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Philip Braithwaite reading Danny’s Monologue at Waves: Climate Change Theatre Action Aotearoa<\/p><\/div>\n

If you couldn’t make it to Waves, our fantastic #climatechangetheatreaction event recently, or you were there, loved it and would like to relive those magic moments, we’ll be posting some of the creative writing work here for your reading pleasure. \u00a0So no more fear of missing out!<\/p>\n

First up, we’re posting Phil Braithwaite’s moving monologue from The Atom Room. Phil, who teaches on our Expressive Arts programme, has won multiple awards including the top playwriting award in New Zealand, and we were honoured to have him share at Waves this sneak preview from his next major work. \u00a0Our audience nominated the lines ‘And<\/em> the rats and stoats’ and ‘I don’t even know who to be angry at any more’ as some\u00a0of the best lines in the show (along with David Geary’s Al Gore saying ‘I told you so!’)<\/p>\n

In The Atom Room,\u00a0Danny and Sarah are a modern couple. They are living in a long-distance relationship: he is in Wellington, and she is on Mars. But this is a universe where the Earth has been catastrophically damaged by tsunamis and nuclear meltdowns, and the rich elite are moving to outer colonies and Mars.<\/p>\n

Sarah is an engineer and scientist in the Mars programme. Danny is on his own on Earth, working for Envirocorp, the only organisation left that looks out for the environment. Every now and then they can meet in The Atom Room: the most advanced virtual avatar programme in the galaxy. In his monologue, Danny is engaged in a series of interviews, trying to talk about the death of his planet, and why he refuses to leave it.<\/p>\n

Danny\u2019s monologue from The Atom Room<\/em>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Philip Braithwaite<\/p>\n

