The Major thirteen

 

 

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The first time

I dreamed the Major Thirteen

I was just over sixty.

I was dreaming of falling down to sea

With no parachute.

Before to splat the water

I asked the wind

To appease my drop:

So did the wind.

And I started singing.

Say the fishermen

along the Cornwall coast,

if they hear a song

at windy full moon nights:

That’s might be my song.

The sinkholed's plea

 

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If you find a skeleton

tied by wires to another skeleton,

tied to another skeleton

and still to another one, that’s me.

Do not look for me in any place,

in a hole or in a ditch.

I lie in those deep and twisted cavities

Flowed by rivers

 which are common in the Kras  region

shared by Italy, Slovenia and Croatia

and ill-famed as  swallow holes.

 

Please wrap me in a wired drape

and give what rests of my body

 back to my beloveds,

to my homeland

and to the things of God.

I hate no one and forgive all.

Just one last thing I’m going to ask you:

open the eyes of your children to the truth!

 

The Poem of Creation

 

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The Poem of Creation

 

Prologue

 

I sing the God Almighty’s Creation

Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve

former seed of any human Nation

at the time they could only conceive

the joyfulness with no desperation

In the Eden still so far to receive

The challenge of that infernal snake

Who wanted to be a godlike fake!

 

I also sing about the brave men strays,

Straight descendents  from that chosen race,

who such in boldly and daring ways

Isr’eli people to holy surface

They led of Palestine. Hates, loves betray’ls

I don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:

those between God and men, tribes and  kingdoms ;

and I sing laws , exiles and wars into my songs.

 

Arduous so much however it ‘s my part,

long and full of traps my composition,

That plenty of fear I feel into my heart,

if only I dare to think myself on action,

and tremble with my hand before I start

The Old and   the New Holy Narration!

My Fairy God, You Firmament’s Creator

Allow  me to become a keen narrator!

 

From Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book

please drive my hand between rhymes and accents

to enable  jointly with my mind, to hook

the most significant, deep, true  sentiments

in order they can take a fairly look

of those seventy three, pious components!

If someone goes to Source for sweeter tasting

 all my efforts for sure I won’t be wasting!

 

 

 

The World’s Creation

 

At the beginning God created the sky

And the earth, which was shapeless and desert

And darkness cover’d the abysses close by;

But on the waters, with divine, expert

Zeal, God established that obscurity

Had to be opened to the bright alert!

God, seeing that it was good, called Day the light.

And the darkness instead was named Night.

 

Then beneath the waters, the firmament

set God, and between them, b’low, the dry land

He also set, whither at same moment,

To any bud and tree He gave command

From seed to be produc’d for nourishment

Of any species, in ground, soil or sand!

After He had named sky, earth and sea

To following duty God had to begin.

1. to be continued...

The Dreamer: a romance of madness and love

 

 

 

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Chapter 8

How had succeeded, that strange old man, in transporting those visions down our sights, below the windows? The same visions I had still in my mind, being so fresh and real, we had just lived right that Friday of 9th November 1979 I was relating to!

We walked silently. Sometimes we crossed some hasty passing or perceived, almost more than hear it, as a fleeting apparition, a car or a motorbike whose nose was spaced out slowly, as absorbed and diluted in the immensity of the surrounding silence. Turning around several times, after an indefinite time, that desert of dry leaves seemed to stop against an iron handrail.

From my point of observation, tall brushes of trees hid the horizon and I could only see, slightly swaying in the void, a green poster with the write “Winpey “in block red-dark characters.

I felt a pleasant excitement throughout my body. A feeling that immediately was of lightness. A desire to let my body flow in the air, toward that poster, flying the sky.

 As we went down the stairway, the view, under us, revealed his real contours.

That poster, that seemed to me like suspended in the air from my previous point of view, was the summit of the tall pylon of a crane that laid in the center of an immense housing estate.

I watched again toward that write and noticed that it was hacked against a loaded leady sky with no change of tonality. A dark and heavy vault until my eyes could see.

To find the access of the yard that occupied a wide place in the center of a crossroad, we walked for a half along his perimeter. The thick tables that bounded it were interspaced by half an inch, around through numerous working machines were glimpse: diggers, shovels, concrete mixers, kneaders, all firm, as dead animals, in the most total silence.

