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- Herausgeber: Nick Hern Books
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
Elif shears sheep for a rich landowner. Every other waking hour she spends queuing outside the palace, hoping that the King will let her live within the city walls. She comes from a faraway land. She is searching for sanctuary. And this is what we call a 'hostile environment'. Sami Ibrahim's play A Sudden Violent Burst of Rain is a poetic fable about an impenetrable immigration system that mirrors our own. It premiered in Paines Plough's Roundabout in 2022, including a run at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, as a co-production between Paines Plough and Rose Theatre, Kingston, in association with the Gate Theatre, London.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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Sami Ibrahim
A SUDDEN VIOLENT BURST OF RAIN
NICK HERN BOOKS
London
www.nickhernbooks.co.uk
Contents
Original Production Details
Characters
A Sudden Violent Burst of Rain
About the Author
Copyright and Performing Rights Information
A Sudden Violent Burst of Rain was first performed at the Rose Theatre, Kingston, on 13 July 2022, with the following cast:
NARRATOR 1/LANDOWNER’S
Samuel Tracy
SON/GATEKEEPER/WORKER
NARRATOR 2/LANDOWNER/
Princess Khumalo
LILY/REGISTRAR’S REGISTRAR’S
ASSISTANT/WOMAN
NARRATOR 3/ELIF/GRAN
Sara Hazemi
Director
Yasmin Hafesji
Design
Ryan Dawson Laight
Composer and Sound Designer
Roly Botha
Casting Director
Annelie Powell CDG
Lighting
Rory Beaton
Lighting Programmer and Lighting Associate
Jack Ryan
Movement
Yami Löfvenberg
Assistant Director
Joelle Ikwa
Company Stage Manager
Verity Clayton
Deputy Stage Manager
Charlotte Smith-Barker
Production Manager
Guy Ongley
Touring Technician
Zak Brewin
Touring Technician
Jack Scanlon
Characters
ONE
LANDOWNER’S SON
WORKER
LETTERS
TWO
LANDOWNER
GATEKEEPER
LILY
REGISTRAR’S
REGISTRAR’S ASSISTANT
WOMAN
THREE
ELIF
GRAN
Notes
The parts were written to be distributed between three actors, as shown above. But other combinations are possible.
Unattributed text should be divided up between the narrators.
A space tends to indicate a change of speaker – or at least a pause.
Narration is written in a regular font style – like this.
Dialogue is indicated in italics – like this.
The text should run through continuously but a star ( * ) is used to mark out shifts in the action – something like a new chapter.
There are very few stage directions but, in general, it would probably help if the staging isn’t too literal.
This ebook was created before the end of rehearsals and so may differ slightly from the play as performed.
It could start like this: ONE, TWO and THREE sit around a portable paraffin stove.
The flame is bright blue and licks at the battered saucepan above it.
Have you heard this story?
It starts with a woman called Elif sat on a stool in a field holding clippers in one hand and a sheep in the other.
Before long, that sheep was naked. And cold. Poor thing. The woman patted it, it went on its way, the next sheep arrived. You can imagine the look on its face. Just like that. But the look on the woman’s face: steely. Buzz. Naked. Next. Buzz. Naked. Next. Muscles tensed and stretched, as she ripped off thick parcels of wool. This was work she did every day. Up at four a.m: no exceptions. And she didn’t have any friends. No hobbies, not much of a talker. But she got on with it. Every day: always working.
That day, she sat in a field near the coast. Over there – just behind her – was a cart. Her home. As much as you could call it a home.
But it was where she slept, ate, did all the things that happen behind closed doors. And in front of her was the wide ocean. Not that she noticed it.
And you might not think Elif’s work was important. Shearing sheep. But it was more than that. You see, the wool accumulated as Elif sheared it off. Formed bundles. And when enough wool had piled up – and this is scientific fact. Is it? Oh yes: the density of that wool was so low that it actually became buoyant. The wool floated. Rising into the sky. It’s how clouds are formed. All the clouds in this corner of the island came from her. Every single one?
