Because MXTW is a teaching program, each year some pieces are more derivative than others of the models embodying the styles our student authors have studied in preparing their scripts. In some scripts, there are even borrowed lines.
Naturally, MXTW's copyright claim does not extend to those elements of these scripts.
That said, you are free to use these in performance ON THREE CONDITIONS:
* You acknowledge the influences, the workshop authors, and the MXTW copyright
* You provide a citation to mxtw.org
* You notify us – at mxtw AT mxtw DOT org – of the dates and times of your performances
If at all possible, we would like to attend your performance or to see a recording.
DREAM EATER'S MANIFESTO
Written & performed by the Company
Directed by the directing team
Under our the influence of Marinetti and other Futurists
This summer I sat at home in front of my computer. Sometimes I fall asleep and then fall out of my chair under the computer desk. It’s loads o’ fun.
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I have breathed like a swing. My arms were windmills. I have expanded my thighs. I have expanded my thighs. I have developed new lies. I have developed new lies. I have squeezed large pies. I have squeezed large pies. I have wrenched my body I have wrenched my body I have wrenched my body In the following section, pick your favorite two statements and say them in any order you like. I moved like Mr. Rogers. I have threatened to kill I have burned like a soul I have found myself in positions I have heard myself talk like My talent, like Pandora’s I have run like a car crash aftermath I have tasted the dirty dust. I have spun in circles like a I wish that I could float like a I have crawled under I have yawned like a lion. My blood, sweat, and spit has My movements were a I have spoken like a drip from I have yelled till the Gods got My voice was an obnoxious I was a crab with herpes. |
I have decided to get sweet revenge. I will finish my quest for the mystical lizard of thought. To achieve this I will walk through rivers and forests. Climb mountains and hills. Doing epic battle with my foes, I will declare my high intentions to the earth.
Dream Eaters Manifesto
1. We intend to sing of triumph of will, optimism, hope, depression, intentions, faults, patience, impatience, humor, peace, unity, equality, and bathing.
2. We will destroy materialism, smelling bad, obsession, stagnant behavior, quaker oats, sheep like behavior, pomp, sex, beauty, suicide, closed minds, overly open minds, disney, beauty pageants and MTV.
3. In our theater, the audience will be scared, changed, affected, confused. They will experience shock, amazement, disbelief. Some will wet their pants. Or go home and make sweet love with their lovers.
4. Focus, dedication, enjoyment, punctuality, amazement, scariness, thought, insult, simplicity, crayola crayons, and sarcastic realization will be essential elements in our theater.
5. The audience shall be terrified, disgusted, and cleansed. They will find enlightenment only amongst themselves. We will purge the world of traditional musicals forever. It will change their lives forever. They will no longer stand to live in one society. Eventually they will have to live alone in the woods as hermits.
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7. In our theater, we will tell the audience the fire exits are there…and there.
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9. Our audiences will be speechless, completely entertained, reduced to sniveling pulp, enlightened by our wisdom. They will commit acts of unmediated Christian charity or violence. They will shit themselves. They will cry. They will make them step back. They will consider how they have treated other people. They will cry.
10. Damn the robots.
11. We will say pretty much anything we want. Spandex is like a constant hug. It’s HOT HOT HOT! We can also keep our mouths shut.
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12. The audiences will hate what we do. They will never come back and they will throw tomatoes at us. Our theater will fester in the subconscious of our audiences. It will stun them. It will lay them out flat. It will castrate their thoughts then sew it all back together with silver thread. They will love it and want more.
My voice is hollow like a glass, my eyes are deep like a tunnel. My body will be the electric synapses running through the brains of theater. My voice spreads like a disease.
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Society tells us we cannot change the world. That is a lie. We are our own world. We change daily. After all, I never wear the same shirt three days in a row.
