Thursday, March 15, 2012

is everything I do just written on water?

Reading through Hotel Cassiopeia by Charles Mee, which I'm working on with my freshman tomorrow morning in class.  I come across this passage by the character Joseph and realize it's somewhat about me (somewhat...only...somewhat...):


JOSEPH
I work in the basement.
That's where I keep all my materials
for my work.
And I think:
What am I doing?
I've lost my way
why don't I give it up?
there are times I get so lost
I don't know what to do
I've gone so deep, so far
I don't know if I'll ever find my way out again
and then: what's the point?
is this useful?
does anyone care?
I get up in the morning
some days I just weep and weep
is everything I do just written on water?
but what else can I do?
just because another artist is incredibly famous
doesn't mean his work is destined to fall
into oblivion in another generation
and my work will endure
is this any way to spend a life?
I'm living my life in a basement. 



I look at the line, "is everything I do just written on water?" over and over again...


I think of it too much.


It's times like these my mind turns to fantasies.


There are times all I want to do is hide with a loved one in a small town near a body of water I can swim in.


What type of body of water?


A creek?


Too small.  One can barely wade in a creek, let alone swim.


A river?


All the ones I know of are far too polluted.  I dream of jogging next to rivers instead, like that river in Poland I jogged next to in May of 2011.


A lake?


Lakes are fine...I guess...but don't really have tides.  I want something that ebbs and flows.


An ocean?


It certainly ebbs and flows...but...too big.  I dream of being swallowed up by a tsunami before I can swim safely back to shore.


A sea...


It's not even a question.  A sea.  I want a sea.  It's the perfect size.  It has tides.  It has a pebble beach (at least the one in my head does) and meets up with sand somewhere on the coast line.


Eh.


Whatever...


I should stop reading esoteric poetic playwrighting.


However, this passage from later in the play is nice:


JOSEPH
Still,
if I were to say anything to you
it would be:
do what you love
not what you think you should do
or what you think is all you can do
what you think is possible for you
no
do what you love
and let the rest follow along behind it
or not
or not
because
even if it doesn't follow along behind
you will have done what you've loved
and you know what that is
you know better than anyone what you love
and a life centered around your love
cannot be wrong
cannot finally be disappointing 



I have too much in common with this guy.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Alex & The Plumber

On June 23, 2010 a friend of mine posted a status update on Facebook that read:

"What a way to start the day.. 8am and the plumber arrived... and not the cute one." 

I was watching the World Cup and waiting for the USA vs. Algeria game to start, had time to kill, and so I wrote the following sketch as a response.


(Knock on the door. Alex comes in the room with a wrench in her hand. She’s about to answer the door when she notices she’s still holding the wrench. She looks around for a place to hide it and settles on the cushions of the couch. She checks how she looks in the mirror before answering the door.) 

ALEX: Oh hi, Chris! 

(PAUSE) 

ALEX: You’re not Chris. 

(Beat) 

PLUMBER: No ma’am. I’m Earl. Chris is on vacation. 

ALEX: Oh... 

PLUMBER: You seem disappointed. 

ALEX: No. No! 

(Pause) 

PLUMBER: You called someone to um...”clean your pipes?” 

ALEX: No. No! Me? God no! You must be...uh...hm...uh...could you...come back...you know...as someone else...and cuter? 

PLUMBER: Ma'am. I wasn't making a sexual advance. 

ALEX: I know, I mean, it’s just that Chris is usually who comes over, and I was expecting Chris, and you’re not Chris, and Chris usually takes his coffee with a touch of Hazelnut creamer, but not too much because it makes it too sweet, so he tops the rest off with 2% milk, and I made that, and Chris was running late today, so I was thinking I might have to toss that out and make more fresh coffee in the French press, because Chris is usually content with that instant stuff, but I don’t think a man who works as hard as he does should just settle on crap coffee, so I make him the good stuff, you know, like Zeke’s Coffee Mobtown Espresso, which is this Italian style Espresso that’s a 3 bean blend and is roasted to create a traditional dark, rich and smooth espresso with great…crema…and Chris was really liking that the last time he was here, and so when he left the last time I just remembered that the next time Chris was here I should have more of that on hand, and so today I made that like three times to get it just right, and I was expecting Chris, but Chris didn’t show up, and it was you…uh… 

PLUMBER: …Earl. 

