Neo-Futurist Plays

PLAYS WRITTEN BY AMY LANGER FOR THE SAN FRANCISCO NEO-FUTURISTS FROM OCTOBER 2013 - JULY 2021, UPDATED PERIODICALLY

a list of titles, with links to selected plays and a couple of videos

2021

week in the knees

a window, of time

the surface of the moon, seen from a distance

hivemind

2020

war play

The specter of death moves closer every day and I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. (OK, I'm in my mid-thirties, but the point still stands)

vanishing point

smurfette

chicken

My dad, Ozzy Osbourne

hey guys

a play for the salt marshes & the tiny mice that live there

oral fixation

American Horror Story: Berkeley Bowl; or: if my internal soundtrack actually matched my experience trying to exit the supermarket 

we. us.

send noodz; or: for a good time, text 415-903-4595

Cloud Play, a one act with no words

Distance

The libraries are closed, but I do have this book, found on the ground -- a great gift, a divine intervention -- to help us in our bedtimes of need Or: Amy Langer reads the scripts from the first season of Seinfeld to help you fall asleep

What's in the Fridge? (a choral piece for six)

The screaming into the abyss helpline

In which Amy Langer enlists acclaimed musician John Pierson (Screeching Weasel, Even in Blackouts) to help her, since music has really never been her bag, but this is a momentous occasion and needs to be celebrated through the power of song

fish, out of

Gogo and Didi, 2020

Chain (mail)

The Sofa Taxonomy Project

a brief pause to feel yourself in your body, to let you muscles loosen before you (and you must) tense them again in service of the fight

A play called “In which you are who you are, where you are, and you’re watching Dr. Cornel West say ‘We are witnessing America as a failed social experiment’ on CNN.“

"Thoughts and Prayers"

picture them, smiling

The theoretical size and shape of a dog named George

dress rehearsal for the eventuality of when we get to do this again

Lettuce

coming out

The Queer Fantasy Line

an imperfect metaphor in which “woman” is an island, and you are coming towards me; or: life's a beach

Onion

A pen. A journal. A six-sided die.

You Should Be Asleep TV

persistence of vision

right now, I am sad

Distanced learning

A year ago, Amy and Willie had a day out: an audio tour

dial-up download (a digital re-enactment)

Smaller (or: how you were going to watch this monologue anyway)

TikTarchitecture

A new tiny fear, added on to the ever-growing pile (a re-enactment)

an exercise in tension & escalating suspense

home maker: a ghost story (after Shirley Jackson)

how I'd normally get to know you (adjusted for this new world)

Digital Footprint: a live reading of Amy's high school LiveJournal as an anthropological study into aughts teenhood

Bay Area Throwback Mixtape

a brief report on the American flag

'Tis the Season

Shrek has a surprisingly good soundtrack

2019

moving house

a partial synopsis of the movie Splash (1984), starring Daryl Hannah and Tom Hanks, based on my increasingly faulty memory and not much more

prometheus and her eagle

Shaina has some opinions about things

and over pad thai, I said, "if i could be any olympics athlete, i think i'd be a synchronized swimmer"

the loneliest duck has died

crepuscular

so I started keeping my writing journal by my bed, in case I had midnight thoughts that needed jotting down. I have a hard time connecting to my unconscious self. I have thirty years of experience doubting my gut, pressing down on any impulse. I bury my feelings deep in my belly. So, keeping the journal by my bed was my small attempt to extend a small olive branch to my deeper self, my animal self, the self of me that keeps me going when my ego has turned off for the day. I wondered to myself: What does it have to tell me? I knew, for certain, that it wanted to tell me something. Could feel it tugging at my insides, hoping to get out. So, I left the notebook by my bedside, hoping to capture it on the edge of waking and sleeping, before my conscious self was fully back online. For weeks, nothing. Not a peep. Too adept, I guessed, was I at coming to immediate and full consciousness and brushing my dreams aside. And then, finally, something. One note. Or, rather, one sentence, scrawled haphazardly on the page, written in haste by my hand. What is it? What is this message from the dark? What is this clarion call from my somnolent self to my conscious brain? What was this thing that finally clawed its way out of my gut and into the light?

A quick spell for when your body feels tight and you wanna feel light
it was Amy's birthday on Monday and, even though she's about 3,000 miles away from her hometown, she was delighted to find that it gave her a gift anyway

in absentia

Brand Recognition

lil singers sing along songs

a room of one's own

laws of attraction

the old lady and the sea

I eat the pepper (habanero), just so you know

a spot

mom loves chairs!

The Greek Chorus of Adulthood doesn't care about you or your plans

this one minute

Amy isn't the best at ukulele, but some things demand to be said, regardless 

Hivemind

That's a moray!

