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4.SHATTERHAND MASSACREE(1985)
4.SHATTERHAND MASSACREE-1985
Shatterhand Massacree as Riderless Horse
Hallwalls, Buffalo, NY 1985
Pyramid Club New York, NY 1985
Shatterhand Massacree/Riderless Horse
Text, direction, design, and video by John Jesurun
Danspace Project, New York, NY 1985
Lighting by Jeff Nash
Choreography by Jo Andres/Sanghi Wagner
Cast: Steve Buscemi, Valerie Charles, Larry Tighe, Michael Tighe, Sanghi Wagner
German version
Shatterhand Massacree as Pferd Ohne Reiter
Ingewandte Theaterwissenschaft, Justus Liebig Universitaet, Giessen, West Germany 1985
Theaterstudio in der Zigarrenfabrik, Giessen, West Germany 1985
The Kitchen, NYC 1995
University of Colorado, Boulder 1986
New Performance Gallery, San Francisco 198
Valladolid Theatre Festival, Spain 1986
Aspen Art Museum, Aspen 1987
Chieri Festival, Italy 1987
Montalcino Festival, Italy 1987
The Kitchen, New York, NY 1987
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis 1987
Wadsworth Athenaeum, Hartford 1989
Wesleyan University, Middletown 1989
On the Boards, Seattle 1989
Mickery Theater, Amsterdam, Netherlands 1989
Lanteren Theater, Rotterdam, Netherlands 1989
Eurokaz International Theater Festival, Zagreb, Yugoslavia 1989
Spanish Version-Granada Festival, Granada and Murcia, Spain 1992
TEXT EXCERPT
MOTHER: Tell me something.
FATHER: What did you do for seven years out there on the wolf prairie?
SON: Nothing.
FATHER: What did you eat?
SON: Berries.
FATHER: You hung out with wolves.
SON: Yeah, so what.
MOTHER: Eating.
SON: Birds, rabbits,paper, flowers, tin cans, anything we could.
FATHER: Like a wolf.
SON: Paper.
DAUGHTER: Anything he could.
MOTHER: Paper?
DAUGHTER: How long do you have to starve before you eat something else?
SON: I couldn’t eat anything else.
DAUGHTER: There was nothing else.
SON: It got so cold that all the deer went away.
DAUGHTER: He had to eat anything.
SON: I tried to go to a farm but they would let me in, they shot at me, scared me, so I went to a town and the whole town was empty.
MOTHER: The iron ore gave out.
DAUGHTER: And you ate iron ore.
SON: I did. A rope from hell to hang him. I stayed by your cornfield till December. I ate cornstalks. Then they ran out. I killed a rabbit with my bare hands and I ate it. My tongue burned out from the blood.
FATHER: You loved the blood because you’re a wolf.
MOTHER: Half wolf.
SON: I hated the blood but I had to eat it.
FATHER: You should have starved.
SON: But you eat rabbits.
FATHER: You should have starved.
SON: But you eat rabbits.
DAUGHTER: He had to eat.
SON: I ate my shoes for god’s sake.
DAUGHTER: I tried to go out and find you by the cornfield but you ran away. I went out there everyday.
SON: And everyday I ran away. Then it got easier. Some people tried to catch me with ropes but I bit them. And the wolves…
DAUGHTER: They were nice.
SON: They took me along.
FATHER: And you ripped up the sheep with them.
DAUGHTER: He had to.
FATHER: Leg of lamb.
SON: Yes sir.
FATHER: I wish you were a catfish.
SON: I wish I was too.
FATHER: But you’re a wolf.
SON: I am not a wolf.
MOTHER: Half wolf.
DAUGHTER: Half boy.
SON: Damn right. But you ate the lambs.
FATHER: Damn right.
MOTHER: Something’s burning.
DAUGHTER: The prairie’s burning up.
MOTHER: If we lead it into a canyon it’ll burn itself out.
SON: It’s getting near the town.
DAUGHTER: It’s hitting the castanet factory. We could hear it exploding all night.
FATHER: You brought the fire.
SON: I set a fire in the cornfield to keep warm. It got very cold and chilly and I started to worry.
DAUGHTER: And I called him to come here.
FATHER: And now he’s catastrophizing everything.
DAUGHTER: He is not.
MOTHER: It’s raining. The sun’s coming out.
(CUT)