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Process of creation of a modern

absurdist play
An exploration of the process of creation of a modern
absurdist play, which integrates and reflects existential
though on contemporary issues
Acknowledgements
I would firstly like to acknowledge and thank my dissertation supervisor Dr Sreenath Nair, for his
support and guidance.
I give regards to my housemate, cousin and best friend Victoria Clements, whom I have shared my
university experience with. She helped me with motivation, concentration and even procrastination,
which increased my morale. I also owe some thanks to my two other housemates Elli Andersen and
Kayleigh Playford for their aid in procrastination.
I would like to thank all my family, though more specifically, my mother Christine, for not forcing me
to pay rent when living at home during university holiday time between semesters. My grandfather
who influenced my appreciation for whisky which also helped my study.
I would finally like to acknowledge two
Hollywood
names. First Jim Carrey, whose stand up comedy, hilarious films and physical humour assisted
the creation of my character Bob. Lastly I would like to thank music composer Howard Shore,
for his creation of the film score to Peter Jackson's The Lord of the Rings trilogy, which gave
assistance my process of writing.
Godot Waiting for Godot
R&GAD Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
Didi Vladimir
GoGo Estragon
Ros Rosencrantz
Guil Guildenstern
To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at
this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it
is too late! Let us represent worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What
do you say?... Is it true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a
credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflection, or
else he slinks away into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing
here, that is the question.
(Beckett, 1956; 79-80)
ACT I
IT IS DUSK, AND SOMEWHAT DARK ON AN URBAN STREET. ON STAGE YOU CAN CLEARLY
SEE THREE STREET LAMPS LIT UP, A PHONE BOX AND A BENCH. THERE IS COLOURFUL
GRAFFITI SCRAWLED ACROSS MANY OF THE WALLS AND LITTER (RANGING FROM EMPTY
PIZZA BOXES, MAGAZINES AND CONDOMS) SCATTERED OVER THE FLOOR. EVERY FEW
SECONDS THERE ARE FAINT SOUNDS OF CARS, SIRENS AND HORNS. A MAN IS SLEEPING
ON THE BENCH.
Three separate lights shine straight down acting as street lights. A public pay phone placed stage
right, is also lit up. There is a self-changing poster display in between the stage right and centre
stage street lamp, and a wooden bench in between the centre stage and stage left lamp. In the
poster display there is a large poster of a man's face.
Bob is a man in his late 30s/early 40s. He is clean shaven and has matted hair and wears dirty navy
jeans, torn in several places. Bob has a stained maroon chequered jacket, which has an old
embroidered tag on the left breast saying BOB' and is also wearing a pair of black fingerless gloves.
BOB: (Pretending to be asleep) Bob. Will you please (opens eyes) SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
Closes eyes and tries to get back to sleep, wiggling and changing position on the bench.
Small pause.
BOB: Arrgh. (Sits up) Bollocks to ye'. Inconsiderate bastard. (Mumbling) Wake me up I'll wake you
up don't wanna wake up
Stands up, yawns, stretches out and scratches chin. A black bag of waste is thrown onto stage left.
BOB: BREAAAAAAAAAAAAK FAST!
Runs to the bag and searches it.
BOB: Ooo bananas chickengum! (Puts it in his mouth, then spits it out) No flavour left Aha!
MEAT loaf! Here you go Bob.
Throws a chunk of meat loaf to the bench and starts eating some himself.
BOB: And why are you not eating? Do you not like my cooking? ... I didn't put any god damn nuts in
it! So this is how it's gonna be is it? I slave in a hot kitchen for you all day, and this is the thanks I
get?
Whimpers with tears in his eyes.
Bob walks over to the bench and picks up meat loaf.
BOB: Well, then I'll just eat this, too!
A STREET LAMP FLICKERS WHILE THERE IS A
MOMENT OF SILENCE. BOB EATS THE MEAT LOAF AND THEN WIPES HIS HANDS ON HIS
JEANS.
BOB: What are our plans for today then? We could go down the supermarket and cause a
scene? Over a family pack of condoms being too damn expensive? Okay. Yeah, maybe the
third time this week wouldn't be as much fun Stands still for several seconds, deep in thought.
BOB: I've got it! Wanna trek over to the skate park and throw rocks and sticks at the
skaters, then run away before they can catch us?...
Paces in front of the bench.
BOB: WELL AT LEAST I'M TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING!!
Paces a few more steps.
BOB: YOOUUUU! ARE DOING NOTHING BUT STARE AT MEEE!!
Kicks the rubbish bag.
BOB: FINE! (Sarcastically) We'll just sit here are wait for inspiration! (Sits) It's not like
we have much else to do Or do we Do we have something to do?... But that is not the
question What are we doing here, Bob?... MEH, I can think of that later! I always do! Did you
ever have a family, Bob? Wife? Kids?... Yeah, me neither but there was this one time (Chuckles) I
followed this woman for nearly two weeks! Ha ha So she was kinda like my wifeNah, she clicked
on that I was following her I nearly saw her naked one time though! But she spotted me looking
through her bathroom window C'est la vie. (Smugly) That's French you know Umm, no you
don't!... That's a lie! You just lied!... (Stands Up) Uh! YOU LIAR! No I'm NOT over reacting! You're
under reacting! What has my beard got to do with anything?! You're jealous!... GO TO HELL!
Freaking moron I'm not talking to you anymore!
Silence.

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