Angel in America (yes Cas i'm talkin' 'bout YOU)
Yesterday i went up to the bookstore and bought Angels in America (*winces at the price* they didn't have it in the library) and then i came home and read the whole thing straight through, in one sitting. It didn't actually take that long, compared to some of the fannish epics i have worked my way through. And i REALLY REALLY ENJOYED IT! Yes there were some political and exostential and philosophical things i didn't understand, but no one has every accused me of being overly bright.
So anyway, i typed up a couple passages for y'all, because like it or not SPN has gotten us interested in Christian mythology, so this should be relevant to your interests:
(Some background: Prior is a gay man infected with AIDS, and Belize is his ex-drag-queen old friend and nurse.)
PRIOR: OH! Oh.
(He looks under the covers. He discovers that the lap of his pajamas is soaked in cum)
Fuck fuck fuck.
Will you look at this! First goddam orgasm in months and I slept through it.
(He picks up the telephone receiver, dials a number. The phone rings by Belize’s workstation on the tenth floor of New York Hospital. Belize answers.)
BELIZE: Ten East.
PRIOR: I am drenched in spooj.
BELIZE: Spooj?
PRIOR: Cum. Jiz. Ejaculate. I’ve had a wet dream.
BELIZE: Well about time. Miss Thing has been abstemious. She has stored up beaucoup de spooj.
PRIOR: It was a woman.
BELIZE: You turning straight on me?
PRIOR: Not a conventional woman.
BELIZE: Grace Jones?
(Little pause. Prior looks at the ceiling.)
BELIZE: Hello?
PRIOR: An angel.
BELIZE: Oh FABULOUS.
Later, Prior is told by said angel that he is a Prophet of the Lord. No, really. He has prophetic, trippy dreams that are somehow connected with a valium-addicted woman named Harper, whose husband is dating Prior's ex-boyfriend, Louis, who left Prior when he couldn't deal with the stress of taking care of someone with a long term illness. Louis is kind of an asshole.
PRIOR: You’re seeing someone else.
LOUIS: (Shocked) What? No.
PRIOR: You are.
LOUIS: I’M NOT. Well, occasionally a…he’s a…just a pickup, how do you…
PRIOR: Threshold of revelation. Now: Ask me how I know he’s a Mormon.
(Pause. Louis stares.)
PRIOR: Is he a Mormon?
(Little pause.)
Well goddamn. Ask me how I knew.
LOUIS: How?
PRIOR: Fuck you. I’m a Prophet.
Which should be Chuck's answer to everything. When is your next book coming out? FUCK YOU, I'M A PROPHET. Anyhoo, then Prior goes to check out his ex-boyfriend's new lover with Belize. What Prior doesn't know is that he's seen the lover, Joe, before--in Harper's dreams. And Belize doesn't know that he's met Joe before as well, as he's taking care of Joe's wretched and PURE EVIL hypocritic murdering anti-semetic homophobic Jewish gay lawyer boss. ...YEAH.
PRIOR: (Whisper) That’s his office.
BELIZE: (Whisper) This is stupid.
PRIOR: (Whisper) Go home if you’re chicken.
BELIZE: You’re the one who should be home.
PRIOR: I have a hobby now: haunting people. Fuck home. You wait here. I want to meet my replacement.
(Prior goes to Joe’s door, steps in.)
PRIOR: Oh.
JOE: Yes, can I…
PRIOR: You look just like the dummy. She’s right.
JOE: Who’s right?
PRIOR: Your wife.
(Pause.)
JOE: What?
Do you know my…
PRIOR: No.
JOE: You said my wife.
PRIOR: No I didn’t.
JOE: Yes you did.
PRIOR: You misheard. I’m a prophet.
JOE: What?
PRIOR: PROPHET PROPHET I PROPHESY I HAVE SIGHT I SEE.
What do you do?
JOE: I’m a clerk.
PRIOR: Oh big deal. A clerk. You what, you file things? Well you better be keeping a file on the hearts you break, that’s all that counts in the end, you’ll have bills to pay in the world to come, you and your friend, the Whore of Babylon.
(Pause.)
Sorry wrong room.
(Prior exits, goes to Belize.)
PRIOR: (Despairing) He’s the Marlboro Man.
BELIZE: Ooooh I wanna see.
(Belize goes to Joe’s office. Joe is standing, perplexed. Belize sees Joe and instantly recognizes him.)
BELIZE: SACRED Heart of Jesus!
JOE: Now what is…
You’re Roy’s nurse. I recognize you, you’re…
BELIZE: No you don’t.
JOE: From the hospital. You’re Roy Cohn’s nurse.
BELIZE: No I’m not. Not a nurse. We all look alike to you. You all look alike to us. It’s a mad mad world. Have a nice day.
Which is pretty much my favorite thing ever, because then Belize starts speaking French, and pretending to know another language to get out of an awkward situation is my FAVITY FAV.
But the theology of the play is really interesting from a SPN fan point of view as well, just comparing the two warped versions (which i'm not gonna do in depth because i do have an essay to write.) BUT, in this universe God has abandoned the world as well (Prior thinks if he ever comes back we should sue his ass, which WASN'T THAT A DEAN LINE? Or am i imagining things?) because--and the angels aren't sure but this is their theory: because humankind is always changing, always migrating and shifting, and God said FUCK IT, I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS SHIT, caused the San Francisco earthquake, and got the hell out of dodge.
Also, the angel has eight vaginas, heaven is San Francisco, and God is a flaming (as in ON FIRE) male Hebrew letter (as in OF THE ALPHABET). Just sayin. Kripke is holding back.
So point: I <3 Angels in America. I only have to write 2k by Thursday. Oh, and, go to that BBQ today at 3.
P.S. Someone put me in a list of non-Cas!fans on the anonmeme, and I'M NOT SAYING THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE because it got me thinking. And thinking usually includes mixtapes, so. We'll see. :D
P.P.S. Fraser/Castiel. RIGHT? They'd polite each other to death! Ohhhh jealous!Ray, watching Cas tell Fraser, "You know, I've got to say it's really nice speaking to someone with a nominal vocabulary. Most of the men i hang around with exert a great deal of effort in communicating as little as possible, and then only in gutteral grunts and backslaps."
Fraser: *HEART EYES*
RayK: *FUMES*