Carr Marina Carr: Plays 2

On Raftery's Hill; Ariel; Woman and Scarecrow; The Cordelia Dream; Marble
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On Raftery's Hill 'This is a play that howls to be seen; its courage is matched only by its dramatic power.' Sunday Independent Ariel 'An astonishing piece of theatre. Interweaving themes drawn from Irish, Greek and biblical myth, she spins a tale of power that is honest, emotional, dark and true . . . Die to see it.' Irish Examiner Woman and Scarecrow 'Drama doesn't come much richer or stranger than this death-bed lament. Ravishing in its dense, literary language, it is as visceral as it is intellectual. It lingers not only in the ear and brain, but in the imagination and the gut. An extraordinary brew, bittersweet and totally intoxicating.' The Times The Cordelia Dream 'A brave piece and clearly charged with deep feeling. . . This is certainly unsettling territory and Carr boldly goes for it.' Financial Times Marble 'An extraordinary play that lures us in with a promise of the recognisable only to drag us screaming into the soaring, magnificent possibilities of love and the destruction that it wreaks.' Irish 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

Act Two

Ded Ne’er a sign a Daddy?

Give us a buh, g’wan give us a buh.

And a flame?

Whah’re ya thinkin abouh, Sorrel?

Sorrel Noh thinkin ah all.

Ded Y’are so, can hear your brain whisperin.

Sorrel Can ya?

Ded Dara Mood comin to see ya tonigh?

Sorrel Aye.

Ded He bringin chocolahe for me?

Sorrel Doesn’t he allas.

Ded That’s alrigh so.

Sorrel Dinah won’t talk to me any more … I tried to tell her, Ded.

Ded I think I may go back to the cowshed, thanks for the buh.

Sorrel Ya heard me callin, Ded … why didn’t ya come?

Ded Ya see now, Daddy, I’m just a little bih wary a him, but same as you were to remove him, ya wouldn’t know me.

Sorrel Then why don’t ya remove him?

Ded I’ve a crowbar filed if he comes near me. I’m no girl to be played wud.

Sorrel I don’t think Daddy’s choosy. He just wants to bate us all inta the dirt.

Ded Ud’s Dinah decides everythin round here anyway. Dinah’s Daddy’s cattle daler. You and me is only the cattle, Sorrel.

Dinah () Am I now?

Ded First thing I’ll do when I get this farm is peg you off of ud.

Dinah Why’d’n you just fuck back to the cowshed where ya belong?

Ded I’ll go when I’m good and ready.

Dinah Ya’ll go now or I’ll tell Daddy ya were in here guzzlin hees whiskey and causin trouble.

Ded You tell him anythin’ about me and I’ll puh a mate hook through the turkey neck a ya.

Dinah And I’ll ring the lunatic asylum and they’ll take ya away and squaze ya like a bull calf and cut bits ouha your head.

Ded I’m getting the guards, tell them all abouh you and Daddy.

Dinah G’wan get the guards! G’wan get them! And tell them what ya done to me while you’re ah ud.

Ded I done nothin to you only clane up the mess after Daddy!

Dinah Geh ouh! Geh ouh! Lave me alone!

Ded Thunderin trollop, that’s what ya are!

Dinah Geh ouh! Geh ouh!

() Ya goin to try this yoke on? ()

Sorrel Ud’ll be grand.

Dinah Just let me check the hem’s righ. () Knew ud was too long. Why’d’n ya just try the bleddy thing on!

() Well don’t blame me if you’re a holy show.

Sorrel You’re me mother aren’t ya?

Dinah Whah?

Sorrel Ya heard me.

Dinah You’d want to stop all this nonsense and moonin abouh or your groom’ll flee the altar.

Sorrel Suppose I allas knew ud … buried in me though.

Dinah Our mother died givin birth to you … now stop all a this for your own sake.

Sorrel You and Daddy.

Dinah Whah’re ya on abouh?

Sorrel () Nothin I suppose …

Dinah You’re nervous about the weddin, aren’t ya now?

Sorrel Aye.

Dinah Don’t you worry, ud’ll all be fine. I’ll make sure your dress is beauhiful and I’ve all the flowers planned. Cornflowers for your hair, them is your favourihe, aren’t they now?

Sorrel Aye.

