Part I
The Beekeeperās Daughter
In memory of two friends, Ned Ryerson and Dorothy Dinnerstein.
For the people of Bosnia and Herzegovina and all who are forced to become refugees.
The Beekeeperās Daughter premiered at the Dionysia World Festival of Contemporary Drama, Veroli, Italy, in 1994, directed by Karen Malpede. George Bartenieff played Robert Blaze; Lee Nagrin played Sybil Blaze; Funda Dyal played Rachel Blaze, Jared Reinmuth, Jamie Knox, Christen Clifford, Admira Ismic; The New York premiere was at the Florence Mission Project, Bleecker St. Theater, directed by Karen Malpede, assistant director, Mahayana Landowne, lighting by Tony Giovannetti, costumes by Sally Ann Parsons. George Bartenieff played Robert; Lee Nagrin, Sybil; Christen Clifford, Admira; Brendan Corbalis played Jamie; Carolyn Goelser played Rachel. Theater Three Collaborative revived the play in 2016 at Theater for the New City, directed by Karen Malpede, lights by Tony Giovannetti, costumes by Carisa Kelly and Sally Ann Parsons, set by Michaelangelo De Serio, music by Arthur Rosen. George Bartenieff reprised his role as Robert Blaze; Evangeline Johns played Sybil Blaze; Najla Said, Rachel Blaze; P.J. Brennan, Jamie Knox; Di Zhu, Admira Ismic.
Characters
Robert Blaze, an American poet living in self-chosen exile
Jamie Knox, an androgynous American literary critic
Sybil Blaze, Robertās sister, the beekeeper
Rachel Deming-Blaze, Robertās grown daughter, a human rights worker
Admira Ismic, a Bosnian Muslim war victim
Setting
The Beekeeperās Daughter takes place on an island in the Adriatic Sea, early summer to fall 1993, with an epilogue nine months later. Four settings are called for: the House, an open expanse near the Beehives, the Forest, and a cliff near the Sea. The settings should be simple in the extreme; there is no need for them to be realistic, but they should be suggestive of an austere Mediterranean beauty. It is best if each scene takes place in a different location on the stage. In the 2016 production, the stage was rectangular and each scene spilled closer toward the audience. The House, raised, was upstage, the Hives just below, the Forest mid-stage, and the cliff was played a few feet from the first row.
Scene I
The House
(The main room of a simple, stone house on a remote Adriatic island; a large window leads to the outside, two doors on either side lead to bedrooms and the kitchen. Outside the house, downstage, are Sybilās beehives. Sybil, a large woman dressed in white beekeeping smock, gloves, hat, and veil, stands by the large window, watching. Sound of a flute being played. A beautiful, young, androgynous man, Jamie Knox, dressed in shorts, tank top and flowing kimono, nearly dances into the room and stretches himself out on the chaise lounge; he is followed by Robert Blaze, the flute player. It is obvious that these two men have just made love.)
SYBIL: The bees are cold.
JAMIE: I feel so wonderfully hot.
SYBIL: Rachelās coming.
ROBERT: Rachel? Rachel who?
SYBIL: Your child.
ROBERT: So Iām told, though since I neglected to keep her mother under and lock and key, I canāt be entirely sure.
JAMIE: If you were speaking like that about anyone except your first wife, I would take it as a sexist remark.
ROBERT: Dora was a rather astonishing libertine.
JAMIE: Itās the misfortune of the female poet that the knowledge that she slept with virtually every major voice of the twentieth century so far exceeds her literary reputation.
ROBERT: Dora wrote with Sapphic passionā¦
JAMIE: Quite.
ROBERT: ⦠for that I forgave her everything.
JAMIE: However, you are the oracular voice for the new age.
ROBERT: You, the light of the last chapter of my life. Why is Rachel coming here?
JAMIE: To share paradise with us, why not?
SYBIL: To see me.
ROBERT: Rachel is nothing like Dora. Serious to a fault. When she found she could not save her mother she decided to save the world.
JAMIE: Poor Rachel. (He is quoting ROBERT) āThe world continues its destructive course/so we must squander love upon the open flesh.ā
ROBERT: Rachel has always been obscenely chaste. She saw how sex destroyed her mother.
JAMIE: Sex was Dora Demingās elixir; she had to forget the doomsday voice inside her head.
ROBERT: Donāt romanticize Dora. In many ways she was a perfectly ordinary extremely difficult woman.
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