Script — Boesman And Lena

There are plays that entertain you. There are plays that move you. And then there is Athol Fugard’s Boesman and Lena —a play that grabs you by the collar, drags you into the mud, and refuses to let you look away until you have stared the very concept of "home" in its hollow, desperate face.

Have you seen a production of this play? Did it break you as much as it broke me? Let me know in the comments. Boesman And Lena Script

Read it for the poetry of the desperate. Read it for the fury of the forgotten. But mostly, read it to sit in awe of a writer who could find the entire universe in the space between a man, a woman, and a pile of scrap metal. There are plays that entertain you

For those looking to perform a cutting, the script is a goldmine of raw, rhythmic text. Lena’s speech to the sleeping Outa—where she lists all the places she has lived like a desperate litany of failed geography—is one of the greatest female monologues in 20th-century drama. And Boesman’s final, terrifying realization that he might be invisible, that he might not exist if no one speaks his name, is the sound of a soul collapsing. Have you seen a production of this play