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Barthes Baby: A Play In One Act

23rd June 2009

Interior. Night.

Ani: Barthes, baby. I’m pregnant.

Barthes: I’m dead, yo.

Ani: What do you mean you’re dead?

Barthes: (silent)

Ani: Ay, me! I am bringing another fatherless bastard into this wretched world.

Ani: Your words have fucked me.

Curtain.

[Translation: The one about the bus stop is in > kill author, issue one, the Barthes issue. Fuck but its pretty. Alongside: heart-stabber J.A. Tyler, fierce Barry Graham and my favourite irreverent fuckers, Robb Todd and xTx — AND a bunch of people whose writing I didn’t know and now so much want to like Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, Sheldon Lee Compton … ]

Posted in Zeal on Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009 at 10:42 pm
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4 responses

  1. xtx comments:
    24th June 2009 at 1:16 am

    word up. loved yours.

  2. mariana comments:
    24th June 2009 at 2:24 am

    If you mess with Barthes, that is exactely the response I would imagine in one of his plays, dont expect sweet comforting words, just deal with his fuck up mind in this fuck up word

  3. Barthes comments:
    24th June 2009 at 3:05 pm

    i might be dead and therefore not entirely in control of my faculties, but i don’t remember writing any plays, Mariana. you sure you aren’t confusing me with Shakespeare?

  4. Ani Smith comments:
    24th June 2009 at 8:19 pm

    xTx: Loved yours more, sugar.

    Mariana: I didn’t mess with him, the bastard messed with me.

    Barthes: Shut up and go buy the baby’s milk dammit.

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