Outside, just before the sun comes up

sturdy boy

Butterball Hotline

'Tis the Season

2018

Low-budget James Turrell (ii)

"game shows touch our lives"

swim practice

Walnut/Time/Tooth: a spell

Amy & Shaina have some facts about Connecticut

skin care routine

into the unknown

Who knows? Maybe he's onto something.

Our youth is slipping away

dessert mothers

The Mechanics of Making Friends

_, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _, _.

why it's good we're not all cats (pianofight edition)

RELAXXXATION: domination for this, the year of our lord, 2018

tell my mom what i do

gloria in incel-sis deo

you're gonna wanna sonuvabitch

if this play ended like every single Marvel superhero origin story movie. Or: YOU THERE. once this play starts, ask me what my name is.

We are gathered here today

I'm 99% sure it's nothing, but it's still a long 3 minutes

wall

that summer feeling, from an ice cream summer long ago and many miles away

Reverse Smurfette (video)

ft. this screaming pile of garbage (video)

how to get into cold water

Bay Area Beckett (or: yes, let's go) (video)

a play for the bell, in a way

moment of femme

a song, which we wrote for my cat last week that I will now share with you

two arc trajectories 

2017

(Gerri Santoro in a hotel in Connecticut, 1964.)

Ghost in the Wires

begets (2)

breath/water

Adam Smith has a new skill

Joke Play

Every once in a while, flights to Paris are pulled up on a laptop, bank accounts are checked, and available vacation time is cross-referenced. And then the feeling passes, or the available flight disappears, or the funds aren't there, or vacation time has been used up to attend the sudden funeral of a family friend. Que sera, sera (a saying which isn’t French, but a combination of Spanish and Italian, superimposed on a English structure. Or so they say.) France might be far away, but what is a memory but a view through a foggy glass? And what is any meaningful journey besides a change in a state of mind? And what are we but strangers in a strange land? So. Maybe you and I will never get to France, but we’ll always have this.

I've been trying to figure out if I want one or the other, but I think I might need both

que sera, sera

It's my birthday and nothing has changed

Let's take a minute for a Mom update

Sound, gender, and the wailing: a brief manifesto on reason

A Brief Play for the Long Life of Emma Morano, the World's Oldest Woman, Who Died in Her Armchair on Saturday.

four women and Siyu

progeny

nostalgia play

Wallflowers

death & taxes

things she would not want me to say, but I am her watery daughter

An article called "How to De-Escalate Angry Behavior in Children" where "your child" is replaced by "Donald Trump.”

(When everything feels like too much, like so much, it’s important to remember that we’re just a bunch of weirdo bipedal animals who, sure, learned to make music and create governance, but who also feel a certain gut-pull towards the) smallest pleasures

a new light

grapefruit, and the parts inside

hypocritic oath

aversion therapy

Paternal/Signage

you too can have a body like mine

the unveiling of a new national monument to the beauty of impermanence

bare minimum

when we go

510-900-9831: Phone Play #3

I've started wearing men's pants and I'm never going back

this place will never be my home. (Or: New England glottal stop)

a faraway disco

Raffi makes the big point

loom large

Americana Cowboy

you didn't know but now you know

 

2016

A Short Narrative of an Extraordinary Delivery of Rabbets (video)

Oscar Bait (video)

Romeo & Juliet

Our Bodies Ourselves for the Postmodern Era, pt. 1. (If someone had told me to do it like this earlier, I would have avoided a whole heap load of UTIs.)

Man on the Street, Or: how I assume news gets made

Art & Craft

Theatre as McGuffin

We're just a bunch of slowly rotting meat sacks when it comes down to it, so let's just have this one moment of joy, shall we?

Donald Trump Takes a Shit (colon) a working theorem

Just Girly Things!

Election Season Lesson in Language: use of simple vocal inflection to create doubt & suspicion

begets

One story, told three ways: three men of Sudanese origin

I've never seen "Sliding Doors"

Histrionics (for Ana Mendieta, after Silueta)

An exercise in collective knowledge

happy mother's day, Mom. I love you.

A Short Piece for Jessie + Sasha

How I Imagine You See Us, in my darkest moments 

Spear Carriers

I want to be the girl with the most teeth

The Whale: a guided meditation

Means/Ends

a field recording made from inside my room on 8/15/16 of my housemates and their children, whom I love, but who sometimes feel like are representations of the struggles of dealing with the Bay Area housing market; or: this is what $1,300 a month gets you, these days

VHS tape

Riding the 2016 “Immersive Theatrical Experience” bandwagon off into the sunset. (If we could afford it, we'd get you all Oculus Rifts, but this will have to do.)