Dinah And a big bunch a lilies on the altar, and Daddy says we’re to spare no expense, he wants ya to have a astoundin day … he can be very good, Daddy, can’t he now?

Sorrel Yeah.

Dinah And we’re to go into Brown’s Hotel wan a these days to decide on the menu for the weddin breakfast and even Ded says he’ll come to your big day. Isn’t thah somethin, Sorrel?

Sorrel I won’t be comin back to this Hill ever again, ya may come and visih me in the Valley.

Dinah Sure I will, sure I will Sorrel … anythin … anythin to gladden ya up.

Sorrel Why’d’n you ever get married?

Dinah No wan ever axed me, besides who’d look after yees all?

Sorrel Can look after meself.

Dinah Now ya can, buh when ya were a babby, no wan to mind ya except me. Granny was allas useless.

Sorrel Whah was me mother like?

Dinah Whah was she like? Good lookin, like you. I take after Daddy.

Sorrel Whah else abouh her?

Dinah She was allas sick, long as I can remember anyway … lyin in the back parlour wud a dish cloth on her head … never liked the woman, may God forgive me.

Sorrel Did ya noh?

Dinah Fierce selfish, and Ded was her favourihe. Any attention I goh was from Daddy. He used take me up the fields wud him, up on hees shoulders, thought I was a giant. I went everywhere wud him, he’d be mendin fences and I’d be playin wud me dolls beside him, or savin the hay, he’d throw me up on the haycocks and I’d roll down them and he’d ketch me, taught me to fish …

Sorrel Taught me to fish too.

Dinah Taught me all the names a the trees, ash behind the house, sycamore in the Church Field, yew and oak in the Calla, sycamore, elder, blackthorn, the River Field, beech the Lower Field, beech the Haggard, beech the Fairyfort … I remember the names a trees like no wan. … And I’d make him tay before I was the size a the range, he’d have to lift me up and hould the kettle so I wouldn’t scald meself, and then he’d drink it, swill it round his mouth and say, well I declare that’s the best cup a tay this side a the Shannon and west a the Pale. And I’d stand there watchin him, as proud a meself … He knew how to build up a child’s heart … Daddy, never forgeh him for thah.

Red Ah Sorrel, you’re up and abouh, ya over thah flu?

Sorrel And whah flu is thah now?

Isaac Musta been a fierce dose ya goh.

Sorrel Oh fierce, Isaac, fierce.

Red Pour us whiskeys, there’s a girl.

Seems to me be the longest winter of all the winters I have lived.

Isaac I remember worser winters than this wan.

Red This wan fluurs them all. (.) Jine us, why don’t ya.

Isaac Eighy-wan, now thah was a winter put manners on lovers, the whole mountain and valley courtin with gloves on. Eighy-wan, the missus dead and snow to the rafters, couldn’t geh up the road to bury her. Slept beside her three nights tryin to warm her up. Be asier hotten the wastes of Antarctica or melt the pakes of Everest.

Red I’d say thah.

Isaac Anyway, if’n ya ax me, winters has nothin to do wud weather. I seen men freeze on Midsummer’s Day. Jack Frost nor the Ice Quane does be sittin on the front duur a their heart.

Red There’s gravel in thah … me father, now come the winter’d sih out there in hees Morris Minor, member ud?

Isaac I do.

Red Called ud hees smokin saloon, he’d sit there for hours, lookin at nothin … d’ya know I can’t ever remember talkin to him.

Isaac I often spoke to him and I passin.

Red And whah used he talk abouh?

Isaac The weather, the football, the hurlin, who’s dead, who’s dyin, normal conversation.

Red Hmmh.

Isaac Sure wasn’t he the greahest hurler ever to come ouha this county, and then wan Sunday he doesn’t show up. Shockin bad blood over thah and the tame creahed around him.

Red Over somethin thah was said at the time, that’s what thah was abouh.

Isaac Forgeh now, it’s a long time ago.

Red Like hell ya forgeh and you wud the biggest lugs in the parish. Ud was all over somethin thah was said abouh me mother and abouh me.

Isaac Only auld gossip … ya heard Brophy drank a mug a weedkiller.

Red I heard thah.

Isaac Still find ud hard to believe.

Red Sure, even if he done to Sarah what they’re...