Plays

By Renzo Cremona

“The life we know can usually be explained only in winter, when it looks like a footprint on the surface and the lake is frozen over. There are times, though, when the ice is thinner in some spots than elsewhere. And suddenly we realize that truth lies on the bottom.”

“Plays” contains excerpts from the books “Lettere dal mattatoio” (“Letters from the slaughterhouse”), “Cronache dal centro della notte” (“Chronicles from the centre of the night”) and “Tutti senza nome” (“All without a name”) which have been included in the author's performances for English-speaking audience throughout the country and Europe.
None of this would have been possible without the great and encouraging response by those who attended the performances, which revealed how the power of word is still alive and kicking in a world where everybody seems to think such power is being more and more eroded and underestimated. Long live the word.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Renzo Cremona
• Release date: Nov 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9788890826559

Book preview

2013

MYSTERY PLAY

a one-act work

for mysteries and words

I

in their turmoil and tumult

like shattering mental earthquakes

tearing your breath to pieces

hanging it in the throat

flying

galloping

chasing

in flocks

in swarms

in packs

in hordes

in the dark

they come.

II

when he realized that there were too many people inside of him and that many were the things he had taken from the world along the way, he also saw he had been short of room for a long time now. the books stacked up in the corners of memory, the sealed boxes with all those recollections that had never been unwrapped, the footprints he had left free to walk across the kitchen tiles had all become a map of jammed roads where even one single traveller would be one too many. in order to let the room inside him breathe, he decided then that he would only have relationships with half a person at a time.

and this is what he did on the day he met averageharry: he created him in his own likeness, he spoke with him, he slept with him, he even went on a couple of trips with him, since it was summer and the woods offered a lot of shadow, then he took from him what he thought he liked best. there were things he kept, things he discarded, and even things he amputated. that's how only half of him remained. then he allowed him to enter his life, which was a badly lit house with windows looking outside to the