The entrance was exactly on the opposite side of the inn from where, for the first time, I had perceived the pylon of the crane. We reached it, after a quick and silent walk. Between working machines and shovels, heaps of sand and piles of sacks of cement, bricks, lumber, irons and utensils, we noticed a small cottage of red plate that was almost in the centre of the building yard. We were approaching there when a small door opened out of the shed.

«Hello boys!» A gentleman said sorting out. « Can I help you?»

His voice was cordial and happy. It seemed he was talking to well known persons.

«Is there any need for some workers?», George did him without preambles and also laughing.

We stopped a little closer and so I had the opportunity to better observe him: he looked quite a lot peaky, making a net contrast with the strong black of the hair. He dressed with elegance a brown suit on a white shirt with a red and black cravat.

«I would not mind at all», the man replied in the former jovial tone -«but our firm assumes only through the agency. Now I will give you the address so you can go and see it. There are good hopes. Follow me into the office, please» -, he spurred on, seeing us so undecided.

The office looked like a building field. As matter of fact inside there were numerous buckets full of hammers, chisels, pickets, water levels, trowels and other mason utensils.

Once inside, Mr. Joking (that was the name he had introduced himself, asking us in turn our names) immediately passed beyond a desk loaded on with papers, different samples of colored tiles and some minute utensils. He scrutinized us for a long while.

« Where do you come from?» He asked after a careful examination, dissuading his look.

«From Italy» George promptly responded, preceding me.

We seemed to overcome his examination, because he smiled in a satisfied way.

«Here is your agency’s address» he said after scribbling some lines on a piece of paper, - «and good luck!», added while handing the note to George!

We had not even had the time to read it that we heard a strong aloud voice:

«Old Pat doesn't stand people pronouncing his name and that of his Agency in a wrong way and above all he doesn't bear to be told any lies. If you do it, you won't have any job from him».

Then, turning to Mr Joking he added:

«Sir Patrick the Hanger Winnin’goes again, doesn’t he?» Only later on we had to realize that the big man we saw rudely laughing, turning a look back on our shoulders, was not misgiving English language at all, as he willingly wanted but to stress the wrong verb, like he really did.

George stood perplexed, with the note in his hand, now looking at the big man, who was still laughing, now Mr. Joking, who seemed rather embarrassed than enjoyed.

I walked closer when I saw him reading the note. On a single line the note said:

"Pat Winningoes - Gehenna Geld", and nothing else.

«Strange names, the last two. They sound quite German», George exclaimed in a low voice.

«He has not even put the telephone number. Shall we ask for it?» I said.

«We might take a look for it on the telephone guide. Still if it really does exist»,

George murmured. putting the note in his pocket while sorting out the cottage. We walked out without even greeting, with fast and nervous footsteps. Before reaching the exit of the yard, nevertheless, we heard a man’s call.

« Hey, wait a moment, please!», Mr. Joking came rushing slightly breathing towards us.

«Do not pay attention to Big Joe, please! He is a joker» he added gently, smiling like he had made the first time, with a tone of reassuring voice.

«Come over with me, please» , he said, driving us over the exit.

«You cross the road in that direction and take the avenue you have in front; then, taking the third street on your left, that can’t be wrong, you will see a big door in dark wood. There is the agency. Go in….. and...... good luck»!

He had spoken all of a breath and in such a convincing way that we had already forgotten Big Joe and his strange former laughing. The avenue that Mr Joking had pointed us, was really the third crossroad on the left. It was a blind, wide and short alley.

At the bottom a massive dark wood doorway was standing out, occupying all the breath of the street..

More than the entry of a job’s agency, it seemed to be the entrance of a rich and luxurious residence. A few steps in marble lead to an extraordinarily glimmering atrium, to whose sides were risen, also in marble, two mighty columns.

George, walking the steps, almost was very close to stumbling. He restored his equilibrium immediately, murmuring an annoyed "My goodness!" and looking on the bottom of his shoes, like searching for the cause of the accident.

The wind was blowing more insistently, and formed in the alley a strong eddy, violently shaking above the front door a rectangular poster which was bestowed with some scotch tape, held out against the wind on a unique side. With my right hand I stopped it on the front door. We read there, in a clear handwriting and cursive characters:

"London Trickery and Illusion Centre."

«But where the hell did they send us?» said George looking at me.

«I do not know!», I answered, releasing the side of the poster, which retook immediately to wave.

«They made a joke of us, those two braggarts!», I told him with an angry voice. Then turning to my companion - «Didn't we make a mistake by wrongly counting the road crossings?», I said returning back on our steps to check in.

