There’s something happening. To me. To you. Trees bow towards us when we walk together. The constellation Orion has ceased to exist. Flies grow spontaneously from garbage and rotting meat. Genetic research invents a cabbage with the mind of a dolphin. My muscles atrophy. Your husband sleeps with a woman half his age. Your son dies in a tragic accident. We blow cumulonimbus clouds from the bottom of our lungs onto unsuspecting strangers. The earth’s temperature suddenly becomes completely stable and refuses to change. All the Catholic Saints visit a single woman in Pakistan, who has no idea who they are.
About Me
- Freeman
- Matthew Freeman is a Brooklyn based playwright with a BFA from Emerson College. His plays include THE DEATH OF KING ARTHUR, REASONS FOR MOVING, THE GREAT ESCAPE, THE AMERICANS, THE WHITE SWALLOW, AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR, THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVE, WHEN IS A CLOCK, GLEE CLUB, THAT OLD SOFT SHOE and BRANDYWINE DISTILLERY FIRE. He served as Assistant Producer and Senior Writer for the live webcast from Times Square on New Year's Eve 2010-2012. As a freelance writer, he has contributed to Gamespy, Premiere, Complex Magazine, Maxim Online, and MTV Magazine. His plays have been published by Playscripts, Inc., New York Theatre Experience, and Samuel French.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
From the new play
Thought I'd share a little passage from what I'm currently working on.
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8 comments:
The last sentence made me laugh out loud. Caused a round of cubicle prairiedogging over here.
Hmmm. Magic realism stylee, as is yer wont. Neato.
I want more. Let us know when it's done.
Looks cool. Looking forward to reading more.
ameliorist twaddle. more erotic tragedy, please.
Anonymous! You're so mean when no one knows who you are!
And c'mon, Cabbage with a Dolphin's brain? That's one erotic AND tragic image.
This is great! I'll buy it! How much? "Pay what you want"?
I never saw no cabbage with a head like a lamb. I never saw an underwater lion. I never met a dolphin who could breathe in outer space. i never wondered where and whither we went.
All there is is divorce and divorce and divorce.
I like it
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