DANNY \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I once heard this saying: \u2018They were joined at the wound.\u2019 That\u2019s how it was with me and Sarah. Not only<\/em> that, you know, but we discovered pretty early on that we\u2019d both lost everyone in the deluge. We were both orphans.
\nProblem is, now the world is crawling with orphans, running around, trying to find a home.
\nWhen someone\u2019s about to die, and you know they haven\u2019t got long left, you ignore it. You make excuses.
\nHe came home one day. She knew he\u2019d been sick, but mum just thought it was the weather, it was a cold, it was whatever. He brought home some lemons, a bag of lemons. And she said he couldn\u2019t hold onto the bag. He was so weak he couldn\u2019t even carry a bag of lemons.
\nThey\u2019d be out for their daily walk and he\u2019d say, \u2018hold on,\u2019 and he\u2019d have to take some time to get himself together. He\u2019d clutch at a pole or a stairwell or anything that was handy. She said that was all she knew about how sick he was; the rest he kept hidden, beneath that iceberg: the giant was cracking and melting.
\nThe Earth was like that: it cracked open, it split itself down the fault lines. It was sick, its sickness was stabbing our faces, tumbling through us, but we had cars and jobs and families, and we didn\u2019t notice. We lost touch. We walked around in the streets. We didn\u2019t see.
\nI wasn\u2019t there when the deluge came. We called it the deluge, but you know, that\u2019s only the first act. The fault lines, they opened up through the middle. It\u2019s a good thing space exploration was up and running at the time. It\u2019s good the Russians and Americans kept trying to outdo each other. If you had enough money when the tsunamis and storms came you could get out.
\nYou know how everyone thought it was gonna be nuclear war that ended us? It wasn\u2019t like that. It was so much subtler than that, so much slower. It was just that we weren\u2019t paying attention.
\nDad was getting radiation therapy for his cancer at the time. Radiation therapy<\/em>! All he needed to do was stand outside! Open up his arms and let the sky pour itself inside him. The iceberg, it melted, it flowed into the world. The earthquakes, then the tsunamis. The meltdowns. It\u2019s hard to know whether it went willingly or under duress, whether it gave us a passing thought or whether it was happy to jettison us, so that maybe it could start again.
\nNothing much could survive those first few months. But somehow the planet spared me. I was standing on train tracks, the train was coming, and it went right past me.
\nActually I was in an office building discussing a document on the preservation of native birdlife against the threat of rats and stoats, and then the tsunami came and washed away the buildings. And<\/em> the rats and stoats, so that was that<\/em> problem solved.
\nWe were evacuated and taken to a safehouse. One of the many ironies: because I work for the environment we were able to avoid the extremities that it threw at us. Sit it out.
\nAfter that, when the world had shaken us free, we couldn\u2019t cling on anymore; the fault lines, they\u2019d all cracked open; we were walking inbetween, hanging on to the cliff face.
\nCharitable trusts, church groups, they set up shelters, and gave out free counselling, if you didn\u2019t mind the ministers, the church fathers, even the liberal ones, starting to rabbit on about the end-times and being prepared and all that. If you could put up with that then at least you had someone to talk to and a cup of tea: in that sense they certainly were prepared. The earth is cracking open and you\u2019ve still got your choice of Dilmah special filter, Twinings, Bell, or Rooibos for the more adventurous parishioner.
\nI never saw it, except I did. It\u2019s worse in your mind. I have this dream, where the storm comes over the horizon, the burning light, and it sort of envelops everyone \u2026 then \u2026 nothing. I wake up. I wish it was as dramatic as that. It wasn\u2019t like that. I sat it out.
\nWhen the atmosphere became unbreathable, we all bought oxygen helmets. Oxygen helmet manufacturers. Advertising! Everywhere!
\nIt seemed like there was this shift, this perceptible change in \u2026 I don\u2019t know, agendas<\/em>. Suddenly the planet was dead, but no-one was telling you about it. The advertising, it washed over you, like that giant iceberg, flooding towards you, without shape, you\u2019re numb to it. It rolls towards you, this giant mass of buy this and go here and do this and everything\u2019s fine. And money and corporations and pop culture and oil and lemons and chemicals, and Hollywood stars and hydrogen bombs. Ads and bad poetry, and sometimes you can\u2019t tell the difference.
\nBut it wasn\u2019t about Earth. It was pointing somewhere else. No-one was talking about Earth. The commercials, they were talking about spreading out, us children, leaving home for the first time, into the stars, it was time, time to make the change, time to cut the apron strings, that\u2019s where we were supposed to be, out there, the exterior<\/em> of life. When life throws you lemons. That\u2019s where you went if you had the money. That\u2019s where you could feel better. You could pay in instalments. Equity, loans, brokers. Suddenly everyone\u2019s flying to the Moon, to the space stations. They all took off, the governments couldn\u2019t stop them. There was<\/em> no government, even that was gone. You didn\u2019t even know who to be angry at anymore. You walk through the embers now and all you see is where things used<\/em> to be. We\u2019re defined by the past tense.
\nSo Sarah went to Mars, to build a new Eden up there, start again. Create opportunities for chain stores and Dilmah tea bags. I stayed here and tried to rebuild the old. But I want<\/em> to be here. And I\u2019m starting to think, maybe that\u2019s the difference between me and her.
\nI once said to her, \u2018We\u2019re joined at the wound.\u2019 She didn\u2019t like it. She thought it was a weak thing to say. She said I feel sorry for myself, and we have to just get on with it. And I suppose I do feel sorry for myself, but I don\u2019t. I feel sorry for us<\/em>. \u2018Cause it showed us who we really are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If you couldn’t make it to Waves, our fantastic #climatechangetheatreaction event recently, or you were there, loved it and would like to relive those magic moments, we’ll be posting some of the creative writing work here for your reading pleasure. \u00a0So no more fear of missing out! First up, we’re posting Phil Braithwaite’s moving monologue […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,101,1,13,66],"tags":[85,157],"class_list":["post-1297","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creative-writing","category-events","category-expressive-arts-subject","category-theatre","category-wellington-campus-campus","tag-creative-activism","tag-waves"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1297","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/9"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1297"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1297\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1305,"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1297\/revisions\/1305"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1297"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1297"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.massey.ac.nz\/expressivearts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}