ALEX: EARL! Right…and now all that coffee is going to go to waste because Chris is not here, and after he came the last time I had found him on Facebook and he has a girlfriend, and he has “in a relationship" as his status, I hate those "in a relationship" people, but I thought, you know, Chris still likes coffee, and I have coffee, good coffee, and I know how to make good coffee, not like “Gina,” and so I called you guys because I just happened to have a problem and I thought, “How perfect, I have coffee, Chris likes coffee, and I can give him some good coffee,” and then you showed up. 

(Pause) 


PLUMBER: So...can I clean...uh...work on...uh...fix...um...Jesus. Can I come in and just check your pipes? 

ALEX: Why? 

PLUMBER: Ma'am... 

ALEX: Yes? 

PLUMBER: I can see the raw sewage on your kitchen floor from here. 

ALEX: So...? 

PLUMBER: Ma'am, it's actually a public health issue. I have to work on those pipes. 

(Pause) 

PLUMBER: Now... 

(Long pause) 

ALEX: Uh... 

(Longer pause) 

ALEX: So the cute one is not coming? 

(Beat) 

PLUMBER: Are you talking about Chris? 

ALEX: Yes. 

PLUMBER: He's out until next Monday. 

ALEX: Not this coming Monday, but the following...? 

PLUMBER: Yes! Can I fix the raw sewage leaking pipe? 

(Beat) 

ALEX: I can wait for Chris.

Later I added two or three more scenes, titled it Alex & The Plumber, and submitted it to a 10 minute play festival or two, and finally got a response today from a theatre company.


Dear Mark,
We’d like to thank you for the time and energy you put into crafting a play for the [fill in theatre company's name here] fourth annual ten minute play festival. We received an overwhelming number of submissions this year. Unfortunately, we only have the time and resources to produce a small fraction of the wonderful plays we received. Regrettably, we are unable to commit to producing your submitted play in this year’s festival.
We sincerely enjoyed reading  Alex and the Plumber and thought it had great potential for comedy, including one of our favorite lines, "I can see the raw sewage on your kitchen floor from here." We genuinely hope we get the chance to work with you in some capacity in the future. We understand intimately how difficult it is to allow others to review one’s work and we applaud your courage. Thank you again for submitting your work to the festival.



Sincerely,

[fill in the name of theatre company again]
Although I never thought of it as a fully finished, well-crafted piece, I did hope it would get produced...even if it was by a local company. Ah well. Such is life. It figures a rejection should come on the day I went and did some background work on a feature film called Jamesy Boy with Mary Louise Parker in it. I also saw her on set...and then realized I lost my black hat...my kaszket. My father got me the hat about 5 or 6 years ago in Poland. I loved that stupid hat...and now it's gone...just like the feeling in the ends of my fingers was gone after standing around in the freezing cold for the better part of two hours. Such a glamorous life... Still, I like this silly little play, even if it isn't the world's greatest, and it can't seem to find a home, like my hat which lost its home. I know. Ridiculous.


Anyway, I figured I'd post my play here in hopes someone wants to read it, to see how it developed (a bit) beyond that one scene, and whether it has potential to develop beyond. It's silly...as silly as it's first scene, and gets even sillier. Hope you enjoy it if you happen to read the whole thing. It's probably no longer than a Saturday Night Live sketch. Enjoy.







ALEX & THE PLUMBER


by


MARK KRAWCZYK










CAST


ALEX


EARL


CHRIS










(Knock on the door.  ALEX comes in the room with an enormous wrench in her hand.  She’s about to answer the door when she notices she’s still holding the wrench.  She looks around for a place to hide it and settles on the cushions of the couch.  She checks how she looks in the mirror before answering the door.)


ALEX:  Oh hi, Chris! 


