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But there is one crucial point missing: Kane’s theatre is totally a postdramatic one as Hans-Thies Lehmann characterizes. The aim of this paper is to discuss postdramatic theatricality of Sarah Kane’s Blasted, Cleansed and Crave. Key Words: British Theatre, Blasted, Cleansed, Crave, Postdramatic Theatre, Sarah Kane. Machine 5 presents Crave by Sarah Kane Winner of the 2014 New York International Fringe Festival Excellence Award for Directing. PDF 'Machine 5 Theatre.

Blasted
For Vincent O’Connell, with thanks.
Characters
Ian
Cate
Soldier
Author's note
Punctuation is used to indicate delivery, not to conform to the rules of grammar.
A stroke (/) marks the point of interruption in overlapping dialogue.
Words in square brackets [ ] are not spoken, but have been included in the text to clarify meaning.
Stage directions in brackets ( ) function as lines.
Editor's note
This edition of Blasted, first reprinted in 2000, incorporates minor revisions made to the original text by Sarah Kane shortly before her death. It should therefore be regarded as the definitive version in all respects.
Scene One
A very expensive hotel room in Leeds - the kind that is so expensive it could be anywhere in the world.
There is a large double bed.
A mini-bar and champagne on ice.
A telephone.
A large bouquet of flowers.
Two doors - one is the entrance from the corridor, the other leads off to the bathroom.
Two people enter - IanandCate
Ianis 45, Welsh born but lived in Leeds much of his life and picked up the accent.
Cateis 21, a lower-middle-class Southerner with a south London accent and a stutter when under stress.
They enter.
Catestops at the door, amazed at the classiness of the room.
Iancomes in, throws a small pile of newspapers on the bed, goes straight to the mini-bar and pours himself a large gin.
He looks briefly out of the window at the street, then turns back to the room.
IanI've shat in better places than this.
(He gulps down the gin.)
I stink.
You want a bath?
Cate(Shakes her head.)
Iangoes into the bathroom and we hear him run the water. He comes back in with only a towel around his waist and a revolver in his hand. He checks it is loaded and puts it under his pillow.
IanTip that wog when he brings up the sandwiches.
He leaves fifty pence and goes into the bathroom.
Catecomes further into the room.
She puts her bag down and bounces on the bed.
She goes around the room, looking in every drawer, touching everything.
She smells the flowers and smiles.
CateLovely.
Iancomes back in, hair wet, towel around his waist, drying himself
off.
He stops and looks atCatewho is sucking her thumb.
He goes back in the bathroom where he dresses.
We hear him coughing terribly in the bathroom.
He spits in the sink and re-enters.
Cate You all right?
IanIt's nothing.
He pours himself another gin, this time with ice and tonic, and sips it at a more normal pace.
He collects his gun and puts it in his under-arm holster.
He smiles atCate.
Ian I'm glad you've come. Didn't think you would.
(He offers her champagne.)
Cate(Shakes her head.)
I was worried.
Ian This? (He indicates his chest.) Don't matter.
Cate I didn't mean that. You sounded unhappy.
Ian(Pops the champagne. He pours them both a glass.)
Cate What we celebrating?
Ian(Doesn't answer. He goes to the window and looks out.)
Hate this city. Stinks. Wogs and Pakis taking over.
Cate You shouldn't call them that.
Ian Why not?
Cate It's not very nice.
Ian You a nigger-lover?
Cate Ian, don't.
Ian You like our coloured brethren?
Cate Don't mind them.
Ian Grow up.
Cate There's Indians at the day centre where my brother goes. They're really polite.
Ian So they should be.
Cate He's friends with some of them.
IanRetard, isn't he?
Cate No, he's got learning difficulties.
Ian Aye. Spaz.
Cate No he's not.
Ian Glad my son's not a Joey.
Cate Don't c- call him that.
Ian Your mother I feel sorry for. Two of you like it.
Cate Like wh- what?
Ian(Looks at her, deciding whether or not to continue. He decides against it.)
You know I love you.
Cate(Smiles a big smile, friendly and non-sexual.)
Ian Don't want you ever to leave.
CateI'm here for the night.
Ian(Drinks.)
Sweating again. Stink. You ever thought of getting married?
Cate Who'd marry me?
Ian I would.
Cate I couldn't.
IanYou don't love me. I don't blame you, I wouldn't.
Cate I couldn't leave Mum.
Ian Have to one day.