Donald Trump Takes a Shit: a working theorem; pt. 2: the sequel no one wanted

510-900-9831: Phone Play #2 (Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.) 

Ama

double parenthetical

Maybe, on your deathbed, holding the hand of your beloved and surrounded by your friends and family, you will cast your mind back to a moment, and this will be the memory that ushers you into--like an old friend--into the warm darkness. (video)

maybe not the Marla Maples who is, but the Marla Maples we hope to be

a feminine touch

I'm sorry I'm not better at this

an announcement

things I wrote about this year instead

 

2015

my Dad, Michael J. Fox

Lady Ghirardelli

the memory (never totally out of sight, never completely out of mind)

CAROLE KING, THOUGH

This Play Probably Won't Get Me Killed

We Can Do It!

You Make Me Feel Like Danson: an ill-advised fantasia

l(lay(layers)ers)s

Long Journey Home

The History of the World, relative to me and you and no one else. Or: Happy Valentine's Day

pop music disappointment feminist killjoy funtime jamboree: a dramatic reenactment of a time I spoke before I thought, and the hand-wringing that resulted.

Scripted "conversations" "between" "friends"

Practicing If/Then Statements, three months after the fact

Comedy + Time = Tragedy (a simple misunderstanding)

Be Good to Them Always (Trigger Warning)

I'd like to think that the ghost of Zelda Fitzgerald is looking down and cackling

Unsex me here

A Sophomoric, But Nonetheless Cathartic, Anthem for Adulthood

510-900-9831: Phone Play #1

Craigslist Open Mic Night: casual encounters, mm4w

they say you just have to put yourself out there

Tune-up

One blank: for we reader of stories like Purvi Patel's

Just a Few Lists Concerning How to Hold

giving you what you want

Women's Work, or: how fairy tales came to be

Mythbusting the Classics: Chekhov

CLICK TO SUBSCRIBE: a desperate attempt to sell out on Youtube

Genital Opinion

The woods, at night

Kramer, Inversed

Olive Adulthood; Or: an allegorical fever dream in which Amy is herself, Ryan Patrick and Olivia are Adult Archetypes, and olives are olives

/like we're too young/to know to smile

Nuclear Family

You Find Yourself in a Room

Or: a short piece in memory of the five Russian space sex geckos, and the others

a topical joke, told implicitly to me by the US government

a very short story, for a summer, five years ago 

Trying to get work done at the Main Branch of the San Francisco Public Library is always distracting for the same reason.

It's a metaphor; Or: You'll Get It When You're Older

company

The Future is Now

 

2014

Maya One

getting to know a new Space

On a Certain Level, a Betrayal

Toothless

Supervising Women Workers, 1944 (2014)

I triple dog dare you, Samuel Beckett Estate

I'm 60% Certain That I'm Not Poisoning Myself with My Home-brewed Kombucha: an SF tale in 3 embarrassing acts

canvas sky, cardboard sea, paper moon

A reenactment of the exact moment I realized that the future of humanity is in good hands, and a dramatization of my feelings therein

Childish Games for Adults #1: Chubby Bunny

anxiety.gif

Don't let 'em see you sweat; Or: 3 simple steps

234 girls: and object lesson on ____________

Family acceptance via party tricks 101, Lesson #1: the cold [one] open

That key change, though, it melts the hardest of hearts, Or: Honest Emotions #2

Cosmo Sex Tips: Anglerfishing

10,000 Year Play

Mom, I’ve decided to become a full-time performance artist. Oh, Mom. I’m OK. I’m fine. I promise.

let's make this about me

You meatsack. You bag o' bones.

Schrödinger's Boner

Not for the faint of heart, my friends!

Kinesthetic Sympathy. Or: And the piano was never lonely again

How to Hold a Baby

For yOur Viewing Pleasure

Memory Play: Your Brain as That One Relative Who Invites You Over to Look at Slides of Their Vacation

This isn't about Her

Knot I: overcoming intimacy issues

"Wash Him Out, Dry Him Out." Or: Steve Santigati, et al., can go lick a toad

Scene for Two Men and One Woman: a reductive and unscientific exploration of prescribed gender roles in one and a half minutes. Starring: 3 Neofuturists, 3 scripts found on the internet that they have never seen before, and 1 timer.

In this city, anyone can become a (goddamn) performance artist; Or: the demonstration of a proper New York sneeze, with apologies to Laurie Anderson

Starting Shit With Beyonce

 

2013

Exorcising Ghost

Such a Pretty Me

Mom always said crying wouldn't get me anywhere, Or: Honest Emotions #1