Dear World [ I Just Want to be Heard ],

October 5th, 2014 by George Martorano

For some years now I am housed in the Skills Program Unit. Of which the court-ordered inmate students in the program have emotional, physical and learning disabilities. Once arriving in the skills program they of course are put in the classroom. Where I come in as a teacher and mentor. There is a life style educational course that lasts for 16 months of varies classes one has to take before he graduates…..Aah, then there is the special day of performances, speeches, certificates….and a different me. So, on that special festive day…..”Rosco” appears. You see, I created the very very low to the ground character “Rosco”. I do this by getting the biggest pair of shoes I can find on the compound; kneel into them with my knees; drape a large poncho over me, of course my famous large, chewed up straw hat and my twisted, taped up glasses. And, with each graduation, “Rosco” has something to say…..

“I never wrote before, I started this letter in the hole…..The hole is a place to think a lot and get mad a lot. Yet, I must like it, for I am always going back. I do not really know how to write much but I am trying. For I believe I can change. You see, all my life people made fun of me, hurt me. So I did things to hurt them back. But in the end…..I only beat myself down. I have now learned feeling sorry for myself and lashing out only brings those inter tears. No, Heaven and even the skills program, want me to help myself….. My name is Rosco and today reading this at graduation…..I am going to be a better person. Though I am small, my hopes and dreams be tall…..So, please, please world. I want you to know. Today, I begin to change…..Today I am happy rain.”

I subscribe myself,
George [Rosco] Martorano
10/4/14

Mud’s Brutal Beauty [Act III]

October 5th, 2014 by George Martorano

SCENE: It is such a lovely day. Up on stage, there is a quaint, colorful, tree lined city street; birds should be singing. There is a bench facing the audience. On the bench is Lorraine and Officer Terry [ Brian]. They are now both dressed in every-day-fashion. She is wearing a lovely, light colored, summer dress, with a touch of flowers…..and, once Mud’s Brutal Beauty even holds a beautiful ,bouquet flowers, and, a latte in the other. Brian, no less, is in a business suit also drinking a latte. On the bench with them is a flower-box and a couple small bags. Also, near there feet on the ground is a large, fancy, shopping bag…..Right behind where they sit, is, a very large cut-out of a tour bus; on the bus’s side states,’ Liberty Bell Tours’…..Oh, one last thing…..Lorraine is ‘showing’….for she is pregnant.

LORRAINE: “Look at the colors on the petals, my so deep, so rich.”

BRIAN: “Like your eyes.”

LORRAINE: “Oh, you’re so sweet, you’re always saying nice things…..Ooh!” [She quickly holds her stomach]

LORRAINE: [continues] “Oh, the baby kicked. The way the little sucker kicks, I bet it’s going to be a boy.”

BRIAN: “Boy or girl, doesn’t matter as long as we’re all together.”

LORRAINE: “Yes, our love is a strange one, I’ll give us that.”

BRIAN: “I’ll say, still got pain in my back, you know the day we first met.” [He simulates stabbing, then feels his back]

LORRAINE: [Laughs] “Your back’s ok when I scratch it making love.” [And she gently rakes her fingernails across his arm, then kisses his cheek]

BRIAN: [Reaches in one of the small bags] “Here, some more chocolate.”

LORRAINE: [Takes a piece] “Umm, oh my, I can’t get enough of chocolate, this baby got to love chocolate, I crave it so much.” [Chews , laughs]

BRIAN: “Hey, you think we’ll like Montana?”

LORRAINE: “What’s not to like, it’s beautiful up there. Christ, better than North Philly, better than this whole damn city. We’ll just start a new life, who knows have more kids.” [Laughs]

BRAIN: “…..More?”

LORRAINE: “Sure, why not, one thing about us, we’re not afraid to take chances, are we?”

BRIAN: [Shakes his head no] “…..No, we go for it.”

LORRAINE: [Holds up latte in salute] “Go for it.”

SCENE: We hear S.O. of a loud engine…..Then, the tour bus begins moving off from behind them…..And there, in the backdrop, across the street, in large letters, states, ‘Jefferson Bank’, and of course the structured front of a bank and its’ two front doors.

BRIAN: [Looks at his wrist watch] “Well, it’s nine, opening time, shall we?”

LORRAINE: ” Yes we shall.”

SCENE: Quickly and roughly they discard their lattes to the ground…. Also, the lovely bouquet gets tossed down too. Then, Brian reaches down into the large shopping bag, comes out with two masks, hands her one….. Once, the masks are on them,we see the infamous face of the prisoner, George Martorano …. Brian, then reaches into the bag again, takes out a saw-off shotgun . Lorraine, just flips off the lid of the flower-box and out comes a machine gun.

BRIAN: [Stands] “…..Ready!?”

