses) Yes.
Cane: Well, which is it?
Abel: Never mind. I hear no buzz.
Cane: I hear a buzz.
Abel: Good for you.
Cane: I heard it! I’m better than you, damnit!
Abel: (sarcastically) What a victory.
Cane: (looking about) It is a fly.
Abel: So it is.
Cane: I shall kill the fly.
Abel: Go for it.
(Cane stands out of his seat, reaches up, and snatches the fly in one fell maneuver. He pulls it close to his breast, eyeing it in his cupped hands.)
Abel: What shall you do with it now?
Cane: I shall murder it.
Abel: What is your reason?
Cane: To save the fly race. If I kill him, the other flies will look on him as a savior. He sacrificed his life for their survival. I’m doing all them a favor.
Abel: (waving his hand foppishly) Very well then.
(Cane claps his hands together, squishing the fly.)
Cane: What time is it?
Abel: Forever.
Cane: Forever is not a time.
Abel: True. Forever doesn’t exist.
Cane: Then what time is it?
Abel: Noon. I guess.
Cane: Where is the color pink? I never see any more pink.
Abel: I’m sure it’s out there somewhere. (pause) Why don’t you go look for it?
Cane: (astonished) I can’t leave here.
Abel: You can get up and walk away from this.
Cane: (realizing this) I could.
(They sit silently for a few minutes.)
Cane: (out of nowhere) Who came up with the world eyeball?
Abel: (curious) I don’t know.
Cane: Well, someone had to invent it. It exists.
Abel: I’m looking at a statue of Jesus. Do you think I care about eyeballs?
Cane: Don’t yell at me.
Abel: I didn’t yell at you. (pauses) I’m sorry.
Cane: You always say that.
Abel: It’s always Sunday.
Cane: And?
Abel: So why does it matter if I always say the same thing?
Cane: Purple elephants.
Abel: What?
Cane: I’ve never said that before.
Abel: Those two words were already said by others.
Cane: Yes, but not in that particular order. (pauses, scratches his face, staring intently at Abel) Fine. Then I’ll invent a new word right now. Hang on, let me think of it. (pauses) Wait, it’s about to come. (pause) It has to come. (pause) Zimbat! That’s my new word.
Abel: I’ll be sure to file that in the dictionary at once.
Cane: What’s happening?
Abel: Everything. (pauses) Nothing.
Cane: Even if nothing’s happening, doesn’t that mean something’s happening?
Abel: Can’t you just have reverence for our Lord and Savior?
(They sit silently for a few minutes.)
Cane: I want to die.
Abel: Then die.
Cane: I can’t.
Abel: Then you won’t die.
Cane: I’ll die one day.
Abel: You won’t die now.
Cane: I can never die now. (pause) The essence of now is the past. (pause) When’s the last time you took a shower?
Abel: I can’t remember. It might have been a week ago. (pause) Last Sunday, perhaps.
(They sit silently for a few minutes.)
Cane: Is there a computer here?
Abel: No. (pause) Why would they have a computer? It’s a church.
Cane: I want to go online.
Abel: Whatever.
Cane: I want to talk to people.
Abel: You’re talking to me.
Cane: Am I? (pause) I should grow a beard. I’d look good with stubble. It would give me a rough, rugged, manly look.
Abel: Go for it.
Cane: (his face red with frustration) Why do you exhibit such apathy? I’m here baring my soul to you and…
Abel: (cutting him off) A soul with facial hair.
Cane: Enough!
(Cane begins crying.)
Abel: The statue still hasn’t moved. (thinking) What is it like outside?
Cane: (still crying) You think I care about that?
Abel: How is the sky?
Cane: I want to slit your throat.
Abel: Are the birds still chirping?
Cane: I hate everything.
(Cane stands up.)
Cane: I shall see what it is like outside.
(Cane walks offstage.)
Abel:(calling out to Cane) What color is the land?
Cane: (from offstage) Green.
Abel: And the sky?
Cane: Blue.
Abel: Are there any birds?
Cane: (pointedly) Yes. I see doves. (pauses) Six doves, in fact.
(Cane walks back onstage.)
Cane: Why didn’t you come outside with me?
Abel: This seat is comfortable. (pause) Why leave it?
