JUDAS (from Pilate’s point of view)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMennxBC83Q

 THE TROJAN WOMEN

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOg4FjCrtNs

 NICE GIRL (In 1967 New Mexico, settled lives become unsettled)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69hRxRaj1EA

 MICHELANGELO’S MODELS (just about my favorite of my plays, 1981):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhNPqFsMiwo

 HELLO, BOB (1990) (23 acquaintances old and new speak to a newly-successful playwright)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJ1K8wNcNmI

 PLAY BY PLAY (What actors are really thinking)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RS0hMaUtVw0&feature=related

 BLUE IS FOR BOYS (Mayhem in an all-gay college dorm)

Act 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2qX6iLUsD0

Act 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVweA4sQkFg

 PLAY SCRIPTS ONLINE:

 SOUND (has been called “a prequel to ‘Sunset Boulevard,’ ” 1988):

http://robertpatrickpersonal.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/sound-play-by-robert-patrick/

DELUSION (sci-fi thriller about an expensive private school co-written for the stage from my 1993 screenplay with Billy Houck, 2004)

http://robertpatrickpersonal.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/delusion-play-by-robert-patrick-and-billy-houck/

 HOLLYWOOD AT SUNSET (My last play, 1994)

http://robertpatrickpersonal.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/hollywood-at-sunset-play-by-robert-patrick/

THE BEAUX ARTS BALL (wives, models, and mistresses of great modern painters, plus a few female artists, too, in a power-struggle in the ladies’ room)

http://robertpatrickpersonal.wordpress.com/2009/07/03/the-beaux-arts-ball-play-by-robert-patrick/

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I am a 74-year old, single, gay Libran writer and ghostwriter living in Los Angeles strictly for the sunshine. I abide in good-natured despair about the failure of the ideals of the 60’s revolution. I see the western world at present in terms of the theories of Christopher Lasch (“The Culture of Narcissus”) and Alice Miller (“The Drama of the Gifted Child”). I’m not sure anything can be done about the mess our wasteland is in, but I do regard the collapse of our civilization as a fascinating opportunity for a writer to discern the structure of the culture crumbling around him. I regard myself as a refugee from the apocalypse, striving to keep alight a small campfire of human humor in an increasingly dreary darkness. I am not committed to any particular cause, nor am I apt to be convertible to yours. In the interminable struggles for status and identity which pass for “parties” in our culture, I haven’t yet found a side I’d care to take. The password to my fireside is, “I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.”WRITE ME AT rbrtptrck@AOL.COM
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