When writing my absurd dramatic scene I tried to base my main focus on the absurd, out of the ordinary and it’s difficult to understand. I took inspiration for my scene from this week’s reading of Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett. I really enjoyed this script as the absurd qualities intrigued me to figure out the message or the meaning, despite Beckett being known to have apparently written it with no direct aim of meaning as he stated ‘I produce an object. What people make of it is not my concern’ (ref).
However I still enjoyed it because I was allowed to make it whatever I wished. Beckett’s Waiting for Godot also has similar characteristics to the myth of Sisyphus as it also has absurd characteristics. However, the myth of Sisyphus questions the absurdity of life, as you are only able to be fully happy in life if you are aware of your situation and accept things for how they are. Although, the repetition of pushing a boulder up a hill, relates to Beckett as they repeatedly wait for Godot.
When thinking of my idea to write a dramatic scene I tried to think of something unique to me and others; dreams. Dreams are something that are unique for every individual and they rarely ever make sense, so I remembered a dream that had stuck with me purely due to how absurd it was for me. My original idea was there was a parallel universe and some people had discovered it existed, but the more they thought about the other world their eyes would fill with a green liquid as though their eyes became the eyes of those on the other side, taking over each individual. I adapted my original dream for an on stage performance and used stage direction to represent the other side coming through my characters. I left each character nameless and the topic avoided as much as I can, this idea came from Waiting for Godot as we don’t find out who Godot is or why they are waiting for them.
My Dramatic Scene:
Behind an abandoned building. 7pm.
A young man sits against the wall of the building bends his knees to his chest, lays them flat, raises them again, can’t seem to get comfortable, he stands.
Enter young woman, youngest man slowing to a stop, panting.
Young man: Finally! What took you so long? I thought I would be left alone.
Youngest man: still panting and wincing …we…we…
Young woman: she had regained her breath quicker We had to run because his parents were a bit trickier to lie to, that or he just can’t lie to save his life she roles her eyes
Young man: I forgot you couldn’t lie
Youngest man: has regained his breath and says with confidence Hey! I tried … very hard confidence wearing off slightly as he realises he cannot lie
They spend a few moments looking behind their shoulders, all three walking in a circle in union.
Young man: Okay, we haven’t got long, what are we going to do about this?
Young woman: well I’m not sure, we can’t directly talk about can we? Otherwise…
Youngest man: Don’t say it!
Young woman: I wasn’t going to!
Youngest man: well it sounded like you were going to
Young man: well she’s right, we cannot directly talk about it because otherwise they will know and they will come
They all fall silent. The youngest man shudders. The young woman and young man turn abruptly to stare at the youngest man as though he was about to explode.
Youngest man: What on earth are y-
Young woman: Oh thank goodness!
Youngest man: There was a slight chill-
Young man: Yes but we thought it could have been something else
Youngest man: Oh you thought they could see us
Young man and young woman shush him harshly
Youngest man: Okay okay! I know what’ll happen if I slip up, they won’t get through m-
Youngest man become suddenly rigid. A few seconds pass until the young man waves a hand in front of his face. Stage lights dim until a spotlight shines directly above the youngest man, causing his face to be distorted by shadows. The young man and young woman begin to panic, the young man slaps the youngest man across the face. Lights return to normal.
Youngest man: I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
Young woman: we need to be more careful
The young man begins to panic.
Young man: this isn’t good, this is not good, this isn’t going to end well
Young woman: You need to think about something else otherwise they will come!
Young man: I know but its difficult to not think abo-
The lights dim as they did for the youngest man, spotlight casting shadows on his face.
Youngest woman: Oh no!
The youngest woman slaps him across the face. Lights return to normal.
The youngest woman begins to panic, bringing her hands to her head as though to stop her brain from thinking.
Youngest woman: We NEED to stop thinking about it! She points at the youngest man You’re going to get us killed! She points at the young man You were keeping me calm but you’re a mess!
Youngest man: Everybody calm down!! They will find us if we are scared! Everyone smile, keep smiling and you will eventually be happy.
They all smile ridiculously, no emotion in their eyes. They seem to have calmed.
Youngest man: This is going to work
Youngest man: This is perfect
Youngest woman: Well done!
They exit with ridiculous smiles on their faces, only lighting is spotlights following them off stage.
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett
The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus