Refugee from Hell

This is my first attempt at a speech for the Traitor and to try to understand why someone would betray a perfect world.

TRAITOR: I’ve seen the flesh. Ash-dusted broken bodies
the ash from flesh, itself ruined peoples
condemned to hell of which no poet dreamt
and sentencing in turn in usury
of soul and pain and endless cyclic wrongs
born on us in blood and to blood return
returning as I must to place of birth.

The last Desert

Another unconnected fragment.

The last remaining characters in search of the traitor find themselves in an empty bright space.

SEE: It’s a desert at the end of the world
my shadow should be black, here it burns blue.

Escape from blindness

This is as yet unconnected to the rest of the play. The material here may come in again near the end.

This is a speech by one of the characters who has their sight altered by the traitor. Then it begins to snow.

Each drifting flake adds some depth of vision.
Where papered scenes, laid flat like strips of card
with ink-scratch trees hung over folded shrubs
and all the sights felt touchable by hand
as if a sheet were pressed against my face,
moved as I moved, shook as I shook my head
desperate to dislodge it, hid as I blinked
returned, went smooth away before my reach.
Trapped in a prison of two dimensions.
But now the snow! By ones, hundreds, millions
in all it’s uncounted variety
they fill the space! Depth! Sight! All my senses!
Let infinite patterns fall, each crystal
un-dreamt of by the rest, each slow descent
it’s stuttering, swooping chaos-touched flight
Fall! I’ll navigate by this madness right.

Act Two

Here is the teams reaction to the disaster at the end of Act One. This is the current leading edge of the play.

Act Two

SPEAK: Oh talk about the bishops killer. Fuck.

The End of Act One

This is the Engineers speech at the end of act one. This is meant to set up the challenge for the rest of the play.

In the halls of a western power.

This is my first attempt at the teams first mission. It proved to be  a bit more difficult than I had expected.

SENSE: The regular latticed information

known things and easily graph-able acts

can be perceived by any future sight

we are sent for those things that lie between

the understanding of action, motion

and deed.

Engines Of Capital

This takes us into the first mission. It’s meant to be one of three. The complexities of the interellating events has stalled me on Act One so far.

This does show the first instance of the time travel method though. Something of which am a little proud.

The Factors gather

Meet The Gang

This introduces the Main characters and takes us to the beginning of the first mission.

ENGINEER:               Just talking to myself

It’s a tradition in the old and mad

The First Page

A Traitor in Time

Scene One

ENGINEER: Look. The Dodo walks on Mauritius

scratching round on its beach. Made and un-made

as with the whales that throng the southern sea

a hump-backed crook-billed history straightened out.

A Traitor in Time

This is my attempt to write a long form play in iambic pentameter in the space of a month.

Each day I will be uploading my new writing. About 45 to 50 lines of Iambic Pentameter per day, hopefully ending up with a play between one and two hours long.

My first mission is to work out how many syllables are in ‘Mauritius’.