«Come soon to have a look, please!», cried George in that while, with an excited tone of voice.

I quickly returned to my footsteps and drew close to him. With the right hand he stopped the poster on the front door and surprisingly I could read on it this time - "Pat Winningoes - Geenna Geld Agency - 1st Floor."

«What devil of history is this? »-, I told George, who was looking at me in a mocking way, with the right hand still fixing the poster on the door.

-« The history is all here» , he answered. And with emphatic gestures as a conjurer who discloses an amazing trick to the public, he turned the poster from one side to another, showing the different writings we had read on it just a little before. I turned it a couple of times, to make myself convinced, while George was already pushing the other half of the front door.

to be continued...

Big Brother School

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BIG BROTHER SCHOOL

Single Act in 10 scenes by Ignazio Salvatore Basile

 

Characters and Interpreters

Giorgio Loi                                                teacher in a High School

Bruna DeLussu                                          her colleague

Mariano Nugnes                                        another teacher

Aldo Scalìa                                                 teacher and trade unionist

Mario Giannetti                                         TV official

Renzo Compagnangelo                              television director

Francesco                                                   a zealous janitor

Two Carabinieri

One High School’s Class

 

 

The plot

The Big Brother arrives one morning in a local  school. The Young students are enthusiastic: fame and money finally arrive for them. But someone wants to teach kids that easy money often hides deception. In fact, the people in charge of television are barkers looking for plucking chickens. Their evil plan is  doomed to failure thanks to the intuition of an old suspicious teacher and some guys who have learned that following the dreams  without asking questions is not always the best choice. The comedy, in ten scenes, was successfully performed in Decimomannu (where it was born) and participated to the National Theater Review for the Grosseto School, in Tuscany. Big Brother School, or "Big Brother at School" is already present in Amazon First Volume that the author has published also  in Paperback for the "All Comedies" series , planned in twelve  different volumes in English, Italian, French, Spanish and Sardinian Language.

 

First Scene

(A normal sixteen’s students  classroom of a High Technical School. When the curtain opens Prof. Loi is already in class and checks the register. In the background a closet and a blackboard. On the wall an inscription in block letters " I.T.S. "E. Mattei- Decimomannu" )

 

Prof. Loi (asking for attention)

         - But the appeal hasn't been made?

First Student (without almost stopping to chat with his classmate)

         - In fact, no one's missing today...

Prof. Loi (indicating a free school desk)

         - What about those  empty chairs?

Second Student

         - It's the usual bench of the two comrades who retired...

Prof. Loi (in annoyed tone)

         - Ah! Haven't they  picked it up yet?

Third Student (sarcastically)

         - Hey, teacher! Are you kidding? They have surely been very busy !!!

Prof. Loi (in a resigned tone)

         - Oh, yeah! Too much an effort to move it up... Whatever! Who has to justify the absences and delays?

Fourth Student

         - I've forgotten my booklet...

Fifth Student

         - I lost it instead…

 

Sixth student

         - I haven't been given the booklet  yet...

Seventh student

         - Wait, teacher! I'm filling it out!

Eighth student (approaching professorship)

         - Can I see the register, Professor? I don't remember my absences anymore!

Prof (between annoyed and resigned, handing over the class register)

         - Every day I have to waste a quarter of an hour with this bureaucracy! But why don't you make these blessed justifications at home?

Traveling in spacetime with Virgil

 

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 Traveling in  space-time with Virgil

A drama in a prologue, three acts and forty four scenes

by ignazio salvatore basile

 

 

Characters

Virgil:  a Latin dead poet

Dante: an   Italian poet still alive

Men from  Hell

Tommaso Cosimo Caccini,   Lodovico delle Colombe, Niccolò Lorini,

Claudio Acquaviva, Benedetto Mandina , Jacopo Aldobrandini

e don Pedro de Vera: Judges  Inquisitors of the Holy Inquisition in the Galileo’s Trial

Witnesses and Guards at Galileo’s trial

Alberto Tragagliolo: a timeless Florentine

Five Devils of Loudun

Sneezy, Freezy; Slippy, Drippy, Nippy,Showery, Flowery, Wheezy,

Bowery; Hoppy, Croppy, Poppy: Dwarves of French revolution;

James Morton and Lord Digheels: two damned from hell

 

