A modern mystery play, she stood here and looked there investigates St. Teresa of Avila's search for the divine. Meanwhile, Joan of Arc looses her senses and a Hunter follows a Stag. I played "The Christ." This was performed on March 10-12, 2005, in the Fordham University White Box Studio theater. Adapted from writings of St. Teresa, written/directed by Erik Zambrano, lighting by Barbara Samuels. See below to read an excerpt.
St. Jeanne D’Arc
There it is again! There! There! There! There! The nothing-sound awakens! The audio-void! I alone saw Christ, I alone saw Christ, I alone saw Christ walking past the shuddering trees in all humility! And he told me…he told me… The audio-void is here! The nothing sound! Not in Heaven, but far above me in the air! Far above me in the air. In the air! I alone saw Christ. My bones were all disjointed and my hands were so rigid that I could not…could not… clasp them together. Yet, yet, yet, yet it was He who converted the very dryness of my soul into a very great tenderness. They asked me here…and…now their eyes aflame with deep wells of authority, they asked me with their eyes. They asked me with their eyes. I alone saw Christ, I said, I alone saw Christ! He gave me France and tore the bones beneath me! Long live the King. Long live the King! He gave me great tenderness!
For know that God commands me to do…these...things….are…true one might be able inasmuch as you are more able to be led down the path in the road that veers left and then two rights down to the roads of deep purity.
I saw God floating down the country road in the broadest daylight. He confided in me that he had a high contemplation of nature to which I responded, “I should turn myself into a tree.” I saw God floating down the country road in the broadest daylight. He confided in me that he had a high contemplation of nature to which I responded, “I should turn myself into a tree.”
The Hunter enters. He begins to walk towards St. Jeanne D’Arc.
St. Jeanne D’Arc (cont’d)
I saw God floating down the country road in the broadest daylight. He confided in me that he had a high contemplation of nature to which I responded, “I should turn myself into a tree.”
Hunter
Let it dissolve, Jeanne. Verily, I assure you, it shall be beautiful!
St. Jeanne stops. St. Teresa looks at her She begins to kiss the cross she made. Red and blue lights begin to flash across the stage. We hear the sound of an ambulance rushing through the streets. They all startle and run away.
There it is again! There! There! There! There! The nothing-sound awakens! The audio-void! I alone saw Christ, I alone saw Christ, I alone saw Christ walking past the shuddering trees in all humility! And he told me…he told me… The audio-void is here! The nothing sound! Not in Heaven, but far above me in the air! Far above me in the air. In the air! I alone saw Christ. My bones were all disjointed and my hands were so rigid that I could not…could not… clasp them together. Yet, yet, yet, yet it was He who converted the very dryness of my soul into a very great tenderness. They asked me here…and…now their eyes aflame with deep wells of authority, they asked me with their eyes. They asked me with their eyes. I alone saw Christ, I said, I alone saw Christ! He gave me France and tore the bones beneath me! Long live the King. Long live the King! He gave me great tenderness!
For know that God commands me to do…these...things….are…true one might be able inasmuch as you are more able to be led down the path in the road that veers left and then two rights down to the roads of deep purity.
I saw God floating down the country road in the broadest daylight. He confided in me that he had a high contemplation of nature to which I responded, “I should turn myself into a tree.” I saw God floating down the country road in the broadest daylight. He confided in me that he had a high contemplation of nature to which I responded, “I should turn myself into a tree.”
The Hunter enters. He begins to walk towards St. Jeanne D’Arc.
St. Jeanne D’Arc (cont’d)
I saw God floating down the country road in the broadest daylight. He confided in me that he had a high contemplation of nature to which I responded, “I should turn myself into a tree.”
Hunter
Let it dissolve, Jeanne. Verily, I assure you, it shall be beautiful!
St. Jeanne stops. St. Teresa looks at her She begins to kiss the cross she made. Red and blue lights begin to flash across the stage. We hear the sound of an ambulance rushing through the streets. They all startle and run away.
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