Will Eno (born 1965) is an American playwright based in Brooklyn, New York. His play, Thom Pain (based on nothing) was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in Drama in 2005. His play The Realistic Joneses appeared on Broadway in 2014, where it received a Drama Desk Special Award and was named Best Play on Broadway by USA Today, and best American play of 2014 by the Guardian. His play The Open House was presented at the Signature Theatre and won the Obie Award, the Lortel Award, a Drama Desk Special Award, and was on both TIME Magazine and Time Out New York's Top Ten Plays of 2014.
Eno grew up in Billerica, Carlisle, and Westford, Massachusetts and attended Concord-Carlisle High School, Concord, Massachusetts. He "was a competitive cyclist from the age of about 13 until his early 20s." For three years he attended the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, but dropped out and moved to New York. He is married to actress Maria Dizzia.
His plays have been produced in New York City, Off-Broadway and by regional and European theatres: the Gate Theatre, the SOHO Theatre, and BBC Radio (London); the Rude Mechanicals Theater Company,The Satori Group (Seattle); the Flea Theatre, NY Power Company and Naked Angels (NYC); Quebracho Théâtre - Monica Espina (Paris); Circle-X (Los Angeles); The Cutting Ball Theater(San Francisco). Thom Pain has been produced in Brazil, Italy, Germany, France, Norway, Denmark, Israel, Mexico and other countries.
We are given this knofe, now we're taking their life
The pact is made;
We sold our souls for nothing more
The strands of life were once frayed
And now we're sacred and afraid
Living out the dreams that seem to be delayed
Que so mos libre pero un cancer
You say that you have found the answer
The future's not for me in your society
The light you see is never what it seems to be
Confusion, illusion
The nation that you took from me
Is one in which I won't burn
Because you won't learn that this is my
Turn to return
You can't sell us what you steal
We won't buy what isn't real
Our lives aren't secure;
Our hearts won't endure
Fuck you and your...
Y mi futuro es Negro, que yo soy un peligro
The vision that is sold
Just never seems to grow
The life that you cannot mold
Tu dices que es tu dolo
The fact is played, the story's old,
I'm fucking cold
To be like you and have your actions
To buy into the new perceptions
Of how my life should be, the vision I
Should see
The future and the light is not what seems
To be
Confusion, illusion
The nation that you took from me
Is one in which I won't burn
Because you won't learn that this is my
Turn to return
You can't sell us what you steal
We won't buy what isn't real
Our lives aren't secure;
Our hearts won't endure
Fuck you and your...
Fuck you and all your ways
Revolution/Revolucion!