LORRAINE: [Stands, yet, with Brian's help, After all she's pregnant] “…..I’m always fuckin’ ready!”

SCENE: And with a warrior’s cry…..!! They both start to hurry across the street; Lorraine holding her stomach and gun…..

Lorraine: [ stops,yells] ” my chocolate , get the fuckin’ chocolate…..!”

SCENE: Brian runs back to the bench for the two small bags of chocolate, hurries back to her…..Then, they both quickly continue right through the front doors of the bank….. V.O. ‘ Everybody, hands in the air !!’…..Then. S.O. Of gun fire!!

[The Finale]

By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973
9/27/14

Dear Human Hope:

September 23rd, 2014 by George Martorano

It is I ,George Martorano and I have been clinging to thee for oh so long . Thus, today I try, try and try; the start of 32- years, caged .

“The far away sound.The far away sound…..I and pen in the fourth-world night . Writing to strike hate. Writing for love. Writing less heart dies, fate killed…..Then I cry out ….. Go on George! Write WRITE! You must write!….. For time cheats mind, snaps the very spine of tears….. With hope and words, the happen comes ….. Yet alas, again I sit, the cursed son. There, in the dark corner of cell, head bent, hand crawls to ink….. You see, human hope. Long long ago they so so planned and prison came to this self. Came with little of dreams. Came to grind and grind….. No sun no moon no star just ugly day upon sorrow’s face….. Here, and I hear all. All alone…..The far away sound…..The far away sound….. Tis ‘ Hope’ ….. ”

I subscribe myself,
Prisoner- 12973
September 19th ,2014

Mud’s Brutal Beauty [ Act II ]

September 16th, 2014 by George Martorano

SCENE: The 2nd act opens….. More light directs to center stage. There, we see a makeshift structure of brown, earthen looking walls. There is a ladder up against the back wall. It is a simulation of a below-ground-bunker. A small place with few items: books, can goods, a few boxes of groceries on crooked shelves some buckets and a small hot plate upon the ground. Next to the hot plate is a wooden crate with 2 candles burning on it …. Lying on the ground on top of an old ,patched-up quilt,his hands secured in his own handcuffs also his ankles secured with plastic ties and facing the audience, is Officer Terry. He’s propped up against the back wall next to the ladder. With no shirt on, his ribs are wrapped in soiled cloth, also his head is wrapped. He’s unconscious. There with him, is, the girl of mud. She’s still covered in it. She squatting on the ground in bare feet preparing food on the hot plate with a stick; an old knife is sticking in the ground where she’s cooking…..Seems she tore a long slit up one leg on the old dress too.

OFFICER TERRY: [ slightly moves, comes awake with a moan ] ” Where, am I…..? ”

GIRL: [ Stirs the pot, chuckles ] ” Oh, you radioed, they never came.At least not that fast.Remember this is North Philly .Cops get wasted all the time up here.Your radio ‘s buried ,in parts. Your gun, I got. ” [ She picks up the gun ] ” I stabbed you. Don’t think I won’t shoot your ass…..” [ Lays down the gun next to her ]

OFFICER TERRY: [ Feels his head with his secured hands, feels the bandages ] ” My head, you you…..”

GIRL: [ Looks at him ] ” well, shit happens, getting you down here, you’re heavy. I guess I dropped you. Fuck, dragging you here was hard enough.” [ He feels his side, his back ] ” Don’t worry I got the glass out, you’ll live…..Hope you like soup.”

OFFICER TERRY: ” Dragged me where ? ”

GIRL: ” Well, had to do something if and I mean if they ever got there, your cop friends. I mean out there.” [ She points up ] “No, they won’t find you here. They’ll look all over North Philly. And…..”

OFFICER TERRY: [ Cuts her off ] ” But why did you attack me, I mean I was trying to help, now you’re a kidnapper. And…..”

GIRL: [ Grabs gun, points it at him ] ” Shut up, shut the fuck up! Why I attacked you? Cause I’m a fucking nut, that’s what you all think. After what I’ve been through. I, I just went crazy that’s all. You on the fuckin’ radio. I didn’t need another stay in the mental ward. They try to rape you there too. So, I dragged you through the vacant lots and here, here, so just shut up ! ” [ She puts gun down continues preparing the soup ]

OFFICER TERRY: “…..Here ? ”

GIRL: [ Looks at him, annoyed ] ” Yes, here’s my hideout, dug it myself had to, had to.”

OFFICER TERRY: “…..Had to ? ”

GIRL: ” Yeah, stop living in the house a while ago.Fuck those homeless shelters. Been down here, it’s safe.”