Cate Why?
Ian(Opens his mouth to answer but can't think of one.)
There is a knock at the door.
Ianstarts, andCategoes to answer it.
Ian Don't.
Cate Why not?
Ian I said.
He takes his gun from the holster and goes to the door.
He listens.
Nothing.
Cate(Giggles.)
Ian Shh.
He listens.
Still nothing.
Ian Probably the wog with the sarnies. Open it.
Cateopens the door.
There's no one there, just a tray of sandwiches on the floor.
She brings them in and examines them.
Cate Ham. Don't believe it.
Ian(Takes a sandwich and eats it)
Champagne?
Cate(Shakes her head.)
Ian Got something against ham?
CateDead meat. Blood. Can't eat an animal.
Ian No one would know.
Cate No, I can't, I actually can't, I'd puke all over the place.
Ian It's only a pig.
Cate I'm hungry.
Ian Have one of these.
Cate I CAN'T.
Ian I'll take you out for an Indian.
Jesus, what's this? Cheese.
Catebeams.
She separates the cheese sandwiches from the ham ones, and eats.
Ianwatches her.
Ian Don't like your clothes.
Cate(Looks down at her clothes)
Ian You look like a lesbos.
Cate What's that?
Ian Don't look very sexy, that's all.
Cate Oh.
(She continues to eat)
Don't like your clothes either.
Ian(Looks down at his clothes.
Then gets up, takes them all off and stands in front of her, naked.)
Put your mouth on me.
Cate(Stares. Then bursts out laughing.)
Ian No?
Fine.
Because I stink?
Cate(Laughs even more.)
Ianattempts to dress, but fumbles with embarrassment.
He gathers his clothes and goes into the bathroom where he dresses.
Cateeats, and giggles over the sandwiches.
Ianreturns, fully dressed.
He picks up his gun, unloads and reloads it.
Ian You got a job yet?
Cate No.
Ian Still screwing the taxpayer.
Cate Mum gives me money.
Ian When are you going to stand on your own feet?
Cate I've applied for a job at an advertising agency.
Ian(Laughs genuinely)
No chance.
Cate Why not?
Ian(Stops laughing and looks at her.)
Cate. You're stupid. You're never going to get a job.
Cate I am. I am not.
Ian See.
CateSt- Stop it. You're doing it deliberately.
Ian Doing what?
Cate C- Confusing me.
Ian No, I'm talking, you're just too thick to understand.
Cate I am not, I am not.
Catebegins to tremble.Ianis laughing.
Catefaints.
Ianstops laughing and stares at her motionless body.
Ian Cate?
(He turns her over and lifts up her eyelids.
He doesn't know what to do.
He gets a glass of gin and dabs some on her face)
Cate(Sits bolt upright, eyes open but still unconscious.)
Ian Fucking Jesus.
Cate(Bursts out laughing, unnaturally, hysterically, uncontrollably)
Ian Stop fucking about.
Cate(Collapses again and lies still)
Ianstands by helplessly.
After a few moments,Catecomes round as if waking up in the morning.
Ian What the Christ was that?
Cate Have to tell her.
Ian Cate?
Cate She's in danger.
(She closes her eyes and slowly comes back to normal.
She looks atIanand smiles)

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“And I want to play hide-and-seek and give you my clothes and tell you I like your shoes and sit on the steps while you take a bath and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food and meet you at Rudy's and talk about the day and type up your letters and carry your boxes and laugh at your paranoia and give you tapes you don't listen to and watch great films and watch terrible films and complain about the radio and take pictures of you when you're sleeping and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match and tell you about the tv programme I saw the night before and take you to the eye hospital and not laugh at your jokes and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while and kiss your back and stroke your skin and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home and sit on the steps smoking till you come home and worry when you're late and be amazed when you're early and give you sunflowers and go to your party and dance till I'm black and be sorry when I'm wrong and happy when you forgive me and look at your photos and wish I'd known you forever and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin and get scared when you're angry and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue and your hair to the left and your face oriental and tell you you're gorgeous and hug you when you're anxious and hold you when you hurt and want you when I smell you and offend you when I touch you and whimper when I'm next to you and whimper when I'm not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold when you take the blanket and hot when you don't and melt when you smile and dissolve when you laugh and not understand why you think I'm rejecting you when I'm not rejecting you and wonder how you could think I'd ever reject you and wonder who you are but accept you anyway and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you and write poems for you and wonder why you don't believe me and have a feeling so deep I can't find words for it and want to buy you a kitten I'd get jealous of because it would get more attention than me and keep you in bed when you have to go and cry like a baby when you finally do and get rid of the roaches and buy you presents you don't want and take them away again and ask you to marry me and you say no again but keep on asking because though you think I don't mean it I do always have from the first time I asked you and wander the city thinking it's empty without you and want what you want and think I'm losing myself but know I'm safe with you and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me because you don't deserve any less and answer your questions when I'd rather not and tell you the truth when I really don't want to and try to be honest because I know you prefer it and think it's all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life and forget who I am and try to get closer to you because it's beautiful learning to know you and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse and make love with you at three in the morning and somehow somehow somehow communicate some of the overwhelming undying overpowering unconditional all-encompassing heart-enriching mind-expanding on-going never-ending love I have for you.”