(Cane turns over the pew. Abel falls to the floor, on his knees, upset.)
Abel: What is your problem?
Cane: There were no ravens out. (sighs)
(Cane walks offstage. When he returns he has the statue of Jesus in his arms.)
Abel:(in awe) He moved.
Cane: That’s because I moved him.
Abel: His elbows remain still.
(Cane sets it down on the ground. They kneel in front of it.)
Cane: What day is it?
Abel: Sunday.
Cane: What time is it? Why are we here? Where are we? Where’s Mary? Will the fly race remain intact? What was yesterday like? What’s happening?
Abel: You talk too much.
(They stare at the statue of Jesus.)
Cane: I smell Chinese food.
Abel: Then your senses do not fail you.
Cane: I miss Mary.
Abel: That’s your problem.
Cane: Help me. (knocks over the statue of Jesus)
Abel: (standing up now, as if a horror movie monster rising from the lake) You jerk.
(Abel punches Cane.)
Cane: Mary! (Abel punches him) Where are you?
(Abel punches Cane.)
Cane: Today is Sunday.
(Abel punches Cane once more.)
Cane: There is no time.
(Abel punches Cane once more.)
Cane: Abel knows nothing.
(Abel continually punches Cane. Cane is now laid out on the floor, motionless, his face bloody and his body nearly limp. Abel kneels in front of the audience and looks to the heavens.)
Abel: And now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I should die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take.
(The curtains close as Abel keeps reciting his prayer.)
THE END
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To answer your questions, the characterization is good and the dialogue is existentially realistic. However, the theme is a bit unclear to me. I realize that there is some sort of role reversal going on (Abel beating up Cane instead of Cain killing Abel), but there seems to be as little rationale behind the attack as there was in the original murder. Perhaps that is the intended point.
One question: the stage directions that read “Abel falls to the floor, on his knees, upset”—should that be Cane?
Overall, this play was quite interesting. The thing about the ravens/doves was a nice allusion to the original story.
I’m seeing a sense of absurdism in your writing along with a style that is similar to “Waiting for Godot” and although I think you use it well, there are times where you spoil it by making their sentences too long. Something isn’t quite working, in my opinion.
I am not familiar with the story of Cane and Abel, all I know is that they were brothers and that one killed the other. I can’t remember why, did it have something to do with a woman?! If you are building up to that then you need to raise the stakes a little. I understand it coming out of nowhere links into the nature of the absurdist movement…but Cane and Abel represent humanity and therefore you need to give them more human like reasons to want to hurt and kill each other.
I enjoyed the contemporary references you threw in, for example the mocha coffee and the computer, that contrasted well with the biblical theme and made me chuckle.
Overall, I did like it, but I think you’re trying to juggle/combine too many things. Either go with the absurd and really play around with the dialogue. You started with the purple elephant…get even more into it. OR pick the serious theme that you have with Cane and Abel and really work on fleshing out those characters and giving them a sense of power.
Good luck :)
“To save the fly race. If I kill him, the other flies will look on him as a savior. He sacrificed his life for their survival. I’m doing all them a favor.”
This play is quite fusile. It would be perfect if performed in a series of Theatre of the Absurd plays, with Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett coming to mind specifically.
For first time pulbishing, I wish you good luck – this type of play seems hard to publish because it requires two people to entertain an audience for a long period of time. However, it requires two people, has low prop requirements, setting requirements, and is, assumably, not too long.
It could be published, but if you want it as a feature going to have to create some sort of series of stories to go along with it – in the vein of The Canterbury Tales…you could do other Christian/Catholic religious artistry and put a couple of other Biblical pairings at work.
For Stage Play Overall I think it would be quite a fascinating show.
You have several quips that keep the audience expectant for the next words – it would require some fairly solid actors (i.e. one of the more famous performances of Waiting for Godot was with, I believe, Steve Martin and Robin Williams).
Anyways, good luck, and I enjoyed visualizing the play immensely.
