... MARSHALL. her father PAULA MARSHALL, her sister MIRIAM MARSHALL, her sister THE DUNLOP FAMILY: BOO DUNLOP FERD DUNLOP, his father MUD DUNLOP, his mother OTHERS: FATHER DELANEY THE DOCTOR MATTHEW, son of BEnE and BOO Copyright© 1973 SCENE 1...

... the idea of change a possibility for the characters in another play. But it is just the sense of time, place, or cause, so necessary to provoking dissatisfaction and rebellion, that is lost in Fugard's world. Boesman and Lena only know the mud of the Swartkops on which they are perpetual...

.... my impulse was right And there was such a lot of noise just a my timing awful moment ago. my heart was full The rain has stopped. my head was slow, painfully, humanly, The mud is drying. tragically slow. Caissons...

... at the foot of straw mats for kneeling. In the center is a trampled down area of the hill, clinging to one another. At the end of the scene they move the chorus, and next to Creon's fortress stands a paddock for the to the paddock and water the cow. Their masks are made of mud women of the Eurydice group...

...-white area close to the centre of the city. The mud flats, where Boesman and Lena confront each other, is at a point seven miles outside the city where the Swartkops River flows into the sea. The other places referred to in the latter play-Kleinskool, Veeplaas, Missionvale etc.-are shanty...

... them in waves In midnight’s utter dark it would climb The voice of the slime in the ear of the ant the rim, seeking to mitigate in starlight voiced its apologies. “What manner of fear unbearable. “What a chaade,” it cried mud are you...

...! 1st WORKER: The mud. Gonna drown FOREMAN: Move that horse! 1st WORKER: Get his face. Pull! FOREMAN: Stupid. It’s just stupid! 1st WORKER: Reach him. Please. FOREMAN: Pull! Pull! Goddamn mud. 1st WORKER: Mud. FOREMAN: You don’t move...

... was what I wanted all along: the cool torpor, mud closing my mouth and eyes. Doctor: Children, be glad! I know those answers. Soon my voice alone will be heard in the land. Marie’s Ghost: Savior, savior, spare my soul! I’ll wash...

...,” in exposing its horrors and indignities, those issues so prominent in postwar literature. In trenches and bunkers of bare mud or wood-sheathed walls eaten by yellow mold, recounting the “truth about the war” was relegated to the margins...

... has “disap- the rain, a momentary stillness enshrouds the Photos pear[ed] under the grey ocean.” He laments the stage. It is empty. The music goes silent. A cas- loss of the countryside, crying that there cade of strings tumbles down from the top of remains nothing but the “mud of our time...

... into 105 hansel the theater and thinking, “Oh, my god, what that seems in synch with your sensibility—with have these people done!” But of course there are Mud, it’s realism without being realism. always surprises. Maria Striar gave a perfor- What...

... in 1948, he had walls of glass. Tiresias and Cadmus, naked old men dripping with crystallized his views on "epic" acting. His actors subordinated mud, were first discovered under the white planks of the floor. A their performances to the story by using "bridge verses." They contraption on wheels...

... to buried Polyneices poured without anyone Creon. A part of the city has been swallowed 66 antigone by mud (we hope it’s mud). A lahar it is called. Is this a god’s dog’s doing or what? Pause. A small unpleasant animal...

... with your breath and I feel the off to school. dampness of mud on my . . . and I feel the dampness of mud on my SCENEXI - THEINTERROGATION; -whiskers. SCHOOLROOM #2: I...

...- will. quy is almost Hamlet-like: Alternative desires also form the fabric of Drexler’s Delzcute Feelings. It portrays two women, lovers, friends and roommates who make Folks, once again, fool is pitted against fool in the foul dream- ends meet by working as mud wrestlers in the Incognito Club...

...! gotowar I’m essential to instruct the another evacuee Sure . . . mud, blood, the recruits! death of our buddies . . . to have suffered it all...

... after his cannot identify, and more traditional, Intosh’s dignity, as well as her fierceness, blinding comes as a surprise, for instead “expressive” acting. This uneasy blend give one the only hint of the demented of being covered in blood, mud streams may well be Schechner’s version...

...! mounting. (He comes to) Who am I? Where am I? (At the door) Knock, Knock. Ivan Ivanovich Now who's at the door? The 1st of May (unth. a poster MAY 1, THE FREE LABOUR DAY) Those who laze between dream and bliss Please Go and clean up the mud and snow...

..., among others, that moves the viewer out of his or her accustomed habitation American playwriting by and large is apolitical, concerned as relentlessly and inexorably as a wall of mud. Wellman’s with the private, personal, and domestic, fingerpainting subject is often simply language itself...

.... started slinging mud at each other in a series of ar- What Ijnd disheartening is that we’ve been talk- ticles, it escalated, andpeople thought, we can sell ing about thisfor more than twenty-jve years. The thisprizejght, and they did It was really depressing. playwrights Maria Irene Fornes...