HOMESICK
4 Characters
2 Men. 2 Women
Simple Set
50 pages
Professional Productions:
Produced at The William Redfield Theater, NYC with The Box.
Staged Reading at The Total Theater Lab, NYC.
Student Production:
Dowling College Performing Arts Center.
Four characters explore the search for individuality amidst a family who embraces the social masks and unquestioned morality, validating their imprisonment, while systematically destroying them.
Set in a perfectly decorated suburban home, during Christmas season, Mar, the matriarch of her little regime, attempts to hold her dysfunctional, almost insane family, together. She does this so she doesn’t have to face anything real about herself.
Separ, her sister who is recently divorced, takes refuge and renews her loathing, jealousy and hatred for Mar and wants to own the family so she feels safe and loved.
Rat, their son, has no authentic identity as his existence has been suppressed from the day he exited Mar’s womb, and pursues one new cliche characterization of himself after another – from businessman, to Motor Cycle Gangster, to Ballerina, to American Indian – in an attempt to cope.
Hom, Rat’s father, speaks backwards and is seemingly retarded. But it’s just the result of working for a living and sacrificing himself for the family, and more, the business world that enslaved both his psyche, and life, for profit.
As they get ready to go to Christmas dinner, and as Rat continues to rebel against their demands for him to fit into something else superficial, Mar takes control of the family. Together, they create an operation on Rat, to bring him to their sense of normality.
They do this in a mythic ritual of the mind, and within a lacerating, mutilating, dissecting, barbaric dream sequence, set in an operation, they turn Rat’s American Indian Identity into a well-adjusted 21st Century nice young man who hates himself and smiles to please his family.
The metaphor is also about the American Landscape of hypocrisy, bringing our brutal and savage history into the home of the American Family Unit. We witness the microcosm and macrocosm of our brutal, genocidal and enslaving past, and it’s humanly disintegrating effects on the contemporary American Landscape.
To read Excerpts from the play, click Read More below.
Note that formatting in the excerpts are not centered, and instead, left justified.
The PDF of the the play is in correct format.
EXCERPT 1
HOM enters. He is wearing an old suit and tie; ripped, grime all over It, etc. One leg of his pants is missing. His face is black and blue. His hair sticking up in all different directions. His eyeglasses broken. His briefcase beat up with slashes across the leather. He stands in the doorway panting.
SEPAR
Where have you been?
HOM
(simply. sadly)
In world.
Hom, looks at the lamp on the table. Turns it on. Looks at light.
HOM
Light?
Picks it up and throws it offstage violently simultaneously screaming. We hear it crash loudly.
SEPAR
(scolding)
Now, now, we must learn NOT to be honest.
Hom stops screaming. Looks at Separ like a rabid dog. Pause. He then darts over to Separ, stands over her panting heavily.
HOM
Where’s childhood?
Pause.
HOM
WHERE’S CHILDHOOD?
SEPAR
Gone.
HOM
Wish could… go back.
SEPAR
Go back to where, dear?
Hom just stares at her.
SEPAR
Go back to WHERE, dear?
HOM
Start over ‘gen.
Hom looks down in sadness.
SEPAR
Me too. It’s just one of those things, Hom. Do you remember? Your break… down?
Hom looks up at her. Mouth hanging open.
HOM
Broke apart.
SEPAR
No. Broke down.
HOM
Busted up.
(deadface)
SEPAR
No no, dear, breakdown.
HOM
CRUNCH.
SEPAR
Oh, poor Hom. Poor, lost, neglected, stupid, mindless, pathetic, tied together with threads of traditional metaphors wearing thin, Hom.
HOM
How?
SEPAR
The doctor said it was a reaction to your history. It’s common these days. Your childhood’s inside of you, gnawing away, reminding you of how perfect life seemed, and how imperfect, even horrific it actually is now that you’re an adult. It’s a terrible thought isn’t it? Think about it. It’s amazing that we’re not all in hospitals?
(pause)
PLEASE STOP STANDING THERE LIKE THAT! What do you want?
HOM
(poetically)
Pause.
Pause.
Hom stares at her, standing.
Mar enters with coffee on a silver tray with beautiful china cups and saucers.
MAR
(to Hom)
You’re late again.
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
Was there a delay with the train, sweetheart? H
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
How was work?
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
Too tired again to speak?
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
I understand wuvy. Commere doll. I’ll wub yow feetsies and den tuck yow in nice nice…
Mar sits him on the couch and takes off his shoes, rubs them.
