The Asylum Seekers
Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2005 12:08 pm
This is all over the place, just some ideas I had a while back, not sure where to take it, short story play etc, if anywhere at all.
PLAN
1) Working Title: The asylum seekers.
2) Main Gist: Story about a rock/pop/punk? Group who form in a mental institution – modern equivalent – National health mental care unit – D2.
3) Agendas:
1) Political – the attitude of the National Health Service to psychiatry, and people who are mentally Ill in whatever form.
2) Heart – acceptance/understanding of mentally ill people by community, friends family etc.
3) Head - the thought processes of people who are mentally ill.
4) Style:Tragicomic
The idea is to introduce each character, and the reasons for them ending up being sectioned. From then they form the band, thats as far as I've got idea wise.
Thought I'd post it anyway.
The asylum seekers.
Story about a band who form in a mental institution.
Chapter 1 (Nathan)
You’re not the only Jesus in here you know
As Nathan surveyed the increasingly compact traffic jam below, he scrutinised the harassed faces contained within their chosen modes of transport. To hone in on his intended victims he’d chosen the B5 binoculars borrowed from his uncle’s greenhouse and had never returned. He knew the power of these things, he’d seen in vivid detail Tara Yates lose her virginity quite violently on the muddy side of glovers hill. From his uncle’s greenhouse one had a vivid view of the moors, so close, a foreboding expanse of wilderness in which his uncle’s house and the rest of the estate hung like a fleshy appendage.
Nathan stood up, entwined his hands, wanted to play cradle, but didn’t, and prayed. Then he set off down the roadside embankment, gaining momentum forced on by his need to communicate, to tell people who he really was.
The pale green Citroen: “No thanks, I’m an atheist.”
The Mini Cooper: “Listen mate I appreciate where you’re coming from, shit I talked to my dog on Magic Mushrooms one night, but this is not good. ”
The Rover: “Just piss off and bother someone else”
The Mondeo: “My car overheats in these situations and you’ll receive the bill, believe me on that ”
The range Rover: “My kids are stuck at their dads and they fucking hate him, I need desperately to collect them, so no I don’t want to know about the second coming, you annoying arsehole. ”
The abuse snowballed, aggravated by the heat, and the collective consciousness belonging to the frustrated drivers, crowded in an unnecessary gridlock, but Nathan knew his message must be delivered, and more importantly must be delivered to the unsuspecting, the vulnerable, the needy. Unfortunately it seemed, the unsuspecting were all to suspecting, and causing a traffic jam to spread the word was proving unwise.
He took off his skull cap and held it in his weary hands like a prophet might hold a sacred script, staring into its sweat stained interior, he proclaimed to all that could be bothered still to listen that
“This is me, this is all I possess and all I need, just a hat, and can you all say the same to me?”
What better use to put his final breath to.
FIRST GIG
Does Impressions of rock stars and gets the audience to guess who they are for beer, then announces that after this gig they’re off to the viper club, Invited by Johnny Dep.
Interspersed by violent songs aka Anti Nowhere league, cover of Ma Baker.
PLAN
1) Working Title: The asylum seekers.
2) Main Gist: Story about a rock/pop/punk? Group who form in a mental institution – modern equivalent – National health mental care unit – D2.
3) Agendas:
1) Political – the attitude of the National Health Service to psychiatry, and people who are mentally Ill in whatever form.
2) Heart – acceptance/understanding of mentally ill people by community, friends family etc.
3) Head - the thought processes of people who are mentally ill.
4) Style:Tragicomic
The idea is to introduce each character, and the reasons for them ending up being sectioned. From then they form the band, thats as far as I've got idea wise.
Thought I'd post it anyway.
The asylum seekers.
Story about a band who form in a mental institution.
Chapter 1 (Nathan)
You’re not the only Jesus in here you know
As Nathan surveyed the increasingly compact traffic jam below, he scrutinised the harassed faces contained within their chosen modes of transport. To hone in on his intended victims he’d chosen the B5 binoculars borrowed from his uncle’s greenhouse and had never returned. He knew the power of these things, he’d seen in vivid detail Tara Yates lose her virginity quite violently on the muddy side of glovers hill. From his uncle’s greenhouse one had a vivid view of the moors, so close, a foreboding expanse of wilderness in which his uncle’s house and the rest of the estate hung like a fleshy appendage.
Nathan stood up, entwined his hands, wanted to play cradle, but didn’t, and prayed. Then he set off down the roadside embankment, gaining momentum forced on by his need to communicate, to tell people who he really was.
The pale green Citroen: “No thanks, I’m an atheist.”
The Mini Cooper: “Listen mate I appreciate where you’re coming from, shit I talked to my dog on Magic Mushrooms one night, but this is not good. ”
The Rover: “Just piss off and bother someone else”
The Mondeo: “My car overheats in these situations and you’ll receive the bill, believe me on that ”
The range Rover: “My kids are stuck at their dads and they fucking hate him, I need desperately to collect them, so no I don’t want to know about the second coming, you annoying arsehole. ”
The abuse snowballed, aggravated by the heat, and the collective consciousness belonging to the frustrated drivers, crowded in an unnecessary gridlock, but Nathan knew his message must be delivered, and more importantly must be delivered to the unsuspecting, the vulnerable, the needy. Unfortunately it seemed, the unsuspecting were all to suspecting, and causing a traffic jam to spread the word was proving unwise.
He took off his skull cap and held it in his weary hands like a prophet might hold a sacred script, staring into its sweat stained interior, he proclaimed to all that could be bothered still to listen that
“This is me, this is all I possess and all I need, just a hat, and can you all say the same to me?”
What better use to put his final breath to.
FIRST GIG
Does Impressions of rock stars and gets the audience to guess who they are for beer, then announces that after this gig they’re off to the viper club, Invited by Johnny Dep.
Interspersed by violent songs aka Anti Nowhere league, cover of Ma Baker.