Forest Drama and Performance workshop and the great success

Dear friends,
absolutely we have done it, we made what looks impossible to realize possible...
and that was possible because we are a unique Drama group....
I want to thank and congratulate every one of you, for the massive performances during the Fringe 2007...
you were great.
peace and love.
Ras Babi

Friday 24.08.2007/ forest cafe / Chant on Babylon /

my dears...
let us bring our best for this coming lovely night, we are going to have the whole place for us from 8 till close...
I am working on The Mirror Faces The Screen with some of you, I would love if the others can give their support and encouragement to them...
if you want to be part of what is going on join us on next Monday at 9 and try to find ras babi....

we are peaceful people, do not forget it, when it comes to Chant on Babylon, create for peace, love and harmony, our world is full of negative energy let us try to balance it with positive energy...
my love to you all beautiful ones.
ras babi

For the Fringe2007- Wake up/ a play by Ras Babi

Radio: [to be repeated as audience enter]
In dreaming...
in your dream
you can have what you want
every thing is possible....
[strong drumming and smoke, radio stops]

Crowd: [shouting and moving their hands up and down]
[All] Hallelujah
[All] Hallelujah

[1] Hera
[2] hora
[3] Aura
[4] hols
[5] mullah

[All] Media is around

[Chant]
here
here
blah
blah
blah [Quieting down as clown enters...]

[Clown enters the place riding his feet, when the crowd sees him, they keep calm, he moves around the place, sniffing it, then, suddenly he says. Crowd position behind clown and freeze-frame]


Clown:
[Crowd gesture together]
seekers
sect
scat
sec ta


[Crowd freeze-frame]
what is your story ugly ones?
what kind of conspiracy is going on here?

[Crowd individual gestures]
aha
yum
bum
cum

[Crowd freeze-frame]
tell me, what is going on?
I know you do not know..., till I teach you...

Crowd: [Reanimated, whilst gathering around the clown]

[Chanting...]
[1] teach us
[2] educate us
[3] tell us who is our new master?
[4] can we buy our freedom?
[5] how much does it cost?

Clown:
peace talk
[Crowd quieten down to listen to Clown]
make peace
[Crowd start touching each other, lovingly]
why do you fukkk?
[Crowd stop, startled, and listen again]

if you want to fart....
use condoms...
[Crowd amused, but attentive... note-taking, embarrassed, etc.]

do as your Mamie tells you
and this place will smell excellent, excellencies!!!

[Crowd confused, looking about...]

do not you understand?
if you do not...
ask for help
we are here to help you...
we love smooth stuff
now...
I forgot
any volunteer
ask me again,you will find your answers...
[Crowd looking at Clown attentively...]

Crowd:
[Pushing one forward, who says] who is our new master?
[Clown stares at him/her]
[All – repeatedly – directed to Clown and Audience] who bought us?

Clown:
sorry!!! [Crowd disperse and quieten down]
I did not mean U.G.L.Y. [Directed at one crowd member]
I wanted to ask...
are you angry? [To another]

Crowd: [Chanting, turning around to freeze]
blah
blah
blah

Clown: [To Audience, with radio music in background. Repeated.]
freedom of speech...
...it is your right
enjoy it...
you have no chains
you can leave if you want...

[Turning to look at Crowd]
stupid ones...,bye...
take care...
they never let me finish...
free information
for free...
newspapers for free
latest news...
the death of Babylon
who bought the forest cafe?
end of peace talk in Darfur...

Radio: [As Clown manipulates the Crowd]
sleep...
sleep...
your feet are cold
come closer...

[Crowd reanimating, slowly – as Clown cuts their strings]
let me heat you up
dream with me
dream for me
and sing

All: [Chanting whilst Radio continues. All move towards each other to hold hands in a circle]
my sweet dream
my sweat dream

Radio: in my dream
[All turn to face out, still turning in a circle, but stopping as each Crowd member speaks]
Crowd: [1] we built a new free space for art
Radio: for free
Crowd: [2] we fathered the forest Drama
Radio: for free
Crowd: [3] we cleaned the dishes

Radio: for free

dream with me
never let go
beautiful
what a dream

All: [Individually, slowly – continuing as a whisper while radio speaks] I must wake my self

Radio:
up
up
dreamers
that's it.
Hasta manana

All: [getting louder, to a shout, then stop - Boom] I must wake my self.
[Lights out, the radio farts, laughs, he leaves the Forest Cafe]

Sweet Dream

Me
Myself
My true desire
Just me.

Light.

What am i?

What are my options?

Am i this or that...?

Lift.
I ...up.....

...and OuT.

You had me, you knew me, -could you tell?
Could you taste it?

I deep sigh.

I wanted too much.
Wanted just enough.
Just a little bit.
A piece.
Of peace.

..And Light.
Where am i now?

So far that i am unclean?
Are my words betraying you?
Betraying the trust that i would always be ok?
How is YOUR drama?
Weak?
Need props?

I am empty.
And it is not enough for you......
Does my hurt help you?
shall i become the slave, the servant and the master?
--who would listen anyhow....
...you only have ears for yourself.....

Take me back to the garden, return my heart to the wilds, my mind to the revolution that i can see......in ordinary folk.
Sweep the streets,
drive the bus,
serve the coffee.

Fit in
and Reveal Yourself.

I am forced to need no-one....for that is the only one here with me now.

My friends are...like...masks....or...smoke

The wind has blown them away...and i see......


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