Plays
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Whitebreadmusik
Carte d’identité SEDAT: So this girl’s coming towards me, right, and I think, I know her. She lives in the block, has done for years. Tall, blonde, hair down to her arse and those tight trousers they all wear, you know – real sweet I’m telling you: sweet! So anyway: I see her and…
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Foto: Wagner Carvalho Turning Red
With us, you know, the Russians were always the whipping boys. If anything was wrong, the Russians were to blame. ‘The Russians are coming.’ You still hear that. But you can’t whip the Russians these days. The Russians do judo. They defend themselves. They fight back. They can speak more languages than us and they…
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Fed Up
Excerpt Fear. This all-pervasive fear. What’s to be done with this fear? What’s to be done with it? Excuse me, please, do you feel this fear too? No? Would you mind taking mine for a moment? Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Victim. Coward. Let me take care of this now. Liars. Scaredy cats. Nation of slaves. What is…
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Fed Up
Scene SU A boy. There’s a boy who lives on the internet. Once upon a time, there was a little boy. I watched him. A little boy on the internet. ‘I’m virtual,’ he says. ‘I’m eighty per cent online.’ The others laugh at him. He does everything the others do, but this virtual world he’s…
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Widows and Orphans
My head is an open suitcase. God Father State falls out, but doesn’t break because He’s tough as old boots Ali: I walked back through the park, there are people dancing there. All I usually see in the park is wanking tramps, and now there are people dancing and waving flags. Buchs: Punks? Ali: People…
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Braided
Ljubov to the City I roll myself up on the ground and purr like a cat. I miss you. Stop. You thought of me for a moment yesterday and I felt it; from now on, there’ll always be this link between us, whether or not you believe in that sort of thing. I walked across…
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get out
David’s Dream: The Seven Deadly Sins They say we only have one chance. Live it. Grab it in a dark doorway and fuck it for as long as you can. Make babies with it, sling a bride’s veil round its neck and drag it to chapel, then drag it down to the water and drown…