(PAUSE)


ALEX:  You’re not Chris.


(Beat)


EARL:  No ma’am.  I’m Earl.  Chris is on vacation.


ALEX:  Oh...


EARL:  You seem disappointed.


ALEX:  No.  No!  


(Pause)


EARL: You called someone to um...”clean your pipes?”


ALEX: No. No! Me? God no! You must be...uh...hm...uh...could you...come back...you know...as someone else...and cuter?  


EARL: Ma'am. I wasn't making a sexual advance.


ALEX:  I know, I mean, it’s just that Chris is usually who comes over, and I was expecting Chris, and you’re not Chris, and Chris usually takes his coffee with a touch of Hazelnut creamer, but not too much because it makes it too sweet, so he tops the rest off with 2% milk, and I made that, and Chris was running late today, so I was thinking I might have to toss that out and make more fresh coffee in the French press, because Chris is usually content with that instant stuff, but I don’t think a man who works as hard as he does should just settle on crap coffee, so I make him the good stuff, you know, like Zeke’s Coffee Mobtown Espresso, which is this Italian style Espresso that’s a 3 bean blend and is roasted to create a traditional dark, rich and smooth espresso with great…crema…and Chris was really liking that the last time he was here, and so when he left the last time I just remembered that the next time Chris was here I should have more of that on hand, and so today I made that like three times to get it just right, and I was expecting Chris, but Chris didn’t show up, and it was you…uh…


EARL: …Earl.


ALEX:  EARL!  Right…and now all that coffee is going to go to waste because Chris is not here, and after he came the last time I had found him on Facebook and he has a girlfriend, and he has “in a relationship" as his status, I hate those "in a relationship" people, but I thought, you know, Chris still likes coffee, and I have coffee, good coffee, and I know how to make good coffee, not like “Gina,” and so I called you guys because I just happened to have a problem and I thought, “How perfect, I have coffee, Chris likes coffee, and I can give him some good coffee,” and then you showed up.


(Pause)




EARL: So...can I clean...uh...work on...uh...fix...um...Jesus. Can I come in and just check your pipes?

ALEX: Why?

EARL: Ma'am...

ALEX: Yes?

EARL: I can see the raw sewage on your kitchen floor from here.

ALEX: So...?

EARL: Ma'am, it's actually a public health issue. I have to work on those pipes.

(Pause)

EARL: Now...

(Long pause)

ALEX: Uh...

(Longer pause)

ALEX: So the cute one is not coming?

(Beat)

EARL: Are you talking about Chris?

ALEX: Yes.

EARL: He's out until next Monday.

ALEX: Not this coming Monday, but the following...?

EARL: Yes! Can I fix the raw sewage leaking pipe?

(Beat)

ALEX: I can wait for Chris.  


EARL:  Ma'am?


ALEX:  Yes?


EARL:  Are we going to have a problem?  


ALEX:  I don't know.  Are we...?


(BLACKOUT.)


SCENE 2


(Alex and Earl are half naked on the couch.  Alex is smoking a cigarette.  Earl reaches under the cushions of the couch and finds the wrench.)


EARL:  Well...that was unexpected.


ALEX:  What...?  (Sees the wrench and takes it from him.)  Are you still here?  Why couldn't I have waited for Chris?


(Pause)


EARL:  (Softly sings.)  And there’s a rose in the fisted glove and the eagle flies with the dove... And if you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with, love the one you’re with, love the one you’re with, love the one you’re...


ALEX:  (Stops him singing.)  Alright.  You'll do.


EARL:  So...I can stay?


(Beat)


ALEX:  Yes.  You can stay.


(Beat)


EARL:  And I can clean your pipes?


ALEX:  You already have.


EARL:  Not those pipes.


(Beat)


ALEX:  OH!  Right...right.  (Handing him the wrench.)  Yes.  You can clean my pipes.


(BLACKOUT.)