Ferdinand Walsin Esterhàzi, Eduard Drumont, Major du Platy de Clam

and General Mercier and Alphonse Bertillon damned in the Devil’s Island

 

Harold Frederick Shipman,  Irving Roy Cohn, Censors and Gunmen: Sinners from the Great Circle

 

Reverend Jones Marshall Herff Applewhite Jr, Jim MCelvane, Judy IJames

 and  Joyce Touchette: People of the Temple

 

David Berg Karen Zerby and Kathleen Maddox: other guests in the Hell

Ealk : Great Beast, guardian of the Ante Hell

Waitress

Eleanor of Sardinia and  Brancaleone Doria: good people from Purgatory

T.C.B., J.L., J.H., J.M., J.B., B.M.,S.B., B.J., M.D., E.P.,J.R.

and  L.H. : guitar players and other musicians from Purgatory

Angels from Paradise

Beatrice: a beautiful celestial lady.

 

 

Prologue

Somewhere in the space  the Latin poet Virgil and the Italian poet Dante meet again, after almost seven hundred years, for starting a new journey on the universe of human vices and virtues.

Virgil will lead Dante Alighieri, as a guide, across the space-time, through as many different  levels of the human vices, as many centuries have passed by from their first journey.

They will travel  together  through the hell of  desperation up to the hope of repentance of purgatory. At the third level Dante eventually meets Beatrice who will lead him to the true love shore of Paradise.

Scene 1

Dante and Virgil

An aseptic room. On the left a door communicates outside. On the right a spiral staircase leads upside where the spaceship awaits for Virgil and Dante to go. In a total darkness the creak of an opening door. Dante will desperately call for his master Virgil.

 

Dante (a frightened voice in the darkness): May I come in? Is anyone there…? Schoolmaster!!! Are you there? Please answer me… for God’s sake…

(After a short but heavy silence’s time, a scrubbing sound of a lighting match will be heard in the darkness. Then a candle will light an old man sit down at a table covered by piles of books, papers and maps.

Virgil (after reawakening,  he lights the candle ): I must have fallen asleep…Who is in there???

Dante (still trembling): Is it you, master?

Virgil: (going to meet Dante, hardly recognizes his friend, lighting his face) Dante…? My son!!! Why are you so shattered and distraught??? What happened to you???

Dante (getting closer to his master, almost crying in a mixture  of joy and relief ) Oh, Virgil, masterly teacher of my trembling soul… if you only knew what I have gone through…

Virgil (placing his candle on the table, embracing him with protective affection): It’s all right now, my son…

Dante (falling on his arms, starts crying and sobbing): It has been really very hard outside there, in the darkness… I saw death in the face…

Virgil (l.b.): Please, take a sit, my son… It’s all over now…

Dante(reacquiring some trust): Thanks to God I’m with you now…

Virgil (l.b. pouring a glass of water from a jar on the table) Of course… It will be all right now… Please have some water…

Dante (drinking with desire the water): I have escaped three horrible beasts…

Virgil: Have you?

Dante (trembling again and looking afraid at the door): Yes… A tiger, a serpent and a monkey persecuted me up to here…

Virgil: Be calm now… they can’t surely get inside here…

Dante (reassured he looks gratefully at Virgil): I know they can’t my sweet master…

Virgil (with a gesture of affection): Forget about everything now…Are you still determined to take over our journey?

Dante (with a sigh of relief): More than ever master! With you by my side I can face anything fearless!!!

Virgil: (pointing out the spiral staircase)  Don’t you fear to face a long and risky journey  through the Universe with that spaceship?

Dante: Not at all, master!!! I told you: I’m ready to go anywhere with you by my side!!!

Virgil (taking a map on his hands): Let’s talk about it then! Everything is ready… I’ll show you…Do you know what is this?

Dante (bending on the map): Well … I see two cones turned upside down …

Virgil: Come on! It’s an astronomic figure!!!

Dante: I’m sorry…It might be a double cone diagram …

Virgil: That’s better. The bottom cone  represents the past and the  light cone, instead, is future! The point where the apices meet is the present; so we are here now , can you see it?

Dante (pointing the map): Yes master, I surely can! But what is this kind of spiral down here ?

Virgil: The Great Spiral contains all the human’s history, since our brain can retain trace of it…Every concentric circle corresponds to a century time… the inner you go to the center, the nearer you get closer to our ancestral roots, do you get me?