OFFICER TERRY: ” So you tend the garden, then at night down here ? ”

GIRL: [ Shakes her head yes, picks up gun again, she's cautious, hands him a small bowl of soup, no spoon ] “…..Here ”

OFFICER TERRY: [ In some pain reaches for bowl with both hands ] ” Thanks, thanks…..But how long you plan keeping me down here…. ? ”

GIRL: “Just eat the fuckin’ soup.”

SCENE: As Officer Terry slowly slurps the soup…..The girl holding the gun reaches for one of the buckets, it’s heavy…..She lays the gun near her and away from him…..Then, something amazing begins. The girl of mud begins washing herself, sponging herself slowly and somewhat sexy…..What unfolds before Officer Terry eyes, is a beautiful woman…..As the water cleanses so does it wet the fabric upon her tattered and torn dress with that slit up her leg and all revealing a very shapely body…..She’s so lovely that Officer Terry stops with the soup, and…..only stares…..As the goddess continues to reveal herself…..S.O. Of a dog barking in the distance above…..Quickly, she stops bathing, grabs the gun and steps near the ladder, near Officer Terry. She’s very tense…..Yet, with one sexy leg up on the ladder’s rung. And, Officer Terry lying there….. taking the sexy leg and her all in…..Strange moments now pass between the two .

OFFICER TERRY: [ Looking up at her ] “…..You’re beautiful.”

GIRL: [ Still looking above, still tense ] “…..What ? ”

OFFICER TERRY: “I said you’re beautiful…..What’s your name ? ”

GIRL: [ Feels the danger from above is gone..... S.O. the barking has faded away .....she looks down at him, pauses ] “…..Lorraine.”

SCENE: After revealing her name. Lorraine just goes back to the bucket, places the gun down…..Continues her sponge-bath.
…..While Officer Terry, still in awe….. his eyes eating her up…..

LORRAINE: ” Stop staring at me cop.”

OFFICER TERRY: ” Where else can I look ? ”

LORRAINE: [ Stares at him; puts the gun down next to her ; pulls the knife out of the ground ;blows out the candles.The bunker's dims of some light..... And she slowly steps to him ] “…..You hungry for something else cop? ”

OFFICER TERRY:[ tense ,looking at the knife she holds, lays the soup down, thinking , is death coming ] “…..What ? ”

SCENE: Lorraine stands before him. Her back to the audience. She quickly bends, cuts the plastic ties freeing Officer Terry’s legs; then quickly jams the blade to the hilt into the wall above him….. She yanks up the handcuffs, extending his arm up, hooking the handcuff-chain across to the blade. Looking down at him …..She steps back a little….. slowly begins taking down the top of her dress, there’s no bra. She has a lovely back, and there, we see a large tattoo down the length of her back. A strange tattoo of a woman’s high heel at the bottom of a crescent moon….. Then, joined with a rich colored light that beams right onto the tattoo, then fades…..Officer Terry shimmies his butt up more, wanting to sit up more, wanting to watch her every move…..Lorraine begins spreading his legs with her foot….. slowly. Then, kneels between his legs. She bends for his lips, her arms pressing his shoulders back, and they kiss….. kiss more…..And now, soft sighs venture forth from them both…..Now the bunker lights go entirely away…..Within the dark…..V.O. Of two strangers making love…..Aaah, and joined with the distant S.O. bark of a dog from above…..

[Intermission, for coming Third Act]

By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973
9/13/14

Mud’s Brutal Beauty [ Act 1 ]

September 7th, 2014 by George Martorano

SCENE: Upon the stage in low eerie light. Sits a small, broken down home; more of a shack. The windows have little glass, mostly they are boarded up. The front door is battered up too; looking as if it has been repeatedly broken into. There are some cinder blocks for front steps. There is a small vegetable garden out front …..This sad vocation lies on a barren street, with debris laden vacant lots on both sides of the poor looking home . Surely, is a sad dwelling. The street itself has large pot holes. Has sidewalks of broken cement and weeds extending up here and there; the curves of the sidewalk are crumbling here and there. Also, there is a single street light near the garden. On the opposite side of the garden is an old street sign ,tilting down and the name on it is, “Mercy” …..In short time……A girl; what looks like a girl, comes from inside the worn-out home. She is wearing a torn and tattered filthy dress. In fact, she is filthy herself: her hair, face, arms and legs are covered in mud……She steps for the garden, goes down on her knees and begins to tend to the verging plants…..As she toils in the dirt with her hands….. S.O. of someone whistling…. Then, a young, fit, attractive police officer enters the stage; whistling a tune and swinging a night stick non-chalanlantly…..For he is walking his city-beat.

POLICE OFFICER: [ stops swinging his nightstick, stops whistling ,stops to talk ] “…..Hello, I’m Officer Terry. This is my beat, I mean, I just started today.”

SCENE: The strange, looking filthy girl…..Pauses, looks up at him…..And does not speak.

