Ralph Eugene, Meatyard Romance: Boy with a hand-doll.
Elaine WangMeatyard Romance, Act I Scene I (Eason, a 10-year-old boy, stands in the center of the stage amidst several aspen trees. He speaks as he cradles a broken doll and a plastic arm.)Eason : You’re probably going around thinking, here we go, just another 10-year-old child playing with dolls collecting trophies building his imaginary kingdom. You’ve been through that age, you think. You remember those times when the world only exists as if in a snow globe, the skies perpetually blue and the passersby little nutcracker figurines, there only to win a peck on the cheek and a passing droplet of a smile from you. But no, I’m not just any 10-year-old child. I’m smart. I see things. I see the egotistic trappings that jail most people as you get older. Human comfort is the rope that you tie around your waist since the moment you were born. With time, it tightens around you, pushing, dragging, what makes you squeeze out a smile everyday as the sun comes up and the grass turns purple and look at everything as if it has meaning. Look at you, churning like factory machines, sticking only to what you know like