Mud Piea play for Buyer & Chorus of Realtors

larry goodell2012

Copyright © 2012 Larry Goodell

a duende play bookletpo box 571

placitas, new mexico 87043 USAlarrygood@comcast.net

Mud Pie

Buyer (dialogue to the left)

Realtors (chorus of 2 or 3 indented)

BUYERREALTORS

I want to buy.

I want to sell.

But I must sell before I buy.

We'll help you sell before you buy.

Then I won't cry?

You won't cry, you'll sell you'll buywe'll sell & sell.No one will cry.

I won't cry, I'll just sell before I buy,and buy big and buy bigger —be the biggest on the block, on the rock.

On the mesa.

Be the biggest on the hill, on the mesa, everywhere.

If we sell you won't cry.No one will cry if you buy.Everyone will sell & sell & you will buy.

But will I go to hell.

Just sell sell sell butno one goes to hell.We dwell in heavenwhere all is well.We all have moneyand we're funny,

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everything is the bestyou can tell.

Can I tellwhich way is hell?It must be there down below.I won't buy therewith the common ordinary slow.

No we're faster than a golden slipper.Faster than a diamond tiara, aware of denero.

You offer such a diamond tiaraand I know you are more than aware of denero.

We'll make all the arrangements forthe biggest masterpiece home on the block.

On the hill.

On the rock on the mountain on the mesayou'll stand out like a golden thumbstuck in everyone's eye.Now don't cryeverything is apple pie.

Oh I can sell& I can buyeverything is apple piecustard quiche & pesto.

Make pestoyour new manifesto.

Every castle on your blockevery masterpiece of pseudo-adobeexpresses the extreme self-righteous richlording it over the poor.

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I don't want to lord itover the poor.I just want to buy into the fake heavenled by youmy Land Grab Guru.

Yes we are your Land Grab Guruoh-oh oo-oowe'll get you in your piece of paradisewe'll get you into what can be true to you — equestrianparadise.

Oh piece, piece of paradiseway up in the skiesoverlooking all the pigs & chickens, donkeys & hopeof the lower, lowerold fashionedway of things.

You will be uplifted intoequestrian heaven:horses are where it's attip your hat.What good are pigs, chickens, turkeys,trailers & subsistence.

I go fastpast my pastsell to buyyour way of eye

all is viewwhen you're through

buy buy

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sell sellmake it jell

but I don't want to go to hell

don't worry,just a turning lane or twoto get up toyour piece of paradise – way up in the skies

my piece of paradisemy columned fake portal& clinging stuck-on vigaswill give me piece of mind

we'll provide youany piece you wantwe'll stick on anythingto make you happy.

Buy, buy?

sell sellwe promise you won'tgo to hell.Sign signmake it jell.

I want something bigin a place which is small

are you short are you fat are you thin are you tallwe don't carewe are just too big for our britchesand know we have it all – but sign

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sign?

sign on the linebuy

buy?

We love the environmentwe kiss it

kiss it?

with the spacious kiss of death.We pollute the hills & scenerywith human habitationand call it naturalexploitation.

buy, buy?

We sell we sellwe yell & ring the bell

But are youfrom hell.

Oh we are paradisebuilding buildingup in the skies.Sign, sign

Where's the dotted line.

We love Thoreau& wildernessthat's why we buildin it.

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Compartmentalized bathrooms withwater robbed from the Rio Grande &the mountain's only reservoirdeep deeper going where.

Everything istaken care ofmasterpiece suites& alarm systemseverything Southwestern fake.

I'll take it.BuyI'll buy.

You'll never crywe've improvedon Frank Lloyd Wrightform follows compunction.You've got to have gumption (aside)to infest the hills withhuman shitting souls.

Oh am I right tonot give a fig aboutgrowing lettuce tomatoes & squashor water fora gardenonly native plants &my eternal view

comfort, jacuzzisa masterpiece with kiva fireplacesonly the view!

I see it — there will always be a servant

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to shop for anything I need.I'll buy.

You're rightnot to put up a fight.

I'll join the hoards —that's the human way.

That's all there is to say. (fast)If you didn't signyou'd just be in our way.They've lined up to moved in.

Thank youI'll move inif there's no complication

Welcome!you've helped us in (aside)the Santafuckationof our little villageof what was a little village.

I'm glad to knowall is welland I won't go to hell.

You're in your bit of paradise – and we're investing elsewhere (aside)with your money.

That's funny.

Goodbyewe've other realms to exploit —

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our multi-million mastery is too big for here.

Wait

Goodbye

No wait

No, Goodbye!

Wait!my house is falling down:the water's turned to shit.

Goodbyegoodbye.

That was a voice from hell.What more can I tell.

Goodbyebe content withyour artificial mudpiein the sky.

My fake mudpiein the sky.

/15Jan94 Larry Goodell

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Fake Adobesque

Build down tear upstrip off scarifypull up dirt of traditionlay down concrete blocks & steel

& up with toothpicks &insulated tin foil& coated plastered tan.

Everything pretendsto be what it isn’t,the crown has fake jewelsthe high-priced surprise:mud isn’t mud is it?Fake adobesque.

from Outer Space Workout, 1994

photographs & montageby the author

a duende play booklet

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Mud Piea play for Buyer & Chorus of Realtors

larry goodell2012