Bad Boy Nietzsche! and Other Plays is copyright © 2007 by Richard Foreman

      Bad Boy Nietzsche!, Now That Communism Is Dead My Life Feels Empty!, Maria del Bosco (A Sound Opera: Sex and Racing Cars), Bad Behavior, Panic! (How to Be Happy!) and King Cowboy Rufus Rules the Universe! are copyright © 2007 by Richard Foreman

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      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Foreman, Richard.

      Bad boy Nietzsche and other plays / Richard Foreman.—1st ed.

      p. cm.

      eISBN 978-1-55936-824-7

      I. Title.

      PS3556.O7225B34 2007

      812’.54—dc22

      2007015452

      Cover and book design and composition by Lisa Govan

      Cover photo by Paula Court

      First Edition, October 2007

      Contents

Preface

BAD BOY NIETZSCHE!

NOW THAT COMMUNISM IS DEAD MY LIFE FEELS EMPTY!

       MARIA DEL BOSCO (A Sound Opera: Sex and Racing Cars)

       BAD BEHAVIOR

       PANIC! (How to Be Happy!)

       KING COWBOY RUFUS RULES THE UNIVERSE!

Preface

      As I do with all my published texts, I urge anyone who stages one of these plays in the future to ignore the elaborate stage directions printed in this book, which provide a historical record of my own productions of each play.

      I suggest that each director re-conceive these texts and create a staging that elaborates on his or her own private vision of whatever world these texts seem to suggest.

Bad Boy Nietzsche!

      PRODUCTION HISTORY

      Bad Boy Nietzsche! Produced by the Ontological-Hysteric Theater at the Ontological at St. Mark’s Theater, New York City. January–April 2000. Written, directed and designed by Richard Foreman.

      AUTHOR’S NOTE

      The perspective offered by this play—about a philosopher who preached “perspectivism”—is from within the seeds of his own madness, which we choose to hypothesize as having been present not only in later years, when he flew to embrace a horse being beaten on the streets of Turino, but also in healthier years (and may we all productively touch such hidden madness!), fueling the fire of his epoch-shattering philosophy and, in effect, turning everything provocatively upside down (as if he were walking upside down on the other side of the world—in China—as this play fantasizes!).

      Nietzsche himself was a kind and gentle man, celibate most of his life, who turned against his friend Richard Wagner’s anti-Semitism and, during crucial years, worshipped a wise and powerful woman who esteemed him above all others, while refusing to add him to her long list of lovers. The following lines, included in the play, are taken from Nietzsche’s poems and letters—doodles on the margins of his philosophy—which nevertheless reveal secret fears and obsessions:

       My dear friend. After you discover me, you find me. The difficulty is now to lose me.

       The divine art is flying—to great heights, from which one throws what is oppressive into the ocean, into the depths of the ocean.

       I write on table, write on wall / with foolish heart a foolish scrawl. / You say—the hands of fools deface the table and the wall / erase it all! / I try to help the best I can / I wield a sponge, as you recall / but when the cleaning up is done / let’s see this super sage emit / upon the walls, sagacious shit!

       The one thing necessary / is to keep pen in motion, over the paper. / The pen scribbles? / I say to hell with that. / And I say no / to belief systems of all kinds. / Am I condemned to scrawl? / Boldly I dip it into the well / and with thick strokes / my writing flows / so full and broad / So what if it’s illegible / Who reads the stuff I write?

       Oh why is she so clever now, and so refined? / On her account a man’s now out of his mind. / His head was good before he took this whirl. / He lost his head to the aforesaid girl!

       —I do not love my neighbor near / but wish he / were high up and far away. / How else could he become my guiding star?

       —Lest your happiness oppress us / cloak yourself in devilish tresses / Devilish wit and devilish dresses, / all in vain! Her eyes express / her angelic saintliness.

       Was I ill? Have I got well? But those are well who have forgotten!

       The stage is a large dark room, with faded painted targets covering the walls like wallpaper. In addition, skulls and pillows are tacked up on the walls as decorative motifs. All over the painted walls runs scrawled, illegible writing, in chalk—as if a deteriorating Nietzsche had allowed his scribbling to escape from his notebooks and cover the walls as his feverishly productive mind overpowered his self-control.

       Half of the rear wall of the room is missing, replaced by a series of vertical planes lined up one behind the other, each succeeding plane getting higher as they recede into the distance, all painted a reflective black, as if they were the planes of a stylized black ocean. Above