HOM
No! I stay up and I think of having sex with
(points to Separ)
Her.
SEPAR
(flattered)
Now now. Those were just porn films… I bet.
(little cough)
MAR
I’m flabbergasted, disgusted, taken aback, shocked, Christianly appalled. Where did you ever get such ideas…?
Mar rises. Hom follows her standing and looking at her.
HOM
(trying to please Mar)
You too. Both you on me. Like movies watch. Tongues lick me. All over. Me in you. Then you. Then you. Kissing. Kissing. Kissing. Then other stuff too.
Separ crosses to Hom and puts her hand gently on his shoulder, looking at Mar smiling. Mar looks up. Hom looks out toward the audience panting.
SEPAR
(smiling)
Now now Hom, please, you know how she is about sex. Frigid, impotent, clitless – aren’t you dear?
(to Mar)
But it’s not her fault. Right love? She’s lived a sheltered life for God knows how long.
Mar crosses to Hom and Separ and gently takes Separ’s hand off Hom’s shoulder. Hom looks straight out at audience, panting.
MAR
(smiling)
Oh stop communicating to him like he’s untrained. He’s been properly conditioned. Watch.
(Pause.)
Sit.
Hom giggles and jumps up once.
MAR
SIT DOWN!
He falls onto the couch.
SEPAR
DON’T SIT!
He bounces up to his feet quickly, like a clown on a trampoline, arms flying up, crazy face, etc.
STOPS. Looks at both of them.
HOM
(struggling to remember the frightening images)
I had bad dream Mar. Dreamt worse bad things ever dreamt before. Dreamt time before. Remember different feelings have now. Me wear suit. Tie. Noose. Case too. Shoes too. Hair neat. Clean shaved. Lots people on train. Every day twice. Went nice office too. Did things. big. Then in bad dream, hated what I doing. Couldn’t deal pressure. Felt urge to pre…tend success. Happiness. Efficient. Part of team. Keep smile. Each, my heart eaten up. Little more more more more more more until all eaten up in chest. Here. Couldn’t feel but shame. Tired so. Then drank. Drank until head numb like heart. So hurt less. Remember falling down. Falling falling falling falling falling turning down down down down down out big high building down down down down down screaming screaming screaming screaming screaming. Hit cement! SPLAT! Woke up. Here. Like this. Is it time work?
MAR
No. You just came home from work. Now, are you finished with your little story?
HOM
Don’t know. Inside trembling.
(big fake smile)
MAR
Well… then… go and get ready for dinner. We’re going out. We’ve decided. Rat is treating everyone for Christmas.
HOM
Oh goody. Formal? Casual?
MAR
Wear the red black and blue suit…
EXCERPT 2
Mar’s remembers her childhood birthday party.
MAR
I was at a party. I was only a child. Everyone was wearing funny little hats. And there were presents all over. I was given a great big one with pretty wrapping paper and rainbows and pots of gold at the end of each one. And I began to tear off the wrapping paper to get to the box underneath. Under the layer of wrapping paper was a white box. I wondered what was inside the white box that was hidden under the wrapping paper with all the rainbows and pots of gold. I could not wait to see what was inside. But I was told that I could not see… they said, “you can’t see now”.
Rat dances on wearing a pink ballerina dress, and hot pink ballerina shoes, red hair wig and in full female drag. Mar turns and sees him from the audience’s reaction and gasps.
MAR
Rat, dear, I’m talking to the audi…
(sees him and bursts out in disgust)
OH GOD TAKE OFF THAT MAKE-UP AND PUT ON SOMETHING MORE MASCULINE BEFORE I SLIT MY WRISTS…
Rat bursts out into tears and exits on tip toe.
Mar turns back to the audience. Composes herself. Smiles.
MAR
And so… I was told that I could not see… what was inside the white box… they said, “you can’t see now”. And so I waited. I waited… and I waited… and I waited. I grew up waiting… to open the gift and get to the present. When I reached adulthood, I ran into my house, and I grabbed the white box and jerked the cover off of it…
(pause)
Inside… there was nothing. No gift. No present. No reward. Nothing. But me, and it.
Pause. She looks at the audience as if she were looking at her own funeral. With a solemn, expressionless face, she wipes one tear away with a slow, steady, singular movement, her index finger moving stiffly across and under her eye. She looks at the audience and flicks the tear drop at them.
