There is a play that I have loved for years. A play nobody has ever heard of. A play I knew I could never direct and that the acting pool of Players could never do justice to.
That play is Crave by Sarah Kane.
Crave is poetry onstage. Non-linear, emotional, often bleak. It’s love at its most painful. It breaks your heart a hundred times.
The following is an excerpt from it. I think it’s interesting that they’ve broken it into two characters’ voices, when it was originally written as a single character’s monologue, but I don’t particularly care for these actors. Still, I cry when I hear them say these lines.
Also, there’s a short film I really want to see entitled Rites of Love and Math.
If any of you can find a copy of it, I’d appreciate you sharing the secret of how you acquired it. Because I’m dying to see this.