SCENE 3


(Same living room.  Now present is a photo of Earl, in plumber's outfit under a tuxedo, with Alex, in the same dress she wore in Scenes 1 and 2, and their three children...their three ugly (very ugly) children.  Alex suspiciously enters the room with the wrench.  She stops in the room and looks at the wrench.  Earl comes in through the front door without her noticing.  He watches her as she stares at the wrench and nods.  She moves.)


EARL:  Alex?


ALEX:  (Quickly hiding the wrench behind her back.)  Earl!  Darling!  What are you doing...here?


EARL:  What are you doing here?  


(Pause.) 


EARL:  Were you...were you going to destroy the pipes?


ALEX:  I...uh...


(Pause.)


EARL:  You still love him.  


ALEX:  What?  Who?


EARL:  Chris!


ALEX:  Don't be silly.  I was just...


EARL:  You were going to destroy the pipes, make a service call, and get Chris over here!


ALEX:  No...I...


EARL:  I know about the coffee.


(Beat)


ALEX:  What?


EARL:  The coffee.  His coffee!  His coffee with a touch of Hazelnut creamer, but not too much because it makes it too sweet, so he tops the rest off with 2% milk, and it's the good stuff, you know, like Zeke’s Coffee Mobtown Espresso, which is that Italian style Espresso that’s a 3 bean blend and is roasted to create a traditional dark, rich and smooth espresso with great...crema.  That coffee.You think I haven't seen you making it in the last few weeks?  You think I haven't smelled it while I was in the shower smelling great coffee as I'm drying off afterward, but knowing you've been tossing it down the sink the moment before I enter the room?  And then you hand me that instant crap?  


ALEX:  I haven't...


EARL:  I know it for a fact.


ALEX:  You can't prove it.


EARL:  Alex, I've checked the pipes.


ALEX:  You...you what?


EARL:  I...I checked the pipes.


ALEX:   You...


EARL:  Yes!  I opened up the pipes underneath the sinks, looked inside, and found the remains of the grounds of the Zeke's coffee you've been using.  


ALEX:  Those grounds don't prove anything.  They could be any kind of coffee and...


EARL:  Alex, please stop lying.  It belittles us both.  I do the plumbing for a lot of people, a lot of powerful, smart people.  I took the grounds to a local chemist who's pipes I adjusted and fixed (for a good price) and he agreed to analyze the grounds for me in his laboratory...and he told me they were, in fact, those very same grounds you use to make Chris's coffee.


ALEX:  That sounds awfully complicated.  Is that true?


EARL:  Who cares if it's true.  I can tell by your eyes right now that it is!  


ALEX:  Oh, Earl I...I...I...it's true!


(Pause.)


EARL:  Why, Alex?  Why?  We've built a life together.  We got past the raw sewage smell that was here the first few months.


ALEX:  IT'S STILL HERE!


EARL:  Sure, it's still here, but we got used to it.  It's only when we take a breath, a deep breath, that we really notice it, like the smell of feces in the primate house in the zoo!  At first it's overwhelming, but you get used to it, and you only notice it when you take a deep breath again.  Still, that's what marriages are like; just like the half-life stink of raw sewage, and the smell of the primate house, we started out with stink on us, but we got used to the stink from our awkward beginning.  So the solution is never take too deep a breath, or else the old stink overwhelms you.  We got to just keep breathing normally and not breathe in all that old crap again.  (Beat.)  


ALEX:  I don't know...


EARL:  Look!  (Grabs the photo of the family.)  We have built a family.  We have children!  Three children.


ALEX:  Three ugly (very ugly) children!


EARL:  Sure!  Sure they're ugly (very ugly) children, but their our children!  We raised them!  We brought them up in this raw sewage stained place where we first met and conceived them, and that might have doomed them to a life of total disability, but we can't change the past.  We have to accept our past mistakes in order to build a brighter future.  We've long ago cleaned out the raw sewage.  It's just the smell that's left...and maybe some trace elements of some other caustic materials, but for the most part our lives are now clean.  Please.  Don't throw away all the effort we put into our lives.  Don't destroy what we've cleaned up by covering it in fresh shit.  Please.  I beg of you.


(Long pause)


ALEX:  I...


