|Excerpt from Woman and Scarecrow by Marina Carr
Enter the thing in the wardrobe, regal, terrifying, one black wing, cobalt beak, clawed feet, taloned ﬁngers. It is scarecrow, transformed. Stands looking at woman, shakes itself down, woman stares at it.
Scarecrow takes woman’s hand, pierces vein in her wrist, a fountain of blood shoots out. Scarecrow dips quill into woman’s wrist. A cry of pain from Woman.
Woman We don’t belong here. There must be
Scarecrow You’re determined to go with romance on your lips.
Woman I know as well as the next that the arc of
Scarecrow It comes from the Latin, pati, to suffer
© Marina Carr , all rights reserved
Excerpted from *Woman and Scarecrow, published Gallery Press, 2006.
|Gallery Press celebrated their 43rd Anniversary in publishing this week of February 2013. Marina Carr is a playwright known to us for the excellence of her work. I was incredibly privileged to witness Marina read from her play Woman and Scarecrow in Galway during Gallery Press’ 40th Anniversary celebrations three years ago. I blogged about Carr’s reading here.
I am interested in how writers use the theatrical-space to create image and symbol, as much as I am interested in how poets use the theatrical-space for poetic works. Gallery Press publish both poetry and drama, thus I wanted to look at Marina Carr’s use of structure and symbol in Woman and Scarecrow. Thank you to Suella from The Gallery Press who has helped me to find the relevant sections of the play, and who has often aided me in the past with regard to permissions for hosting Gallery poets on this blog.
4 responses to “‘Woman and Scarecrow’ by Marina Carr”
just amazing, certainly amazing
The image of Scarecrow writing an account in the blood of Woman was very visual – it is an amazing play. I think it was performed in Tallaght as recently as 2012. Gallery Press produces some marvellous visual artists both in drama and in poetry. They are 43 and it was a small way of celebrating Irish art.
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a powerful excerpt, needed to share it on
Thanks. Theatre is one of the spaces where the visual/aural and poetic arts meld. I like the way the lines blur in theatrical spaces. I saw a reading of the play. Interestingly , it was very difficult to source images based on the reading.To explain, Carr stood on an empty stage and read from those sections – without the playography. For me, it stands as a piece of visual art, quite apart from its production and performance as a piece of theatre.