<<<ACT ONE
Val
Viva….Viva….Veeevaaa
I gotta write you a letter
I’m goin’ crazy inside
maybe then I’ll feel better
I’ll feel like I died
the minute I saw you
you turned me around
I thought I would ball you
right there on the ground
I like your body
I like your face
your ambiguity
your animal grace
I’ve got to give expression
to what I feel
I’m in such a depression
that only you can heal
A and B Choruses
love-in
love-in
the future
Viva
I don’t know what I feel
I don’t know where I’m at
I don’t know what is real
am I here or not
image maze in my head
body moves amorphously
I get the notion I’m dead
it’s what I wanna be
I feel some inner vibration
running up my spine
effects of radiation
burn a hole in my mind
I feel Vietnamese
they bombed out my brains
they got me down on my knees
am I going insane
A and B Choruses
love-in
love-in
the future
Val
Hey, spare change (then dials Viva on pay phone)
Viva
Yea?
Val
Hi.
Viva
Who’s this?
Val
Valerie
Viva
Valerie who?
Val
Valerie Solanas
You know me
We met at a party
at the factory
Viva
Oh, yea.
You were in I, A Man.
That was great.
How you been.
Val
Oh just fine
I mean OK
There’s something
I got to say—
(pause)
I mean, I saw you in Nude Restaurant–
I liked the bathtub scene– you know– I want–
Viva
You wanna come over?
Val
Yea, OK
Viva
I live on E. 83rd–
Val
Yea, Andy told me yesterday.
Viva
Ok, well
I’ll see you. . . .
Val
OK, bye (Viva hangs up)
(whisper) I need you
Viva. . . Viva. . . Veeevaaa
Viva. . . Viva. . . Veeeevaaaa
Viva. . . Viva. . . Veeeevaaaa
I got a girl
her name is Viva
I got a girl
her name is love
Viva. . . Viva. . . Veeeevaaaa
Viva. . . Viva. . . Veeeevaaaa
(The chorus can carry out preceding while Val disappears)
Viva
You want some LSD?
Val
I don’t take it.
Viva
It’ll make you free
Val
I don’t like that shit
LSD
is a plot by the CIA
instigated by LBJ
to vegetablize the USA
Viva
I don’t know
I’m not political
Val
Think for yourself
Get rid of Warhol
Viva
Andy’s just like Satan
he gets you, you don’t get free
I can’t do anything, I can’t
go anywhere without Andy
(Valerie grabs Viva)
Val
You got to think
think about what you’re doing
(she plants a kiss on Viva)
you got to get away from him
(a lot of groping)
you got to know where you’re going
(Viva pulls away)
Viva
I’m not really
into women
Val
I want you
you don’t need a man
Viva
I’m kinda high
maybe you should go
I don’t know what I feel
I just don’t know
(Valerie, dejected, walks out onto the open stage, stands alone)
Val
I know what I want but I can’t have it
There’s nothing moving in this big slit
I feel the icy edge of anger
I know I’m on the road to danger
Love has put a dent in my decision
God is dead, and fear is my religion
I know what I want but it degrades me
I want to hurt you but then love invades me
I can’t take it I can’t take it no more
this love I have is just like a sore
I’m walking that thin line between love and disgust
I don’t know what to do but I know I must
Andy
I found this person
he’s my star
on his wrists
are twenty eight scars
from suicide attempts
his wrists are marvelous
all shades of purple
like a Dior dress
my first color movie
we show his wrists
he tells the story
close-up of his wrists
all shades of purple
he tells the history
of all the scars
he tells the history
like what happened
when he did it
like how he did it
and where he did it
on one wrist
he has thirteen scars
fifteen scars
on the other
(The Factory–Warhol, Morrisey, Amaya)
Morrisey
Mr. Amaya meet
Andy Warhol
Andy this is art critic and
editor Mario Amaya, from London England
(shaking hands: hello, how do you do, etc.)
Andy
Hi, it’s just
great to meet you
Morrisey
well, let’s sit over here
for the interview
(They sit around in a semicircle; while they are talking, for instance during introductions, slides can be shown, as on Laugh-In, commenting on the various characters–for instance when Amaya is introduced, a slide can appear saying, “Mr. Amaya likes to suck horse dick” etc. B chorus could hold up signs.)
Amaya
I love the factory
the contrasting energies
Morrisey
It’s Hollywood modern
from the thirties
Amaya
Tell me Andy
what are you doing recently
Morrisey
Realism
is our commodity
fiction is dead
we want reality
true confessions
autobiography
National Inquirer
is what we want to see
Amaya
Andy what is the role
of the artist in society?
Morrisey
In the future
everyone will look alike
everyone will dress
and talk alike
everyone will be
just like machines
we wont need
all this diversity
we won’t need
all this perversity
we won’t need
all this self expression
we won’t need
all this seething passion
Amaya
But isn’t the artist
involved in self expression
isn’t the artist
the personality in perfection
Morrisey
In the future
the personality
will be stripped
of its individuality
(Spotlight on Valerie–other end of the stage–putting on clothes)
The human being
free of all illusion
will exist
in a state of fusion
and this body
will be energized
indifferentiated
it will arise
(blackout or freeze of Factory group–focus on Valerie.)
(From the beginning of this scene, until the shooting, a slow drum beat starts, which becomes progressively louder and faster.)
Val
(slow and hesitant)
I’m putting on my clothes
getting ready
my socks and my shoes
keeping steady
B Chorus
(whispering) Action conquers fear.
Val
My new dress
I got for the occasion
stole it from Macy’s
gotta be in fashion
B Chorus
Action conquers fear
Val
Should I wear a jacket
is it hot today
what am I doing
I guess these shoes are okay
B Chorus
Action conquers fear
Val
Put on my bop cap
my stockings have a run
Now what am I forgetting
B Chorus
(handing it to her) the gun
Val
I a woman
born to kill
born to hate
gonna fill
my cup with blood
born to turn
against the man
gonna burn
my name is mud
I a woman
born to scream
gonna aim
my gun at him
gonna fill
his face with holes
gonna spill
his pansy blood
I a woman
born to rage
gonna get my
sweet revenge
gonna make
the dead boy cringe
gonna take
my ounce of skin
I a woman
born to win
born to live
death to him
B Chorus
(chanting in unison with drums until the first gun shot)
do it, do it, do it, do it, do it………..
Andy
Valerie, Hi!
Val
(politely, contained)
Hi Andy.
Morrisey
This is
from Art and Artists
Mr. Amaya
this is Valerie Solanas.
Val
Pleased to meet you.
Andy
Come talk with us.
(phone rings–Morrisey answers it)
Morrisey
Andy it’s for you
It’s Viva
Val
Viva?
Morrisey
Yes, you know Viva (Andy answers phone.)
Val
Yes, I do. (pulls out gun)
Andy
Valerie, don’t do it.
(Val unflinchingly–her whole attitude through this is matter of fact.)
(she shoots Andy)
Andy
Oh, it hurts, it hurts…
(turns gun on Amaya, shoots him, he runs)
Val
There. Eat it.
(Val turns gun on Hughes.)
Val
Now I’m going
to shoot you
Hughes
(on knees)
Please, please
don’t shoot me too
B Chorus
Valerie
take the elevator
Val
Gotta run
see you later
(Val exits.)
ACT TWO IS THROUGH