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3 shorts extracts from ‘TIN BUCKET DRUM’

By September 28, 2007No Comments

SCENE 6
The table is turned to form a podium, and the narrator now slinks into the light as the tyrannical Censor wearing Military hat. The use of under lighting casts a looming shadow onto the behind screens. The Censor speaks in nonsensical evangelical rhyme. Gesticulating wildly and pounding fists on the podium for additional emphasis.
* Visual reference: Norman Catherine’s terrifying comic Apartheid policeman.
Censor: Good citizens, I have summoned you all to this urgent meeting
For it has come to my attention
That once again the silence has been disturbed
Censor whacks the table for emphasis, percussionist provides the sound.
By a hearts… Beat!… Beat!… Beating!
On each utterance of ”˜Beat’, ”˜beat’, ”˜beating’ -He bangs fist on podium and percussionist accompanies him with drum
And it’s this, this Beat, Beat, Beating
This unlawful
Silence defeating
Din!
That has caused you all to stop,
With blatant disregard and in defiant fashion
Awaken and regard
Your own false and foolish passion
Good people of Tin Town -Who has led you to depths of such Sin?
Who has unleashed The Tyrannical beat the Rhythmic Devil’s?
The percussionist growing a bit cocky, rolls drums for emphasis, the Censor shoots him a disapproving glance to which he quickly shuts up.
That sounds and pounds within?
Who is it that sits amongst us today…. Eh?
He scans the audience suspiciously
Pulls you into this depravity
Who dares to challenge the Almighties
Sacred and Silent Decree?
Who is it that chooses to threaten this state?
Defy our leader?
Place our sacred silence in danger!
Another fist on podium and drum beat.
We must find the courage, good people
Weed out the culprit
Sniff out the stranger.
He sniffs into the audience, then something catches his eye.
Wena (who is it)? Woza (come here)
He motions for the culprit to come forward with a twitching finger. Silence as Nandi offers the child forward. He takes it carefully, holds his ear to the babes breast. A heart beat pounds proudly (3x), he looks up at the audience- appalled.
This….this…. child?
How can something so small, so harmless, make a racket so awful
Such an insolent heart beat in one so young
Is not just unnatural……. It’s unlawful!
It’s shameful, a disgrace
When children born into ”˜Tin Town’
Do not obey the rules, the laws
When children do not know their place!
He bangs his fist on ”˜Place’. The lights snap to an alternate state as the Censor switches to Nandi by taking off hat and turning her back to audience with pleading outstretched arms.
Nandi: I will teach her then, Give me time! She’s barely four weeks old. She has much to learn about the ways of this Town.
Then back into the unimpressed Censor staring down at her.
Censor: In order for this child to stay
From us all, she must be hidden away
And with each and every passing day
Offer her a hand- strong and stern
Guide her along her Silent way
I recommend then
…that to make a start
You crush the unlawful rhythms in her soul
Silence the beating of her heart!
He bangs his fists a final three times on the podium. Lights fade.
SCENE 8
We revert to a flashback- Umkhulu disappears behind the screen, re-appearing as the Censor. This time he dissolves menacingly through the gauze screen- back lit by a red light. He is accompanied by frenzied percussion that weaves in and out of his speech.
Censor: Good citizens of Tin Town, I bring good news
The way of the Silent Sir, you can’t refuse
A life free of all this Rhythmic sin
Free from the persuasive Rhythms that tempt you from this tin
Rhythm!
Making monsters from the mundane
Stirring ancestors from their graves to inspire REVOLUTION
Pollution!
Rhythm!
A sacred relative to ritual
Inspiring, unlawful, ungodly behaviors
Dancing ……Drinking …Promiscuity
Prostitution!
Rhythm!
That devours, consumes and ravages
Obscuring the mind
Turning you to wild undignified savages!
Good people, weed out your instruments of mass disturbance.
Rid this town of its cultural plague.
Burn the Story books, the dictionaries, the drums
Silence the laughter, the whispers, The songs
For the Almighty Silent Sir, HE HEARS ALL
Silence is the way to your salvation
Without it you fall
”˜Good people
”˜To drive the devil and his music from your town
To silence the noise in your hearts
You must first close the ”˜Mine’ and ”˜Bucket Factory’ Down
SCENE 12
The narrator appears from various points behind the central table, playing three gossiping town members.
Person1: It’s the work of the devil!
She’s an incarnation of evil
Breaking our silence
With that Rhythmic upheaval
Person 2: I’ve heard her before
Tapping on fences
Rattling tins in the shed
This child has demons
Tormenting her heart
Tormenting her head
Person 3: She’s Mad
She’s Distressed
She’s Wicked
She’s Possessed
The neighbors chatter wildly as the Censor rises menacingly to his podium accompanied by military drums.
Censor: ”˜Good people calm yourselve’s, Calm yourselves’
”˜I have decided, that it be only fair
In the interest of ”˜ALL’ of our safety
To remove this Nomvula from her mother’s care.
It is now the responsibility of this state
To aid her in a sufficient recovery
In other words………
With watchful eye, and beady ear……
Rehabilitate!’
Wena, Woza!
The Little Drummer Girl’ accompanied by her trembling mother step forward.
Censor: After much consideration,
Deliberation
Procrastination’
It has been decided that the child is to be sent away.
Made to sleep by the well on the outskirts of the town.
Each day she will be forced to carry out an arduous form of community service, she will be made to do this until the first rain falls’
Censor switches to Nandi, by taking off hat and turning back on audience
Nandi: ”˜But it has not rained in twenty years. She’s only a child, my only child.’
Then back to censor
Censor: We must Stop her before she commits further sin
Ticks one more pencil
Rattles one more tin
Stop her before she’s allowed to strike one more unruly blow
My mind has been made
The little drummer girl
MUST GO!

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