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ACT I<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n FADE TO BLACK:<\/strong><\/p>\n FADE TO MOVIE SCREEN DISPLAYING BALCONY:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n we open on a man in his thirties standing on the balcony, he looks out at the city as fairy lights twinkle in his eyes and all over frame. the audience is becoming restless \u2014 they want blood. the man turns to us, staring down the camera with a smile.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n BALCONY<\/strong><\/p>\n No balcony.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n there is no longer a balcony, the man falls through the flags of denmark, canada, england and mexico. the audience cheers \u2014 the man is only to be saved by a large pile of dollars. he pats himself to be sure he is not hurt then gets up and walks away to: a scorched new york \u2014 the audience boos but also gives a standing ovation as we see our film screen getting bigger and bigger: \u201cTHE END\u201d it proclaims.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n BALCONY<\/strong><\/p>\n No balcony.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n WE FADE TO BLACK:<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n ACT II CONTRA LE BALCON<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n As the sun sets, families roost on balconies. Like pigeons. Unlike pigeons.\u00a0<\/em>They flock <\/em>to the cheering, pounding pots and pans with the backs of wooden spoons.<\/em><\/p>\n Scene 1:<\/strong><\/p>\n [From somewhere in the hot zone]<\/strong><\/p>\n The Balcony stares at the high tower of Empire with its constantly shifting candy-colored dreams. Is the Empire attempting to communicate its state of needs, its state of reclining beyond the unknown unknown, its antenna calling forth tik-tok-ing times that touch the empty but deep blue sky, as if trying to remember something it has lost or never really had?<\/p>\n Time to take our tempo-sure!<\/p>\n We Zapatistas have always worn our masks.<\/p>\n To cover ourselves from the spittle of Empire states.<\/p>\n Scene 2:<\/strong><\/p>\n [The Balcony stands and sings]<\/strong><\/p>\n Stop plaguing me with your faulty questions, stop plaguing me with your aping power demands, stop plaguing me with your overreaching wildfires and flaming fake-outs. Apocalypse was worth a smoke once. Now even that song is no longer worth the transmission it came in on:<\/p>\n Oh Empire, Oh Empire(s), your just-in-time scales don\u2019t make a lick of sense now, or even then, or the day after tomorrow. You are just another care-worn virus too ill even to infect itself.<\/p>\n [A very long Pinter pause]<\/strong><\/p>\n Scene 3:<\/strong><\/p>\n [The Balcony whispers to the balcony next door]<\/strong><\/p>\n We are all related to tinny-tiny-things that touch-us-with-out-us; they are more us than we are. We sing of the body eclectic and await our self-imposed care to open our doors, our pots and pans, our hallways, our codes, our slow drifts, our contagious etymologies:<\/p>\n care (v)<\/strong><\/p>\n Old English carian, cearian “be anxious or solicitous; grieve; feel concern or interest,” from Proto-Germanic *karo- “lament,” hence “grief, care” (source also of Old Saxon karon “to lament, to care, to sorrow, complain,” Old High German charon “complain, lament,” Gothic karon “be anxious”), said to be from PIE root *gar- “cry out, call, scream” (source also of Irish gairm “shout, cry, call;” see garrulous).<\/p>\n Scene 4:<\/strong><\/p>\n [The Balcony washing its hands while singing: \u201cI’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair\u201d]<\/strong><\/p>\n No matter what orange stupidities crawl out of Empire\u2019s faulty towers trumpeting.<\/p>\n We Dis(c)obedience dal balcones will continue to become attuned to other colors out of space beyond your Empire\u2019s overreaching quarantinas-without-vision.<\/p>\n We Balconies will continue to sing our endless songs, our revolutionary shouts and pings:<\/p>\n \u201cOther worlds are possible even in impossible times!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"We Balconies will continue to sing our endless songs, our revolutionary shouts and pings:\r\n\u201cOther worlds are possible even in impossible times!\u201d","protected":false},"menu_order":0,"template":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imaginedtheatres.com\/api\/wp\/v2\/theatres\/737"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imaginedtheatres.com\/api\/wp\/v2\/theatres"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imaginedtheatres.com\/api\/wp\/v2\/types\/theatre"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.imaginedtheatres.com\/api\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=737"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Soundtrack: <\/strong>Pigeons Are Black Doves<\/em> (2017, Cauleen Smith)\r\nWord-images projected onto La Isla de Manhattan:<\/strong><\/pre>\n
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Photographer #1<\/strong> (click, cluck):\r\nMerciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii\r\niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii\r\n\r\nHorns honk (solidarity sans PPE).<\/em>\r\n\r\nPhotographer #2<\/strong> (casi unx cacerolerx; six degrees____________six feet of separation):\r\nReality, TV?! \u201cWho was that unmasked Man?!\u201d \r\n\r\nThe numbers<\/strong> (\u201cWhat a roaring!\u201d):\r\n
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\r\n\r\nChorus:<\/strong> Twinkle, twinkle,\r\n<\/em> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 as Empire is to State,\r\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 allusion is to illusion.\r\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cThe beginning is near.\u201d\r\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Dum, dum.\r\n<\/em> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 TAN, TAN\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/strong>ACT III<\/strong><\/span><\/pre>\n