OFFICER TERRY: “There isn’t much this end of town, I mean, North Philly seems like it has been bombed out or something. Your house, it is your house? It’s the only one on this block.”

SCENE: After staring at him…..The girl just continues taking care of her garden.

OFFICER TERRY: “Looks like those plants need water, and…..”

GIRL: [ speaks to the dirt ] “My water’s cut off.”

OFFICER TERRY: “…..Oh?”

GIRL: ” My electric too.”

OFFICER TERRY: “Well, I can fill out a report. Maybe the city will assist…. I believe there’s a program that ……”

GIRL: [ looks up at him quickly , cutting him off ] “Assist, assist what, what program, this is North Philly, nobody cares about North Philly, nobody !” [ and she just continues with her garden ]

OFFICER TERRY: [ doesn't know what to say ] “…..Ah, ah, your front door looks broken into.”

GIRL: [ Stops, looks at her front door ] “Yes, used to be a lot…” [continues her gardening]

OFFICER TERRY: “…..A lot?”

GIRL: [ still just talks to the ground while toiling ] “Yes, they use to break in, gangs I mean, rape me, take what little I had”

OFFICER TERRY: [ Shocked ] “Raped you! Who!?”

GIRL: [ Stands, yells ] “You think I like looking like this, look at me! Mud’s my protection! Who’d want to rape me now, who!?” [ and she starts to weep ]

OFFICER TERRY:[ confused, thinking she's crazy ] ” How can I help you, are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital ? Just tell me how, how I can help you ?”

GIRL: [ Weeps, yet talks ] “How, how!….. You’re the first cop I’ve seen in years, years. When, when they did things to me and and my fuckin’ food stolen !…..Hey, how’d you find this street anyway !?”

OFFICER TERRY: [ points his nightstick the way he came ] “…..I, I just walked this way.”

GIRL:[ starts backing up slowly ] “You’re lost then! You don’t care ! You don’t fuckin’ care! ”

OFFICER TERRY: [ looks deeply at her ] “…..Maybe, I, yes a little lost, yes, but but I’ll need your name. I just want to make some sense of all this, it’s my job, my beat, look, you got problems. Just your name please. Do you have I.D. ? ”

GIRL: [ looks deeply back at him. Then, runs for the front door and into the house, yelling.... the front door remains wide open ] “Go away !….. Just go the fuck away !”

SCENE: Officer Terry stares at the front…..The way she went then disappeared ….. He then decides on something, sides his nightstick in the ring on his side and goes for his two-way radio, begins talking…..Yet, going nearer to the front door, but, turns his back slowly to the front door ; looks out to the street…..

Officer Terry :[ speaks into two-way radio ] “…. Officer Terry here , Officer Terry to desk Sergeant desk Sergeant., 10-4 10-4 come in ……”

V.O-S.O.[ two-way radio ] “….. Terry, desk sergeant here , I heard you 10 -4 …. I here you ,go ahead, 10-4″

Officer Terry : “I have an emergency assistance situation. I have a female covered in mud, living in an abandon home, she says she’s been raped by a gang…..Yes sir, yes sir, I understand……I ”

V.O.-S.O. [ two-way radio ] ” hold on a minute Terry,10-4…..”

Officer Terry : “…..I’ll hold, 10-4 ”

SCENE: As Officer Terry pauses in communicating with his superior; seemingly looking up at the tilted street sign; that word ‘Mercy’ on it ,suddenly, the sign gets beamed with some light ……….Then, the girl of mud “races” out the open front door!….. She’s holding a long piece of pointed glass! And, with a blood-curdling scream….!! Plunges the glass weapon into the unsuspecting back of Officer Terry !…..He succumbs to the ground,along with a cry of pain ! …..He is a “downed” officer.

V.O.-S.O. [ two-way radio grasped in Officer Terry's hand, blasting ] “Terry, are you there, 10-4 …10-4, Terry, are you there, come in, come in…. ?!”

SCENE: The girl of mud begins to back away from the downed officer…..Mumbling as she backs…staring down at him ….. Her hand has blood on it from the “killing glass”; half broken glass she tightly holds ….. The backs of her bare, muddy feet hit the front steps…..She turns and hurries inside…..Then,the hurt Officer Terry starts to move, starts to crawl accompanied by his moans….. Officer Terry try’s to reach behind him, for that piece of glass in his back…… Yet, he holds onto the two-way …..Across the stage…… he crawls, he struggles…..

Officer Terry: [ desperate, weakening, speaks into two-way radio ] “I’m down, down……Mercy street, Mercy, one house, crazy lady, mud mud, all mud …..”[ and he passes out ]

Then, the stage and theater begin to go dark…and dark…and dark…Then…V.O. a single, long wailing scream from “her” in darkness !!

[an intermission for Act II]

By: George Martorano
Copyright: 12973
9/6/14