tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65517798747861398342024-03-14T01:10:51.265-07:00The Postcard PlaysTo receive your own personal Postcard Play, email your mailing address to postcardplays (at) gmail (dot) comAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06368269028944044599noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551779874786139834.post-54413412735218683432010-03-29T11:03:00.000-07:002010-03-29T11:08:43.605-07:00I'M FIRST<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">#2: I’M FIRST<br />for Hunter H., in North Carolina<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial;">January 28, 2010 <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">KEVIN and MARCIA are running late to class. They stop outside the classroom door. </span><br /><br />KEVIN <br />I’m going in first. <br /><br />MARCIA <br />No you aren’t. I am. <br /><br />KEVIN <br />Whoever’s last has to stay after to clean the board. I can’t stay, I have another class right after. <br /><br />MARCIA <br />But it’s your fault we’re late. You don’t untie your shoes when you take them off and it takes you forever to get them untied before you go out the door. I’m going in first. <br /><br />KEVIN <br />No, we’re late because you spend like 45 minutes straightening your hair when everyone else in the house needs to shower. I’m going in first. You can go fuck yourself.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">KEVIN goes inside. MARCIA pulls out her phone and sends KEVIN a text. MARCIA leaves.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In class, KEVIN gets a text message. He discreetly looks at his phone.</span><br /><br />TEXT MESSAGE FROM MARCIA:<br />Cutting class. You’re last, bitch. </span></span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06368269028944044599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551779874786139834.post-57728629684234784932010-02-17T08:41:00.000-08:002010-02-17T08:57:39.424-08:00TEA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJur1-JiLb6YztDB8MNE-mx9KxXXcp-M3kralhn_Hl0w-c6z3Wqehoecf2E0QvSAPhnheMzLsBMhgNXWm1aZ0tf8W5uNSvP_5XIYvTQI3Y20zYZ5pymXyAr8Z9vybWyZIStyUC2C_BkCtP/s1600-h/dogpcp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJur1-JiLb6YztDB8MNE-mx9KxXXcp-M3kralhn_Hl0w-c6z3Wqehoecf2E0QvSAPhnheMzLsBMhgNXWm1aZ0tf8W5uNSvP_5XIYvTQI3Y20zYZ5pymXyAr8Z9vybWyZIStyUC2C_BkCtP/s320/dogpcp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439254388923552770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Postcard Play #10: TEA<br /></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">for Emmie S.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />1/30/10 <br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >KATE and JAMES are British.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">KATE<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...................</span>JAMES </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">say</span>—</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">................</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I <span style="font-style: italic;">say</span>—</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Pause.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">—oh, go oh—</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">........</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span>—sorry, old chap—</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Pause.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />—no, please—</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">........</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">—after you—</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Pause.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />—bother.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">...............</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">—dash it all. </span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />KATE and JAMES drink tea. </span></span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06368269028944044599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551779874786139834.post-54593570975534692652010-02-10T23:36:00.000-08:002010-02-11T10:49:28.087-08:00CHARLIE'S CRISIS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl2hpNaCyMNBgRywpGdll_F6f1-XIrA1dMVfGIF19qovWmxoPIqO90aShcjnal5WhYbJVtnK4g9W-VFnGxVHj0aCEHmxWzdHUu-1f1XMcHlHhT-q5B3lzfGV2hrLss2ikiyT2L7PYqmqB/s1600-h/Charlie's+Crisis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl2hpNaCyMNBgRywpGdll_F6f1-XIrA1dMVfGIF19qovWmxoPIqO90aShcjnal5WhYbJVtnK4g9W-VFnGxVHj0aCEHmxWzdHUu-1f1XMcHlHhT-q5B3lzfGV2hrLss2ikiyT2L7PYqmqB/s320/Charlie's+Crisis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437056203460754882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Postcard Play #1: CHARLIE’S CRISIS</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">for Anne-Marie T.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">1/28/10 <br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">CHARLIE </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I don’t feel like eating these seeds. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">MAX </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What do you mean? