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Two Iphigenia Plays
Ellen McLaughlin
IPHIGENIA IN AULIS
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IPHIGENIA
CLYTEMNESTRA
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Ellen McLaughlin
CLYTEMNESTRA. We came down from the hot rock mountains.
Everything creaking on the backs of our animals and their
flanks straining to keep from falling. And as we descended, I was
thinking — a world of men, what kind of place am I taking my
darling? A place of idle soldiers —the most dangerous kind.
Spears oversharpened by boys burning to kill for the first time.
A man. A man. And one of those boys, one of those eager, beard
less, ignorant hopped-up lonely bastards is waiting for her. He
will take her from me. Because he can. I looked back. There she
was behind me, squinting through the dust we kicked up, look
ing down, waiting for something to see, something to make
sense. And she is taller than I remember. She is strong enough,
I suppose. So we kept on descending.
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It is a powerless power
Like this wind which is only remarkable in its absence
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Ellen McLaughlin
All the way to the tent
So many eyes glittering in the firelight
Fixed on me diminishing
Until the flap swallowed me and I became invisible again
And they could turn and eat
I hold the darkness to my face
As if it were food
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Ellen McLaughlin
IPHIGENIA IN TAURIS
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IPHIGENIA
CHORUS
ORESTES
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Ellen McLaughlin
Which is to say, life
No one to dress up for here
Just the unseen gods
No one to kiss
No crowds at the marketplace
No news
Nothing to talk about, really
I guess we should be happy
We are girls forever
And we are all rather pretty in white
And life is scorchingly uneventful
It's just that sometimes one dreams
And that can get you into trouble
Because we remember life in dreams
Noises, voices, cries
Colors that buzz up against each other
Things to touch
the skin of oranges
the cheek of a lover
books
tools
paper
There is nothing to touch here
Except each other
And we are all too sad for that
This is privilege
We can't help wondering what we might have become without it
If we'd been left alone
chorus. Bleeding
Getting angry
Talking too loud
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Too fast
Too much
chorus. Or Life?
We think of Greece
And it is really all about what we didn't quite see, hear, touch
But what we sensed
We were girls there
Privileged girls
On the threshold of consciousness
Hurried past what was essential
We remember the cities and what we see are
Corners not walked around
Dark doorways
Like open mouths
We would not pass through
But wondered
Conversations held just barely out of earshot
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So that we heard sound
Sibilance
Scattered syllables
But not the sense
Muted colors of a life seen through a veil
And now we are all still guessing
Just at a greater distance
At a terrible height
iphigenia. And I do
But only at the point of a knife
I feel their necks
From which would issue answers
But no
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IPHIGENIA. Who?
Orestes. My mother.
IPHIGENIA. Well, why would you do that?
Orestes. Yes. I was a soldier first and for a long time. Only lately
a matricide.
IPHIGENIA. Funny you should say so. That's why you were brought
to me. I'm supposed to kill you.
ORESTES. Why?
IPHIGENIA. It's what I have been told to do.
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Orestes. I was always a sacrifice. Since I was a child. Beaten into
submission to the tune of fathers all my life. I was plunged into
the arms of the military early on, world of boys. Muscled, fatted
to sacrifice in the name of fathers, which is the name of states,
countries, gods. Told to obey, to lay down my body, my spirit to
him, to always him. Fathers. It was easy to kill her. I've done it
so often. The quick quieting of limbs, dulling of eyes. Simple.
What did I know about mothers? Everything I've learned about
mothers is what they have been screaming into my ears since
the moment I did it. They strum my sinews like harps and sing
about her. And in this song, this pain, this madness, I am taught
that when I took my mother's life I made myself an exile from
all nature. My crime, her blood, sears through the fabric of the
world. What did I know about nature? It was not in my training.
iphigenia. Pariahs.
iphigenia. In fate.
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IPHIGENIA. And you.
Orestes. Blood knits us.
IPHIGENIA. Saved.
IPHIGENIA. Terrible.
Orestes. Hovering.
IPHIGENIA. We are performing a legend.
orestes. Oblivion.
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Orestes. I do. I murdered her last. Mine was the last. If it's redress,
you should kill me.
ORESTES. Justice.
(Pause. They are both looking up. They look at each other.)
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IPHIGENIA. I can do this for you
Orestes. Inelegant
IPHIGENIA. A quirk
Orestes. A sliver of light
IPHIGENIA. That is only
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