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4 Characters
2 Men. 2 Women
Simple Set
50 pages
Professional Productions:
Produced at The William Redfield Theater, NYC with The Box.
Staged Reading at The Total Theater Lab, NYC.
Student Production:
Dowling College Performing Arts Center.
Four characters explore the search for individuality amidst a family who embraces the social masks and unquestioned morality, validating their imprisonment, while systematically destroying them.
Set in a perfectly decorated suburban home, during Christmas season, Mar, the matriarch of her little regime, attempts to hold her dysfunctional, almost insane family, together. She does this so she doesn’t have to face anything real about herself.
Separ, her sister who is recently divorced, takes refuge and renews her loathing, jealousy and hatred for Mar and wants to own the family so she feels safe and loved.
Rat, their son, has no authentic identity as his existence has been suppressed from the day he exited Mar’s womb, and pursues one new cliche characterization of himself after another – from businessman, to Motor Cycle Gangster, to Ballerina, to American Indian – in an attempt to cope.
Hom, Rat’s father, speaks backwards and is seemingly retarded. But it’s just the result of working for a living and sacrificing himself for the family, and more, the business world that enslaved both his psyche, and life, for profit.
As they get ready to go to Christmas dinner, and as Rat continues to rebel against their demands for him to fit into something else superficial, Mar takes control of the family. Together, they create an operation on Rat, to bring him to their sense of normality.
They do this in a mythic ritual of the mind, and within a lacerating, mutilating, dissecting, barbaric dream sequence, set in an operation, they turn Rat’s American Indian Identity into a well-adjusted 21st Century nice young man who hates himself and smiles to please his family.
The metaphor is also about the American Landscape of hypocrisy, bringing our brutal and savage history into the home of the American Family Unit. We witness the microcosm and macrocosm of our brutal, genocidal and enslaving past, and it’s humanly disintegrating effects on the contemporary American Landscape.
To read Excerpts from the play, click Read More below.
Note that formatting in the excerpts are not centered, and instead, left justified.
The PDF of the the play is in correct format.
EXCERPT 1
HOM enters. He is wearing an old suit and tie; ripped, grime all over It, etc. One leg of his pants is missing. His face is black and blue. His hair sticking up in all different directions. His eyeglasses broken. His briefcase beat up with slashes across the leather. He stands in the doorway panting.
SEPAR
Where have you been?
HOM
(simply. sadly)
In world.
Hom, looks at the lamp on the table. Turns it on. Looks at light.
HOM
Light?
Picks it up and throws it offstage violently simultaneously screaming. We hear it crash loudly.
SEPAR
(scolding)
Now, now, we must learn NOT to be honest.
Hom stops screaming. Looks at Separ like a rabid dog. Pause. He then darts over to Separ, stands over her panting heavily.
HOM
Where’s childhood?
Pause.
HOM
WHERE’S CHILDHOOD?
SEPAR
Gone.
HOM
Wish could… go back.
SEPAR
Go back to where, dear?
Hom just stares at her.
SEPAR
Go back to WHERE, dear?
HOM
Start over ‘gen.
Hom looks down in sadness.
SEPAR
Me too. It’s just one of those things, Hom. Do you remember? Your break… down?
Hom looks up at her. Mouth hanging open.
HOM
Broke apart.
SEPAR
No. Broke down.
HOM
Busted up.
(deadface)
SEPAR
No no, dear, breakdown.
HOM
CRUNCH.
SEPAR
Oh, poor Hom. Poor, lost, neglected, stupid, mindless, pathetic, tied together with threads of traditional metaphors wearing thin, Hom.
HOM
How?
SEPAR
The doctor said it was a reaction to your history. It’s common these days. Your childhood’s inside of you, gnawing away, reminding you of how perfect life seemed, and how imperfect, even horrific it actually is now that you’re an adult. It’s a terrible thought isn’t it? Think about it. It’s amazing that we’re not all in hospitals?
(pause)
PLEASE STOP STANDING THERE LIKE THAT! What do you want?
HOM
(poetically)
Pause.
Pause.
Hom stares at her, standing.
Mar enters with coffee on a silver tray with beautiful china cups and saucers.
MAR
(to Hom)
You’re late again.
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
Was there a delay with the train, sweetheart? H
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
How was work?
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
Too tired again to speak?
(waits for a response but no answer from Hom)
I understand wuvy. Commere doll. I’ll wub yow feetsies and den tuck yow in nice nice…
Mar sits him on the couch and takes off his shoes, rubs them.