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">CHARLIE </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I’m just done with seeds. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> MAX </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well what are you gonna eat? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">CHARLIE </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I don’t know, like roots or something? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">MAX </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Roots?? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">CHARLIE </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Maybe. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">MAX </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Who the hell do you think you are, “you’re gonna eat roots,” what is that? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">CHARLIE </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I don’t </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >know</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> who I am anymore. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">MAX </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I do. You’re a bird, Charlie. You’re a goddamn bird.<br /></span></span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06368269028944044599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551779874786139834.post-6290942011918177012010-02-09T21:27:00.000-08:002010-02-10T06:02:17.400-08:00THE BET<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;" >Postcard Play #8: THE BET<br />for Meghan Deans<br />1/29/10<br /><br />MATT<br />Bet I can lift that.<br /><br />BARRY<br />Bet you can.<br /><br />MATT<br />No, you gotta bet I can’t.<br /><br />BARRY<br />Why? You probably can.<br /><br />MATT<br />Yeah, but you gotta take the other side of the bet. That’s how it works.<br /><br />BARRY<br />I’m not going to bet on something with losing odds.<br /><br />MATT<br />Dude, there’s no point in lifting that thing if you think I can do it.<br /><br />BARRY<br />I thought the point was to lift it.<br /><br />MATT<br />No. That would be a complete waste of time.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mhKO7R4l-BHsELU8hhyphenhyphendyt55PkZ6TK46vGiga1rjkmj_zC6UqfVUadLCIqimc1bjDeetZAHi_gEv20fZi9qW673B3VvZC_ov2x4PjTH8CdnrVpqt7mG76hyerwCKB9RmiLBwNzMfPxES/s1600-h/deansbet-rehearsal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1mhKO7R4l-BHsELU8hhyphenhyphendyt55PkZ6TK46vGiga1rjkmj_zC6UqfVUadLCIqimc1bjDeetZAHi_gEv20fZi9qW673B3VvZC_ov2x4PjTH8CdnrVpqt7mG76hyerwCKB9RmiLBwNzMfPxES/s320/deansbet-rehearsal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436614693479065346" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Director Deans, doing tablework with her cast.</span></span><br /></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06368269028944044599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551779874786139834.post-57057611716038937702010-02-09T21:12:00.000-08:002010-02-09T21:21:39.834-08:00The Postcard Plays Blog!<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;">So last week I decided to start a new project. I'd write plays on postcards and send them to my friends. Turns out a whole lot of people are aching for postcard plays, so I'll be writing well over a hundred of these little guys. Why not share them with the world?<br /><br />Here I shall post the scripts of The Postcard Plays along with whatever you send me...pictures of you with your postcard play, of you staging your postcard play, of your cats staging your postcard play. Heck, turn your postcard play into a movie, I'll embed that shiz. This is the twenty-first century, and these are our postcard plays.<br /></span></span>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06368269028944044599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6551779874786139834.post-67451986752061161092010-02-09T20:57:00.000-08:002010-02-09T21:25:24.370-08:00Welcome to The Postcard Plays<div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="textbox"> <p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;">The Postcard Plays:<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >A project by Anna Moench</span><br /></span></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;">Here's a startling statistic: 9 out of 10 Americans have never received a postcard with a play written on it.<br /><br />I'm outraged too. But we can piss and moan about this sorry state of affairs or we can act, and I have decided that it's time I did my part to heal this broken world. Therefore hear this: I will write you a play on a postcard and mail it to you. It will be new and just for you, and you can perform it with finger puppets at your kitchen table or simply read it in the bathroom. Together we can change an invented statistic. Will you join me in the fight?<br /><br />To take part, email your address to postcardplays (at) gmail.com. I promise I won't drop by unannounced or share your info with anybody.<br /><br />This is open to anyone who may be a victim of our cultural neglect.</span></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=275047957738">Visit The Postcard Plays on Facebook.</a></span></span></p> </div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06368269028944044599noreply@blogger.com1