Dante (with a thrill of excitement): That’s makes me feel a bit lost…It’s all so stately… so magnificent…

Virgil: Of course it is! We are talking about the space-time…That’s what the spiral really represents…

Dante (like lost in the clouds): That’s would be fantastic…

Virgil (preventing and reassuring him ): It’s out of our route to travel the warped direction… we’ll walk  the expanding  direction instead…  with our spaceship we’ll intersect the space time right here (he points up with a finger the map)… at the beginning of the fourteenth century and from there we’ll continue towards the present;

Dante (surprised and excited): But that’s the anniversary of my exile  from Florence!!!

Virgil (with an accomplishing smile): Of course! Right the 1302… Don’t you want to know what happened after your left the town???

Dante (enthusiastically): So I’ll be able to see my beloved wife???

Virgil (beating him dear on his head): Have you forgotten we are going to visit the Hell??? You’ll see her in Paradise!!! Or at least in the Purgatory realms…

Dante (disappointed but thoughtful): I’m sorry master… I didn’t forget it but for a while  I thought it might me a sort of passageway in the way to hell… ‘you know?

Virgil: Not at all, my son. Look! All along the spiral’s arms we’ll find the different circles of Hell; in its last part we’ll be in the so called Ante Hell; but here (he points  the map again), where the final part of the spiral almost touches the present’s point we’ll aim the peaks of Purgatory…

Dante (with lively curiosity): so I may argue that the Hell is in the same dimension of past life?

Virgil (complying with satisfaction): That’s right my dear learner. As a matter of fact the right established punishment for the sinners is to stay in the unhappy condition of human life forever, without evolving in a better life like we’ll see for the Purgatory and, above all, for the praised of Paradise!

Dante: I see…

Virgil: Don’t be disappointed. Can’t  you imagine a worse punishment than sharing your own time only with the evil without any good at all?

Dante (positively thoughtful): Of course you’re right…

Virgil: Put it this way: you’ll be able to see your enemies… those who exiled you… lost forever in their thirst of power, in the vacuity of  their nothingness… and those who betrayed you…

Dante: I’m not sure to want such a revenge…

Virgil: That goes to your praise and merit…Aren’t you curious about the destiny of the big priest Boniface? Charles landless Valois? And what about Raniero Zaccaria?

Dante: (sadly) I would prefer to forget them!

Virgil: You don’t have to stop forcedly with them…We can decide the first stop   in advance by the on board controls…

Dante: Do you mean we can land anywhere in the spiral lines of space-time?

Virgil: That’s exactly what I mean!

Dante: I fear to face events too close to my own story…

Virgil: There’s no problem, my son. We can go straight way to any of the circles of any century!!!

Dante : As far as I know something about some good guys I could really go further..Can I know only a few names before we go?

Virgil: Go ahead with the names please!

Dante: (thirstily) Giovanni Boccaccio,  Cino da Pistoia, Pieraccio Tebaldi, Bosone da Gubbio, Geoffrey Chaucer, Johannes Gutenberg  and his  pupil  Johann Numeister!

Virgil: You’ll find them all in the Purgatory or maybe  in the eternal joy of Paradise!

Dante (with a sigh of relief): I think they deserve it, don’t you master?

Virgil: It’s not up to me to decide, not even to discuss such matters…

Dante: I’m sorry master…

Virgil (overflying any argument): Have you got any other name?

Dante: Can you just tell me something about a certain Francesco, the son of my friend, the notary Ser Petracco?

Virgil: Despite everything he has deserved to play another chance to reach Paradise..at least for literary merits… Don’t you think so?

Dante (bewildered, pedantly listing ): Well, I surely prefer  Rinaldo Cavalchini, Menghino Mezzani, Manuello Romano, Giovanni Quirini, Angelo Poliziano, Luigi Pulci, Lorenzo di Pietro, Giovanni di Paolo, Cristoforo Landino, Franco Sacchetti, Leonardo Bruni, Francesco da Barberino and …

Virgil: (cutting him straight) That’s ok, my son! I have got your point of view!!! May be you would like to make our first  stop further in the fifteenth or in the sixteenth century…

Dante (changing attitude, almost apologizing): Oh, the sixteenth  is my favorite one..so full of art…discoveries…new ideas…

Virgil: I’m with you… you can start from there our journey… if you want to…

Dante: Well, it depends from the people we might find over there…in the lines of the infernal spiral I mean…

Virgil: You can make some names, if you want…

Dante: I have a great number in mind…

Virgil: Make ten of them… just to start…

Dante: Let me see… I would start with… Martin Luther,  Nicolaus Copernicus, Leonardo Da Vinci, Niccolò Machiavelli, Michelangelo Buonarroti, William Barker, John Calvin, Sandro Botticcelli, Tintoretto, Luca Marenzio…

Virgil: All in Paradise!!!