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“What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.”
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“You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.”
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“don't say no to me you can't say no to me because it's such a relief to have love again and to lie in bed and be held and touched and kissed and adored and your heart will leap when you hear my voice and see my smile and feel my breath on your neck and your heart will race when I want to see you and I will lie to you from day one and use you and screw you and break your heart because you broke mine first and you will love me more each day until the weight is unbearable and your life is mine and you'll die alone because I will take what I want then walk away and owe you nothing it's always there it's always been there and you cannot deny the life you feel fuck that life fuck that life fuck that life I have lost you now.”
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“If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.”
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“If I could be free of you without having to lose you.”
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“I've faked orgasms before, but this is the first time I've faked not having an orgasm.”
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“A small girl became increasingly paralysed by her parents' frequently violent rows.
Sometimes she would spend hours standing completely still in the toilet, simply
because that was where she happened to be when the fight began.
Finally, in moments of calm, she would take bottles of milk from the fridge or
doorstep and leave them in places where she may later become trapped. Her
parents were unable to understand why they found bottles of sour milk in every
room in the house.”
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“M The heat is going out of me.
C The heart is going out of me.
B I feel nothing, nothing.
I feel nothing.”
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“You can only kill yourself if you're not already dead.”
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“A circle is the only geometric shape defined by its centre. No chicken and egg about it, the centre came first, the circumference follows. The earth, by definition, has a centre. And only the fool that knows it can go wherever he pleases, knowing the centre will hold him down, stop him flying out of orbit. But when your sense of centre shifts, comes whizzing to the surface, the balance has gone. The balance has gone. The balance my baby has gone.”
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Crave Sarah Kane Script Pdf
“As a child I liked to piss on the carpet.
The carpet rotted and I blamed it on the dog.”
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“No one can hate me more than I hate myself.”
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Crave sarah kane script
“Não me digas que não tu não podes dizer-me que não porque é tanto o alívio de amar de novo e deitar na cama e ser abraçado e tocado e beijado e teu coração saltará quando ouvires a minha voz e vires o meu sorriso e sentires a minha respiração no teu pescoço e teu coração vai disparar quando eu te quiser ver e eu irei mentir-te desde o primeiro momento e irei usar-te e irei penetrar-te e partirei o teu coração porque tu partiste o meu primeiro e tu me amarás mais a cada dia até que o peso desse amor seja insuportável e a tua vida seja minha e tu morrerás sozinha porque eu levarei o que eu quero e irei embora sem te deixar nada está sempre lá sempre esteve e não podes negar a vida que tu achas que é foda foda-se a vida foda-se a vida foda-se a vida agora que eu te perdi”
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“Elle parle d'elle à la troisième personne parce que l'idée d'être celle qu'elle est, de s'admettre telle quelle, c'est plus que son orgueil ne peut en supporter”
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Sarah Kane Crave

“C'est la vanité, ce n'est pas d'être équilibré qui va me garder indemne”
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“A - Il n'y a pas de secrets
M - Il n'y a que des aveugles”
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“I believe in anniversaries, that a mood can be repeated even if the event that caused it is trivial or forgotten. In this case, it's neither.”
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“[...] non so come comunicarti qualcosa dell'assoluto eterno indomabile incondizionato inarrestabile irrazionale razionalissimo costante infinito amore che ho per te.”
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“Because love by its nature desires a future.”
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Sarah Kane Crave Script Pdf

“Tu me remplis la tête comme ne savent le faire que les absents”
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“A fourteen year old to steal my virginity on the moor and rape me till I come.”
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