BELTANE
Cast:
Silenus / Apollo
Voices of Confusion
Facilitators / "Stagehands"
Props:
2 BBQ pits for bonfires (or, if they're allowed, actual bonfires)
Masks for all (some plain, some decorated)
Enough gold-foil-covered chocolate coins for everybody (the bigger the
better)
light for the inside stagehand(s)
candle, torches for Apollo
(some 2-way radio for converse between the inside and outside stagehands
may prove useful)
Before the ritual, identify a few shills who'll be willing to make
out with somebody they wouldn't normally make out with. Also before the
ritual, the bonfires (or firepits) should be prepared outside.
Everybody gets a plain mask as they come in, with the information
that they can, and should, when they like, trade for one of the decorated
masks in the box, and if they see a mask they like on somebody else, that
trading is encouraged. (Silenus doesn't change masks until
later.)
The ritual begins with a fairly standard party atmosphere. Bacchanalian
foods should be set out, with red wine and dark beers, lots of red meat
and grapes and other such stuff. Silenus ad libs as raunchily
as possible all through this, along the lines of "Eat! Drink!
Fuck! More is better!" He might also quote "Exceed! Exceed!
Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine - and doubt it not, an
if thou art ever joyous! - death is the crown of all." Lots of
music and light (but no candles!); dark red and black drapes on the walls.
Pretty soon (say, 15 minutes) into this, the shills should be starting
to pair (or multiple) up. The idea is to give everybody the idea that there's
going to be an orgy. Mask-swapping should increase (prompted by the shills
and the Voices of Confusion).
One Voice (#3 for later) starts making ad lib
stuff along the lines of "Hey, isn't this getting a little out
of hand? Shouldn't we tone it down a little bit? What if something happens?"
and the other Voices should say something along the line
of "Don't be ridiculous! What could happen? Bacchus is our king
and party is our thing!"
At the height of the chaos and excess and fun, a stagehand inside
should go over and start turning the music up. Then, suddenly (on some
prearranged signal), another stagehand outside at the breaker box cuts
all power to the house. Silenus slips out and changes to
the Apollo mask. After a little wait, the actual scripted
bits start.
- Voice One
- What happened?
- Voice Two
- I dunno. I think we blew a fuse.
- Voice Three
- I told you something was going to happen!
- Voice One
- What? So the lights went out, what's the problem with that?
- Voice Three
- It's a sign, an omen.
- Voice Two
- Don't be silly. Light's no big deal. Bacchus, our king, can make light
all by himself, he's a God.
- Voice One
- Right! What you said!
- Voices One & Two
- Oh mighty Bacchus, make light for us! (Encouraging everybody to
repeat.) (No response.)
- Voice Three (darkly)
- I told you, I told you. Didn't I warn you? Now our god has abandoned
us!
- Voice One
- That's not possible. Why would he abandon us? We did everything he
said...
- Voice Two
- We must just not have called loud enough. Maybe he's asleep or something.
Let's try again.
- Everybody
- Oh mighty Bacchus, make light for us! (Silence.)
- Voice One
- Sure is dark in here.
- Voice Two
- Anybody notice it getting cold?
- Voice Three
- It's the end. It's all over.
- Voice One
- Maybe he's right.
- Voice Two
- The hell he is! What does he know? Hey, you who do you think you are
anyway?
- Voice Three
- Why, I'm... uh... that's a good question.
- Voice Two
- See?
- Voice Three
- Oh yeah? So who are you, then?
- Voice Two
- I'm -- I'm .... (trails off uncertainly)
- Voice One
- He's right. Our god has abandoned us. We're all alone.
- Voice Two
- Did you hear something moving out there just now?
- Voice Three
- Whatever's out there can just get us now. We're done for. We have nobody
to protect us.
- Voice One
- Who'll be our god now that our god is gone?
- Voice Three
- How do we know there are any gods at all? How do we know it was a god
who led us in the first place? How do we know anything?
- Voice Two
- I'm afraid!
Apollo has slipped in (right before they mentioned something
moving) and now strikes a match and lights a candle.
- Apollo
- Chaos and darkness are only the parents of order, everything cycles
from order to chaos and back. Now is the new order's time, and I manifest
it. I come to you to bring everyone to the new gateway; life and light,
liberty, love, await all who would enter. Winter's dominion is ended; come
follow my beacon.
From his candle, he lights the two torches (held by stagehand,
who trades them for the candle). Exeunt omnes, following Apollo
with torches. Stagehand inside should make sure everyone
exits. While Apollo is making his outdoor speech and dialogue,
stagehand(s) inside should turn down the stereo and be swapping
out foods; trade white wines for red, take the meats off and put on saffron
rice and other bright solar foods, replace red and black hangings with
gold and white, etc. (Solar drapes can be concealed under the bacchanal
drapes, for ease of changing.)
- Apollo
- Bacchus became old, and was Silenus.
The pendulum of time swung through his reign,
and while he waxed in pow'r, he brought you joy.
The winter feast, so redolent with cheer,
the great logs burning, fending off the night,
the holly green and living under frost,
the spirits men distill to heat the blood,
these things encouraged you in winter's depth.
But in that revelry, a seed of fear
has lain concealed for all these frenzied moons,
and lust unbalanced leads to the debauch,
and wine spilled out cannot be drunk again.
But I have come to offer you a change:
the day's strength, and the sun's warmth in your limbs,
the light of learning in your eyes and minds,
the works of peace and culture, verse and song,
and love, the link of spirits each to each.
I give you these, e'en as I give you fire. (He lights the bonfires.)
(Ooohs and aaahs.)
The day reveals the truth for all to see;
unto the light, dear friends, come follow me!
- Voice Three (breaking in before anybody can move)
- Now just a minute! We had a god once, and he abandoned us, even after
we did everything he asked us to do. Why should we follow you?
- Voice One
- How do we even know you're a god in the first place? You could just
be some poseur, trying to take advantage of us.
- Apollo (no more attempts at high toniness)
- Look. It's like this. I'm the sun. I don't do anything special, I just
emit light, and yet that light is life to this earth just by virtue of
its being. I'm doing my Will, and encouraging you to do likewise.
- Your god gave you drunkenness, and lust, and high living, and all those
fun things you enjoyed; but he also gave you madness, and illness, and
ultimately darkness and death. I'm offering you enlightenment, and love,
and peace, and life. Bacchus gave you social diseases; Apollo gives you
medicine. Is that a fair trade, or what?
- Voice Two
- But culture is boring! At least under Bacchus we had fun.
- Apollo
- Did I say you shouldn't have fun? I didn't say you shouldn't have fun.
I do say, "Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink
by the nine and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy;
and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!" I am
Art. Alchemy, temperance, that's me. And remember, no alchemy, no distilling.
- Voice One
- Why should you lead us? What do we need a leader for?
- Apollo (showing signs of exasperation)
- You don't need a leader. This is about enlightenment. What's your Will?
Lead you or follow you, I just give light. You want light? Let the light
itself show you how to get to it.
At this point, stagehand outside puts power back on
in the house. This is stagehand inside's cue to put new music
on and dash to the door to be ready for the first returning people.
- Voice One (pointing to the house)
- Look! The light!
- Voice Two
- He really is a god! Long live the King! Hurray for Summer!
Cheers, etc. Following the lead of the Voices and shills,
(we hope) people file between the bonfires back into the house, where they're
met by stagehand inside who hands each one a chocolate coin
with the words, "Welcome to the Court of the Sun!" Apollo
goes through last. More party, a piacere.