‘&a BLACK MAN goes to / & forth through bye bye Land’ & ‘&epic / endless acts’ by Kevin Latimer

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&a BLACK MAN goes to / & forth through bye bye Land

(a trailer by Spike Lee)

ENTER NEGRO MAN: standing halfback, bare
footed, bondage on his neck &

enter POLICEMAN: twichy fingers, get that
Nigger, (his gun is ready
for war.)

they stand in the middle of the ring & & & —

/

IN THE YEAR 2077 IT IS ILLEGAL TO BE CAUGHT BLACK DOING THE FOLLOWING:

cookingcleaninglearningjoggingdoingtaxes
bowling (niggas can’t bowl) drawingflying
textingshoppingdrivingworking ( breathing
relaxing)eatingcreating. (. black boy black
boy black boy black boy black boy black boy
black )

/

insert coming of age story
insert becoming [a MAN]
insert!

.tragedy

&that’s how the movie begins!

/
black boy runs away from home / black boy becomes new boy / & now black boy is dead.
/
black boy stands outside of walmart / bought his baby diapers / coppers shot him dead.
/
black boy gets his education / soars to whole new places / gun sight on his head /

(. YOU GET IT!)
/
SPIKE LEE stands on stage, in his finest movie attire; twenty policeman flank in after him.

it’s the oscars, spike lee says.

it’s the oscars!

&epic / endless acts

i.

.the moment after grief ends
comes contentness &okay

wailing turns to intermittent pangs
of loss / not hunger [i hunger to
touch u again].

in therapists office. on stage.
BOY enters & sits.

in therapists office. on stage.
GIRL enters. facing BOY.

g: are u ok?
b: no.

he stands & leaves.

/

.a dead mother is thrown on stage
[ragdolled & all that]

BOY enters. he pilfers
the napkins from her pocket.

he cries.

[enter RAVENS to gnaw at the bones].

/

.holy music
[HOLYHOLYHOLY]
like god on the stereo!
enter PRIEST.

p: we are here today to celebrate the life of

enter BOY.

[the RAVENS continue to gnaw]

b: stop.
p: this is a funeral /
b: she’s not dead.

they argue.
lights.

/

.u cannot be dead
until i say so [u u u]

enter MOTHER. all chewed up
& gnawed on.
m: —

she cannot speak.
the words claw at her throat.

enter BOY. he runs to MOTHER.
he performs the heimlich. [&PUSH]!

she coughs up something NASTY.
she runs off stage.

BOY follows.

/

ii
.enter PRIEST & GIRL. handbooks in hand.
p: im so sorry for ur loss g: im so so sorry for your loss
im so sorry for ur loss im so so sorry for your loss
im so sorry for ur loss im so so sorry for your loss
im so sorry for ur loss im so so sorry for your loss
im so sorry for ur loss im so so sorry for your loss

but she’s dead, you know. you have to accept that.

/

.

.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… …

THE ANATOMY
OF A DEAD MOTHER IS:

/

.what 2 do when ur mother is no longer expecting     ///uh

ur mother’s arms will curl into themselves permanently flexing to show off 2 the dead ur mother like all dead mothers is still here [but no longer here] it’s really in the hips those little decaying things those hips those flexing arms in sync they tell a story heres a story ur mother had u [u u]
when she was 18 recent high school dropout fat bellied turning tables 4 money at ur local dennys!!!!!!!!

[ ur dead mother like all dead mothers loved u very very much]

/

.&grief needs AN INSTRUCTOR interpretitLIKETHIS:

enter PRIEST, curried favor & god sent

p: grief is the kindest of the emotions. you cannot live without having lost
the most human of the human experiences
(regardless, to have lost / / / isis

.enter BOY, YOU KNOW THE DRILL!)
breathless, teary eyed & all that
he stands face 2 face with PRIEST

.they freeze!
five men enter after him at once &

.they snap
they exit (& they’re off the stage)
& then the action begins!
/
they’re going at it
ONEONONE!!!!

BOY says

end of act one

/////////////////////////////

act two
.&they’re standing face2face

.and they are STANDING face TO face

the BOY unfreezes &
the PRIEST unfreezes &

it all comes out:

b: you can’t just walk around saying/
you who knows nothing of it /runs
his fuckin’ mouth/
what did you say?

p: there is nothing more tragic than death,
we all know this, and yet still/but that doesn’t
mean you can deny what’s right in front-/
i’m sorry you feel this way /i said, i’m sorry/

.a record scratches & it all stops ///

[hello priest hello praishoner hello godly men
i have lost something rather important to me.]

/

///. end 4 now

Kevin Latimer is a poet and playwright from Cleveland, Ohio. find him at @LikelyKevin

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