Dante: That’s good!!!

Virgil: Any more names?

Dante: Oh, I’ve a great copy… Why don’t you tell me,  master, some names worth to be heard? I would be so grateful…

Virgil: (surprised): Well, there are really plenty. What do you think of Hernan Cortes?

Dante: Do you mean the Spanish conquistador?

Virgil: That’s him, my son…

Dante (a bit upset): Speaking  about Spanish people I would prefer to talk with Diego Guillén de Avila,  Pedro Fernandes de Villegas or with Pedro de Padilla, ‘you see?

Virgil: Well, of course I see, but they are all guys of Paradise…

Dante (quite mortified): I’m really sorry, master…

Virgil (with resolution): Never mind! Do you have any  other names?

Dante: if I were assured about some other figures I would ask you to start straight to the beginning of the seventeenth century…

Virgil: Whom would you like to know of?

Dante: Raffaello Sanzio, Giorgio Vasari, Sir Francis Drake, Amerigo Vespucci, Giovanni Bellini, Adriano Bancheri, Anne Boleyn, John Calvin, Catherine de Medici, Mary Queen of Scots, Charles the Fifth, Nostradamus, Ivan the Terrible, GianPierLuigi da Palestrina, Michel de Montaigne…

Virgil: All of them out of the Great Spiral except for Francis Drake, Nostradamus  and Ivan the Terrible!!!

Dante: (very thoughtful) I’m in two minds… I’m not sure I want to stop just for three names…May I ask for any others?

Virgil: Come on with your last names then!!!

Dante (in one breath): Oliver Cromwell, Johannes Keplero, William Shakespeare,  Cervantes, John Donne, Francis Bacon, Renè Descartes, Thomas Hobbes, Walter Releigh, Mazarino and Richelieu…

Virgil: Only Richelieu and Mazarino have got trapped on the Infernal spiral! But all these names lead us straight to the seventeenth century!!!!

Dante: Very well! I’m ready for the 17^th century now!!!

Virgil: Let’s go then!!!

(while they go towards to the staircase which leads to the spaceship the lights will be off)

 

 

 

 

 

Final Essay in New York

 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BTTSX694

 

Final Essay in a Drama School

Booklet for Musical by Ignazio Salvatore Basile

 

Final Essay in New York

Booklet for Musical by Ignazio Salvatore Basile

The drama is set in New York city around the 2002

Characters

Papa John Brook(baritone) = King of Cleaning also Frank Bandello and Director of the Drama School

Norma Nursey (alto)= His Wife

Geena Loyd (soprano)= Cleaner also student of Drama  School as Lavinia

Mel Baron (tenor)= Delivery Boy and student as Mariotto

Bill Dauber (bass): A kind soul- Student at Drama School

Vincent Da Porto= Boss in the Laundry business

Paris Da Porto= his son (does not appear)

Governor Escalus  Rockefeller (does not appear)

Charlie  Dealer: Pusher, chemist and pharmacist

Flora: housekeeper chez Bandello’s

Other students of the Drama School:David, Patrick, Susan, Ellen, Ada, Lawrence ,Henry, James,Leslie,Edna,Basil,Reginald,Ralph, Margaret

Chief Police Michael Masuccio; Various policemen,

Cleaners, dustmen, choristers and dancers

 

 

First Scene

 

An open space, like the courtyard of a firm. A dozen of handcarts are aligned, waiting for the dustmen to come to work.

As the scavengers arrive the boss assigns them the intervention sectors.

All the scavengers are young and have got an athletic build.

 

J.B. : Hi, Marcus! Good boy! Always the first to come. You’re in pole for the bonus also this week!

Marcus: Thanks Boss!

J.B.: Go to the twelfth  if you don’t mind!

Marcus:  ( taking a trolley) At once!

J.B. (to a girl who in coming) Glenda, to the eleventh today, please!

Glenda: Straightaway J.B.!

J.B. Thanks dear! (approaching a cart to another coming cleaner) To the tenth sector, be kind!

Third cleaner: I go immediately Papa John Brook!