(The front door explodes open.  It's Chris.)


CHRIS:  Alex?!  Alex!


ALEX:  Chris?!


CHRIS:  (Not seeing Earl.)  Alex, I've missed you.  Every time I came here for my weekly service call to clean up your absurd messes while you were wearing your more-than-revealing negligees I longed to tell you how I pined for you every time I went home to my awful girlfriend, Gina.  I stayed faithful to her only out of a deep-seeded Catholic upbringing that encouraged me to be faithful to my first love.  And despite her wonderful posture, gorgeous face, heaving breasts, and melodious laugh, all of it, over time, started to seem ugly to me.  Her posture, no matter how straight and elegant, seemed like an old craggy woman, or witch, her gorgeous face like a door mat I wouldn't wipe my feet on, and her laugh started to sound like the hoarse laugh of a streetside meth addict...all because she wasn't you...and she didn't know how to make that wonderful, wonderful coffee!  You know the coffee?  The coffee.  My coffee!  My coffee with a touch of Hazelnut creamer, but not too much because it makes it too sweet, so I could top the rest off with 2% milk, and it's the good stuff, you know, like Zeke’s Coffee Mobtown Espresso, which is that Italian style Espresso that’s a 3 bean blend and is roasted to create a traditional dark, rich and smooth espresso with great...crema.  That coffee.  I thought of the smell of that coffee every time I looked at our children, our three gorgeous (very gorgeous) children, and realized they weren't the children I could of had with you, and, from the looks of your wonderful hips, the children we could still have!  So, I've come back here, not a service call to clean your pipes...but on a personal service call...to clean.  Your.  Pipes.  What do you say?!


(Pause.)


EARL:  Ahem...


CHRIS:  (Seeing Earl.)  Earl?  What are you doing here?  Service call?  (Beat.  To Alex.)  Have you been bringing Earl out here on service calls?!  (Chris notices the photo.)  Oh...oh...you two are...and you have three ug...uh...children.  


EARL:  Yeah.


ALEX:  Yeah...


(Long pause.)


CHRIS:  I don't care!  Alex!  I still love you!  Run away with me.  Run away from Earl, his prosaic metaphors, which I assume he still uses, his propensity for 1970s rock love songs, and his eternal devotion to wearing that plumber's outfit.  Run away from this home, the raw sewage after-smell I can clearly detect, and your three children...your three ugly (very ugly) children.  Come away with me!


(Pause)


EARL:  You can go, Alex.  Do what you must do...for you.  I'll understand.


CHRIS:  Yes, Alex!  Come with me!


(Pause.)


ALEX:  No, Chris.  I'll stay.


CHRIS:  You'll stay?


ALEX:  Yes.


CHRIS:  But...but it smells here.  It's clearly still unsanitary even though there is no site of raw sewage.  And your children are ugly...so very, very ugly.


ALEX:  All of that may be true, but I am staying.


CHRIS:  Oh well...


ALEX:  Go home, Chris.  Go home to your wife, your gorgeous children, and your glorious life.  Go home and realize what you have.


CHRIS:  But I don't know what I have!


ALEX:  Well, I'm not the one who can help you with that.  Only you can.  (Sings.) And there’s a rose in the fisted glove and the eagle flies with the dove... And if you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with, love the one you’re with, love the one you’re with, love the one you’re...


(Beat.)


CHRIS:  I see.  You're a lucky man, Earl.


EARL:  I know.


CHRIS:  Goodbye, Earl.


EARL:  Goodby, Chris.


CHRIS:  Goodbye, Alex.


ALEX:  Goodbye, Chris.


(Chris leaves.)


EARL:  Thank you for staying.


(Beat.)


ALEX:  Would you clean my pipes?


(Earl grabs the wrench.  He walks toward the kitchen.)


EARL:  Okay.


(Alex stops him.  Takes the wrench.  Tosses it aside.)


ALEX:  Not those pipes, silly.


EARL:  Oh...  OH!  Yes.  Yes, I will clean.  Your.  Pipes.  Gladly!


(THE END)