I really liked this even though I didnt get the ending. I was sure Cane was going to kill/beat Abel. I just really like the dialog…it was funny. But I didnt get the over all message/moral…I was hoping a clearer and much simple ending. Gramma wise only a couple spacing issues. So besides the ending in my opinion everything worked.
well this certainly was a refreshing read. I like the dialogues, they seemed so absurd and that they left me thinking about them while i was reading on and that is certainly a good thing, as you have attracted my attention.
the only thing about the dialogues…you make abel and cane sound like robots and thats ok, i’m pretty sure that was the intention. however sometimes you almost unnaturally pull them away from their own world where sunday was yesterday with lines like ‘whatever’ or ‘shut up’ or ‘go for it’. it would be better to keep these lines after cane walks outside so you see the influence the outside world has already on the two.
but overall the conversations were something quite new and i liked it.
themes…i’m not sure what the themes will be to be honest, maybe lost love which needs to be handled carefully without melodrama or the rivalry between cane and abel seems very obvious, but watch out here too cos you already have them fighting in the very first scene, how will you hypen it up?
the story seems nice as well, it might be interesting to see what actually happened prior to this scene in the scale of things…but i’m sure all will be explained later on and that will play for your main premis of the play
I enjoyed the dialogue and relationship between the characters, but the reason’s for them being there was not clear. I suggest that you give more expression and movement to Abel. It would be great to include a character breakdown prior to where your dialogue begins. i.e. Abel – strong, quiet type, etc. In playwrighting make sure you can answer the 5 W’s clearly – Who, What, Where, and Why.
You have your Who: Brother, Cane and Abel Where: Church established clearly but the What (are they doing there) and Why, are not. As a drama director and stage manager for over 15 years, these are the first things I look for when I am considering a play for production, hence my suggestion.
Lastly, just a note. Replace the word (Pause) with (Beat) when you want your characters to take a moment for their thought changes or if there is a change from one emotion to another. It serves as a simple stage direction and acting note when the line is being internalized by the actor.
This piece kept me reading it. I feel like there is some sort of hidden meaning that I almost get, but not quite. It sort of reminded me of an acid trip occuring in a church, which isn’t an insult. I got sort of a satirical vibe, of the meaninglessness of everything, that some people take so seriously. I thought it was cool and kind of funny. I don’t know how it would actually go over in front of an audience though.
nice absurdist work… however the notion of past and presnt coming together seems to be a throwaway one… if this play is to work there has to be a violent clashing of the themes… subtlety doesn’t work with the bible…
I really wanted to get into this because I love religious deconstruction and one of my favorite plays is R&G Are Dead, the existential qualities of which echo throughout your dialogue. Your random inquiries however, were more incessant than interesting [to me] however and I’m hoping that perhaps there’s more to this Cain (the actual spelling) and Abel story than I am readily aware.
The opening is confusing—clean it up by being as concise as possible. Whatever it is you see, describe it exactly. The window in the “back” is Far US correct? The pews line the wings, with an aisle down the center from U to D correct? What side is the altar? Is the audience looking from the view of the pulpit, or are they looking toward the pulpit (this will determine whether or not the window in question is a relevant description)? What does “facing the front” mean?
Which Mary are they talking about? (this could be for my own ignorance, but indulge me anyway). What is with the “fondness for elbows?”
This, however, is the single most interesting line in the entire play, and IMHO the only solid evidence of your mastery of the English language: ”The nails were driven into his flesh. They dug through his body like earwigs desperate to reproduce. He hung on the cross, emaciated and weary. Everyone cheered.” BRILLIANT. Written in a deliberate manner and delivered in a robotic stagnation that would either imply unsympathetic characters or complete ignorance of formal emotion (either of which would be a sound description for these two). PLEASE WRITE MORE LIKE THIS. The rest of this sounds like a small-town community theatre vet trying to write an existential chamber-drama about the relevance of religion (which I would have truly loved to see), but sadly had failed due to obvious inexperience (not yours, the imagined “vet”).
If you need more backstory (which, to me, it appears so) find a way to weave it into the quasi-intellectual jabs without spoon-feeding us. If you need more relational development, play on the biblical text more, like perhaps play more on the statue of Jesus’ LACK of compassion towards Cain (which according to text is the reason Cain murdered his brother). Your ideas can be figurative and as such contemplative, but make them concrete and draw a connection—lead your audience to the conclusion you are making. Please keep working on it and guide the dialogue in a specific direction (not necessarily an OBVIOUS one, but something conceptually solid).
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