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4. Playing the Cock
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59 4 Play ing the Cock Th’ Cock’s comin’! . . . Into your houses, shut to th’ win dows, bar th’ doors! Sean O’Casey, from Cock-a-Doodle Dandy For two weeks in the win ter of 1968 I spent my even ings as the in car na tion of erotic power. I was a life size danc ing fig ure of fer til ity and sex ual temp ta tion, the dark prophet of the life force, the proud pranc ing Cock who em bod ied the sex-call, the ac tive spirit, the sheer joy of liv ing. I was a ba dass bird who se duces the women, al ien ates the men, and pre cip i tates a cri sis of com mu nity mo rals. It was ex haust ing work. I lost ten pounds. Cov ered in bruises and rashes, I shed feath ers, smelled funky, couldn’t sit down be cause my tail was too stiff and long. My face itched but I couldn’t scratch it be cause of how my wings worked. After the first week, my shanks sagged and I stepped on my spurs when I whirled. I had a sore throat but still had to crow with sex ual ur gency. On and Off the Page 60 Here’s what I was sup posed to look like: He is of a deep black plum age, fit ted to his agile and slen der body like a glove on a lady’s hand; yel low feet and an kles, bright-green flaps like wings, and a stiff cloak fall ing like a tail be hind him. A big crim son crest flow ers over his head, and crim son flaps hang from his jaws. His face has the look of a cyn i cal jester. I did have the pre scribed huge, hand some crim son comb, and was yel low from hock to claw, but my wings weren’t green. They matched my black plum age and that plum age puffed far out from my body, more like an umpire’s chest pro tec tor than a lady’s glove. My yel low beak blinded me when I jumped or turned my head. c To boost my spir its, the di rec tor who cast me said the Cock was the title role in the play. The lead. But the lead ing actor in Sean O’Casey’s 1949 play, Cock-a-Doodle Dandy, is a big rooster, de scribed by an O’Casey biog ra pher, Garry O’Connor, as the beau ti ful and ef fec tive sym bol of the cock who says noth ing, only crows: the Lord of Mis rule, the pagan Oisin. He is an ex pres sion is tic de vice, the epit ome of those in stinc tive and crea tive urges which men sup press at their peril. O’Casey him self said the Cock sym bolizes the de sire of man for a woman and the de sire of woman for the de sire of man. I had no lines to speak, only—ac cord ing to the stage di rec tions— a mix ture of some times lusty, some times short and sharp, or vi o lent and tri um phant, or loud ex ul tant, or mighty crows. Also some cack ling with a note of satis fac tion, even vic tory in it. I had to mas ter the nu anced cock-crow and cackle. I also had to dance and prance, per form a goose-step march, glide and weave around var i ous ob sta cles and peo ple, spring over walls, run atop nar row, steeply sloped stone fences, pir ou ette, ap pear out of no where and van ish back into it. I had to sprint di rectly to ward the au di ence and stop in a flash with out skid ding off the stage. I had to [3.14.141.228] Project MUSE (2024-04-19 21:37 GMT) Playing the Cock 61 trans form into a tall hat. Wear ing a bulky forty-pound cos tume with a heavy tail and slip pery cock-footed yel low tights, with my hands strapped to flapping-sticks sewn in side long wings, and with that blind ing beak, I had to por tray the glory of erotic power. Had to be a human sized bird-like crea ture ex ud...