"Puccini Under"A play by Barry Martin. Copyright by the author May 24, 2011.
(This version was presented in a staged reading in Napa, CA in April 2012.)
a cold fatal silence, a chill which turns me to ice!
And I, who was used to the voluptuous caress
of burning lips and passionate arms, now have something quite different!
gay, secluded, white,as a sweet dream of peace and love”
You're supposed to know.
You need me to say…?
You must, you must believe me! Everything depends on it!
I am always word perfect.
Fine with me.
Fine with me.
That far back?
You must, you must believe me! It all depends! On it!
That is my line! That is the line you gave me!
The meaning of this play? That’s a good question. I usually think I’ve figured it out by now, but this one’s all over the place, what is the meaning of this play?
He won’t know what it means until he wrote it! (More laughs.)
Do you know that feeling when, so suddenly, someone walks into your life and you know you're life will never be the same again?
Leroy had the power to make you believe.
I have not, stay out of it.
What is a story without love?
That is so selfish – so YOU! To think your love is greater, more profound -
What does it say that you're stuck on this little fling -
Think about it – it was nothing but a trifle.
Love is – I want her to be happy.
What, what did I say?
That was loving. That was about her. And then it was about you again – you want to hold her hand, you want to see her smile.
What's wrong with that?
Nothing wrong with it, but it's not love, it's your need.
But I – I just –
Think of something you love.
Obviously. Now – these things you love – do you possess them?
And do you love them any less?
Why? Why is it not the same? Can you not love a person as you love a Picasso canvas, or “Nessun Dorma”? Unilateral love, fully committed love, without reservation or expectation? A love that gives and has purity, a transcendent love truly from the soul?