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Kneel and Bent: A Play About Pain

Scene:  Middle aged woman on the heavy side ordering fries at New York Fries Food Stand in a mall food court in the midafternoon.  She walks with a bit of a limp and lurch due to bad creaky knees.  She settles at a food court table.

Bent:     Un, unh. No. Don’t you dare!

Kneel:    No more French Fries!

Bent:    We thought we talked about this?

Woman looks around confused.

Bent:   Who’s talking?

Kneel:   Look down you ingrate!

Woman keeps head facing forward, pauses fry in opened mouth and  with raised eyebrows glances down.

Bent and Kneel:   Yes. It’s your trusty knees. Always there when you kneel on us. ( guffawing)

Woman chomps on fry and wags her head frowning.

Bent:     Nonsense. It’s you that’s the pain!

Kneel:     Go easy there Bent. You know stress isn’t good for us.

Bent:     Actually Kneel, you have to admit the regular physiotherapy has been quite

beneficial. And things have been lighter since Madam lost those last 11 pounds.

Woman smiles. Pushes fries away.

Kneel:     Latisha the physiotherapist is pretty hot too!

Bent:     Oooohhh doggy! Love the way she massages my cap.

Woman looks down in disgust.

Bent and Kneel:    Eeeww? You know knees can be sexy.

Woman gets up and right knee buckles a bit.

                Kneel:     Ouch! Did you take your Celebrex yet, sweetie pie? My meniscus is a little sore.

Bent:      Yeah the hamstrings are feeling a little tight. How about a few stretches?

Woman does a right side hamstring stretch balancing on the food court table for stability. Walks gingerly towards the stairs.

Kneel:   Whoa! Take the elevator for knees’ sake!

Woman sighs. She pushes the Up button on the mall elevator door.

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Pain Can Be Inspirational!

In my Haliburton School of Art, Creative Writing course, Catherine Graham presented the idea of creating characters, plots etc from inanimate objects.  At the time my knees were twinged with pain from the damp morning air.  My knees were speaking to me and as they spoke I thought of those two TD Bank  Commercial old guys sitting at a park bench kvetching about life in general. So my knees became two griping old men.  I then thought about writing this as a play.   I called it Kneel and Bent ; A Play .

Now I am thinking about creating vignette plays of many of my body parts.  I think this could be very humorous, perhaps sad, erotic, beautiful? and very challenging to get in the psyche of a body part.  Your nose for instance…two nostrils, septum, olfactory senses …nose with an allergy…smelling something pleasant, unpleasant, sneezes could be orgasms for the nose… What parts would the be involved in a sneeze…brain, lungs, vocal chords …challenging indeed.  There needs to be a bit of dissection a bit of cutting a body part away from its connective tissue and elements in order to have it take on a character.

Marjorie Keeps Her Own Counsel

Assignment #3- Dialogue by Kathleen Clarke

Marjorie Keeps Her Own Counsel

I can’t see the little darlins’.  But , oh, can I hear them. Here we go again.

 The tall white pines provide a blissful barrier for Marjorie’s eyes. This gives her some privacy to eavesdrop from her lodge balcony.

            “Toby, come!” the little girl says. A dog barks and rustles around in the bushes.

            She`s young and ‘geesus loud. Probably 4 years old. Who`s watching her? Careless. She could drown. Although , it might be more peaceful around here. Oh, that’s mean.  I’ll burn in hell for that one.

            “Toby!!”

            Toby must be the dog. Why doesn’t the dog come over here? Rich people probably have an electric fence to shock the hell out of the dog. Awful. My Uncle Bob would have said that dog deserved a good case of lead poisoning. Farmers can be so cold.

            “Did you pee in there?”  the little girl asks.

            “Shut up!” says the boy. The dog keeps barking.

            Typical older brother.  I wish she and the dog would shut up too. Where’s her parents?… Don’t think about anyone but yourselves, rich arseholes. Yeah I travelled three hours up North so I can listen to your spoiled brat and obnoxious barking dog. The spoiled little princess will eventually disappoint you and run off with a motorcycle gang member and you’ll sink all your money into wrecking other people’s lives to save her now self –entitled rescue- me- Daddy spoiled ass. .. Only person that ever rescued me was me. We’d never go whining and crying back to our parents. We were taught to stand on our own two feet. ‘Course , maybe that’s why I ‘m alone.  Maybe if I was needy, like so many other women I see, I might have somebody to keep me company in my old age. Ah bastard ‘ d probably cheat on me anyway. God I gotta’ calm down. I’m on vacation.

            “Mommy said no adventure pees. Pee in the house!” the girl says.

            “Shut up or I’ll shit on you!” the boy says.

          “I’m telling.”

            Nice language you polluting little dickwad. Maybe I’ll get five minutes peace from that kid and the blasted dog. It never comes when they call it. How can people with so much money be so stupid? Kids and dogs badly behaved.  Thank god I can close my balcony door. But I’m paying $200 a night for this place. I should get a discount.  Hope she stays inside.

            “William! Can I talk to you for a minute,” the father says.

            “Yeah,” says the boy.

            Finally, some parental supervision.  Now maybe I can enjoy some peace and quiet and watch those whatch-ma-call-its… oh yeah Goldfinches. They are so beautiful…

            “Toby! Come, Toby! Come, here!”

            Oh damn …

Keeping her own counsel, Marjorie gets up, goes inside, and slams the balcony door. Hard.