Production History
The world premiere of The Liquid Plain was produced by Oregon Shakespeare Festival (Bill Rauch, Artistic Director; Cynthia Rider, Executive Director) in Ashland, Oregon, on July 2, 2013. It was directed by Kwame Kwei-Armah. The scenic design was by Brenda Davis, the costume design was by Constanza Romero, the lighting design was by Christopher Akerlind, the sound design and original music were by Victoria Deiorio and the projection and video design were by Alex Koch; the dramaturg was Julie Felise Dubiner and the stage manager was D. Christian Bolender. The cast was:
ADJUA | June Carryl |
DEMBI | Kimberly Scott |
CRANSTON | Danforth Comins |
BALTHAZAR/WILLIAM BLAKE | Armando Durán |
LIVERPOOL JOE | Kevin Kenerly |
BRISTOL | Bakesta King |
JAMES DE WOLFE | Michael Winters |
NESBITT | Josiah Phillips |
GIFFORD | Richard Elmore |
ENSEMBLE | June Carryl, Kevin Kenerly |
The New York premiere of The Liquid Plain was produced by Signature Theatre (James Houghton, Artistic Director; Erika Mallin, Executive Director) on March 8, 2015. It was directed by Kwame Kwei-Armah. The scenic design was by Riccardo Hernandez, the costume design was by Paul Tazewell, the lighting design was by Thom Weaver, the sound design and original music were by Shane Rettig and the projection design was by Alex Koch; the production stage manager was Cole P. Bonenberger. The cast was:
ADJUA | Kristolyn Lloyd |
DEMBI | Ito Aghayere |
CRANSTON | Michael Izquierdo |
BALTHAZAR/WILLIAM BLAKE | Karl Miller |
LIVERPOOL JOE | Johnny Ramey |
BRISTOL | LisaGay Hamilton |
JAMES DE WOLFE | Robert Hogan |
NESBITT | Lance Roberts |
GIFFORD | Tuck Milligan |
THE SHADOW | Tara A. Nicolas |
The role of Bristol was originally written for LisaGay Hamilton.
Characters
ADJUA, born in West Africa, early twenties
DEMBI, born into slavery, from Charleston, mid-twenties
CRANSTON, a white sailor, born in American Colonies, early thirties
BALTHAZAR, Irish, United Irishman, thirties
LIVERPOOL JOE, a black sailor, grew up in Liverpool, twenties
BRISTOL, a free black woman, grew up in England, forties
WILLIAM BLAKE, the poet
JAMES DE WOLFE, a former U.S. senator, seventies
NESBITT, an old black sailor
GIFFORD, an old white sailor
THE SHADOW, a presence, the spirit of Adjua’s sister
GUINEA WORMS
Time
A possible 1791, and 1837.
Places
A harsh, dangerous and imagined Bristol, Rhode Island.
Docks. Tavern. Library of a grand estate. Bottom of the ocean.
Notes
Accents should be light, just a touch, and not realistic. As though remembered from another time.
This is a world conjured from imagination. Nothing about the design needs to be historically accurate.
In the Signature Theatre production, the text of each “passage” was projected for a few moments at the beginning of each scene.
While for Britannia’s distant shore
We weep the liquid plain,
And with astonish’d eyes explore
The wide-extended main.
—PHILLIS WHEATLEY
“A FAREWELL TO AMERICA,” 1773
Prelude
Bristol, Rhode Island, 1791. The far end of the docks. Between the dark and daybreak. As the lights come up, we see The Shadow sprinkle something like powder around the stage. The Shadow then disappears. Now we see Adjua helping Dembi wrap and hide Dembi’s breasts with a long, narrow piece of cloth. This is a ritual between them, and it is both sensual and simple. There are a few moments of wrapping and silence between them. Adjua gives her words to Dembi like a prayer. What they say to one another is a part of the morning ritual, a preparation for the day.
ADJUA: My love. (Beat) When we find our way back home, we will make our child together. It will be the most beautiful child.
DEMBI: Yes he will.
ADJUA: And this child’ll be a hundred worlds rising.
DEMBI: Our miracle.
(Dembi pulls on his shirt, adjusts it. Now they are both ready to face whatever the day brings.)
ACT ONE
Scene One
PROJECTED TEXT: BOOK ONE. PASSAGE OF CLAY: BRISTOL, RHODE ISLAND, 1791.
The docks. We hear ships rubbing against the docks, water rolling, though the sound is slightly distorted and not realistic.
We now see empty sugar casks. A pile of old rope. A heap of torn sails still needing to be mended. Perhaps a broken mast off the dock, the rusty chain of an anchor or a piece of severed hull. Sharp, dangerous things. And yet the docks are not cluttered. This part of the dock, though now mostly bare and derelict, was once busy with the small industry of the poor.
This is a world of violence and the threat of violence. There is always the presence of danger, and the decisiveness of people to use brute force, and respond to it. It is a predatory, ferocious environment with ragged edges that cut at every turn.
Lights up on Adjua and Dembi leaning over a jagge...