HOM
No! I stay up and I think of having sex with
(points to Separ)
Her.
SEPAR
(flattered)
Now now. Those were just porn films… I bet.
(little cough)
MAR
I’m flabbergasted, disgusted, taken aback, shocked, Christianly appalled. Where did you ever get such ideas…?
Mar rises. Hom follows her standing and looking at her.
HOM
(trying to please Mar)
You too. Both you on me. Like movies watch. Tongues lick me. All over. Me in you. Then you. Then you. Kissing. Kissing. Kissing. Then other stuff too.
Separ crosses to Hom and puts her hand gently on his shoulder, looking at Mar smiling. Mar looks up. Hom looks out toward the audience panting.
SEPAR
(smiling)
Now now Hom, please, you know how she is about sex. Frigid, impotent, clitless – aren’t you dear?
(to Mar)
But it’s not her fault. Right love? She’s lived a sheltered life for God knows how long.
Mar crosses to Hom and Separ and gently takes Separ’s hand off Hom’s shoulder. Hom looks straight out at audience, panting.
MAR
(smiling)
Oh stop communicating to him like he’s untrained. He’s been properly conditioned. Watch.
(Pause.)
Sit.
Hom giggles and jumps up once.
MAR
SIT DOWN!
He falls onto the couch.
SEPAR
DON’T SIT!
He bounces up to his feet quickly, like a clown on a trampoline, arms flying up, crazy face, etc.
STOPS. Looks at both of them.
HOM
(struggling to remember the frightening images)
I had bad dream Mar. Dreamt worse bad things ever dreamt before. Dreamt time before. Remember different feelings have now. Me wear suit. Tie. Noose. Case too. Shoes too. Hair neat. Clean shaved. Lots people on train. Every day twice. Went nice office too. Did things. big. Then in bad dream, hated what I doing. Couldn’t deal pressure. Felt urge to pre…tend success. Happiness. Efficient. Part of team. Keep smile. Each, my heart eaten up. Little more more more more more more until all eaten up in chest. Here. Couldn’t feel but shame. Tired so. Then drank. Drank until head numb like heart. So hurt less. Remember falling down. Falling falling falling falling falling turning down down down down down out big high building down down down down down screaming screaming screaming screaming screaming. Hit cement! SPLAT! Woke up. Here. Like this. Is it time work?
MAR
No. You just came home from work. Now, are you finished with your little story?
HOM
Don’t know. Inside trembling.
(big fake smile)
MAR
Well… then… go and get ready for dinner. We’re going out. We’ve decided. Rat is treating everyone for Christmas.
HOM
Oh goody. Formal? Casual?
MAR
Wear the red black and blue suit…
EXCERPT 2
Mar’s remembers her childhood birthday party.
MAR
I was at a party. I was only a child. Everyone was wearing funny little hats. And there were presents all over. I was given a great big one with pretty wrapping paper and rainbows and pots of gold at the end of each one. And I began to tear off the wrapping paper to get to the box underneath. Under the layer of wrapping paper was a white box. I wondered what was inside the white box that was hidden under the wrapping paper with all the rainbows and pots of gold. I could not wait to see what was inside. But I was told that I could not see… they said, “you can’t see now”.
Rat dances on wearing a pink ballerina dress, and hot pink ballerina shoes, red hair wig and in full female drag. Mar turns and sees him from the audience’s reaction and gasps.
MAR
Rat, dear, I’m talking to the audi…
(sees him and bursts out in disgust)
OH GOD TAKE OFF THAT MAKE-UP AND PUT ON SOMETHING MORE MASCULINE BEFORE I SLIT MY WRISTS…
Rat bursts out into tears and exits on tip toe.
Mar turns back to the audience. Composes herself. Smiles.
MAR
And so… I was told that I could not see… what was inside the white box… they said, “you can’t see now”. And so I waited. I waited… and I waited… and I waited. I grew up waiting… to open the gift and get to the present. When I reached adulthood, I ran into my house, and I grabbed the white box and jerked the cover off of it…
(pause)
Inside… there was nothing. No gift. No present. No reward. Nothing. But me, and it.
Pause. She looks at the audience as if she were looking at her own funeral. With a solemn, expressionless face, she wipes one tear away with a slow, steady, singular movement, her index finger moving stiffly across and under her eye. She looks at the audience and flicks the tear drop at them.
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