Carr Marina Carr Plays 1

Low in the Dark; The Mai; Portia Coughlan; By the Bog of Cats...
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The first collection of plays by Marina Carr introduces the work of a major new voice in playwriting. Low in the Dark 'One of the most exciting, new and absolutely original aspects of Carr's writing is the manner in which the sexism of the language and religious imagery is exposed... Marina Carr is a playwright to be watched.' Sunday Tribune The Mai 'The writing is at once gentle and raucous... capable of articulating deep-seated woes and resentments in a manner you rarely find outside Eugene O'Neill.' Observer Portia Coughlan 'A play of precocious maturity and accomplishment.' Irish Times 'Portia Coughlan packs a hell of a punch. It hurts to look at it. But it has to be seen.' Irish Independent By the Bog of Cats... 'A poetic realism steeped in the past... Carr has an extraordinary ability to move between the mythic and the real.' Guardian 'A great play... a great work of poetry... the word should soon carry across both sides of the Atlantic.' Independent

Marina Carr was brought up in County Offaly. A graduate of University College Dublin, she has written extensively for the theatre. She has taught at Villanova, Princeton, and is currently Associate Professor in the School of English, Dublin City University. Awards include the Susan Smith Blackburn Prize, the Macaulay Fellowship, the E. M. Forster Prize from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, and the Windham Campbell Prize. She lives in Dublin with her husband and four children.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Carr, Marina

Leseproben

SCENE ONE

Soundtrack on, lights on middle stage space.

Curtains walks down the middle space, looks right, looks left then looks straight ahead.

Curtains Before they ever met the man and woman had a dream. It was the same dream. The woman dreamt she came up from the south to meet the man from the north. It was the same dream. The man dreamt he came down from the north to meet the woman from the south. It was the same dream with this difference …

Binder (gets up from the toilet where she has been sitting as if on a throne) Open those bloody curtains!

Why does she never open her curtains? Even an inch!

Bender (from the bath) Even half a one!

Binder (yelling after her) Open those bloody curtains!

Bender I’d love to rip them off her! There is a life to be lived, I’d say as I’d rip them off, or didn’t you hear? And then I’d tell her, it’s not every woman can say that she’s been loved!

Binder Go on! Give us a go in the bath.

Bender (pushes her away) Go away!

Binder You look old today!

Bender (nonplussed) I’ll be older tomorrow.

Binder There’s grey in your hair!

Bender Yours is falling out.

Binder You’ve put on weight!

Bender That’s the baby.

Binder Another one?

Bender And why not?

Binder It’s not fair.

Bender To who?

Binder To anyone … to you, to him!

Bender It might be a her.

Binder Never, babies are always boys.

Bender Even when they’re girls.

Binder And it’s not fair to me! I’ll have to sit here and wait and listen to you screaming!

Bender A good scream would do you the power of good!

Binder I’ve nothing to scream about.

Bender That’s your tragedy.

Binder (looking at herself in the mirror) Do you like my hair?

Bender I love your hair.

Binder And …

Bender And your lips.

Binder Yeah, I love them too, will I put on more lipstick?

Bender Sure why not, give me some too.

Here! Put him in the shower. (She’s just had a baby, baby crying sounds.)

Binder Why didn’t you tell me? (Holds up the baby.)

Bender You accuse me of screaming too much, so I had a silent birth this time.

Binder Did it hurt?

Bender After the first million you get used to it.

Binder Can I feed him?

Bender Go ahead!

Binder (breast-feeding and examining the baby) It’s a she!

Bender What’ll we call him?

Binder Alexander.

Bender We have an Alexander!

Binder There’s no harm in another one.

Bender Please yourself.

Binder She sucks like a man.

Bender She’ll have luck so! (Finishes her drink, lights another cigarette.) I wish her luck … I wish her all the luck in the world, give me another drink!

Binder You drink too much!

Bender I don’t drink half enough! I deserve one after that ordeal … remember, not even a scream.

Binder That was very underhand of you.

Bender A drink for her sake and put him in the shower and give him a doll!

Binder They’re for the girl-babies.

Bender Well then give him a train and give his mother a drink!

Binder I’m her mother!

Bender Whose mother?

Binder It’s my baby, so leave off!

Bender Yours? I just had him!

Binder It’s a her!

Bender Silently!

Binder You’re hallucinating again. I had him.

Bender Binder, don’t start or I’ll send you back.

Binder You can’t! Remember you tried, I’m too big.

Bender I’ll try again.

Binder He’s my baby, and what’s more I won’t call him Alexander, horrible name!

Bender It was your idea.

Binder (to the baby) I’ll call you Jonathon, won’t I?

Bender We already have four Jonathons, anyway it’s a girl, look I’ll give you the next one.

Binder You always say that … anyway there won’t be a next one!

Bender There’s plenty where she came from … as soon as I get my figure back I’ll have another and then another, because I am fertile!

Binder I had a dream last night your uterus fell out.

Bender I dreamt your ovaries exploded!

Binder At least I have ovaries and eggs, lots of eggs, much more than you because I’m young. I’m in my prime.

Bender I’ve had my fair share of eggs. Now give her to me.

Binder Take her then! (Throws the baby.) But don’t expect me to hit her when she starts screaming!

Bender (to the baby) We don’t expect anything from her do we?

Binder He’s a very ugly baby!

Bender There’s no such thing as an ugly baby. (to the baby) Is there? You’re the image of your father, aren’t you?

Binder Who’s his father?

Bender None of your business! Isn’t it enough that he has a father … somewhere … here now put him away gently. (Kisses the baby and gives it to Binder.)

Binder (examining the baby) I still think it’s a she. (Throws it in the shower.)

Bender I’d better write to him. Get out the pen and paper!

Binder Hello, how are you?

Bender Oh, there you are!

Curtains I love your blinds, they really keep the light out.

Binder...