| ||Yes, I'm Still A Poet|
I've been writing poetry for more
than 10 years. In fact I moved to San Francisco in 2002 in order to
seriously study my craft as a poetry student at the University of San
Francisco. Lately I've been concentrating on playwriting, but poetry is
very much a part of my writing. My poetics inform my playwriting:
imagery, lyricism, repetition, the way words sound.
But two nights ago I was thrilled because I actually dug out a prose poem to incorporate a version of it into American Triage. And I was very happy to incorporate a poem into my playwriting, felt like I was coming full circle or something.
I was working on a monologue for
Soraya. Lately I've been making a list of what's missing. I wonder if
this happens to all playwrights or just those like me that tend to
write out of order, meaning I don't write in a linear fashion i.e.
start the beginning, end at the ending. Instead I write a scene and
then try to determine where in the timeline of the play it is and
insert it. This means holes need to be filled, questions answered,
Tuesday night I was working on a
monologue for Soraya that delved into her relationship with her father
a bit. I had been wondering: Does she miss him? The monologue takes
place late at night, right after Lalo and the wounded Rafael leave
Lalo's bedroom to head to the church. Soraya is experiencing a bit of
insomnia and is watering a dying plant. That's when she talks about her
father's green thumb, his garden. And that's when I remembered my poem The Avocado Tree. The Avocado Tree
is a prose poem about the death of a grandfather and how the tree
seemed to mourn by not producing fruit for two years. I altered the
lines and inserted it into the play and I have to say it works.
Page count update: 69! There's still plenty of work to do, but it's really coming along.
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