Theater of the Absurd

Having completed the full length drama In the Act some years ago (which I also gave to three friends, none of whom bothered to comment on it, or acknowledged receiving it), I clicked the site of Central Square Theater here in the "Athens of America" to find out the submission requirements.

The theater indicated the submission should comprise the first ten pages of the script and a biographical note, so I printed them out, wrote the standard "charming" cover letter, printed out a bio, and put the submission in the mail. A few weeks, or months, later, I received a letter of rejection from the artistic director (whose name I honestly can't recall, and do not wish to, as my association with this eminent institution was brought to a screeching and definitive halt by this experience), pointing out that the theater specialized in plays that explored the female experience of, and perspective on, the world.

In the first ten pages, there are two characters.

Both females.

I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed!

Banksy.