Café Discovery: Learning my part

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There are Sundays when I don’t have much in the way of words.  At least not much in the way of my words.

This is apparently one of them.

I mean, I had a story just before I fell asleep last night and it migrated into a dream, I’m pretty sure, but as these things happen, when I woke up, it was gone.  I have a little suspicion of what it was about, but if I try to force it, I know I will be displeased with the result, that it wouldn’t end up being what it wanted to be.

So I’m going to leave that up to my subconscious to play and do with what it will.  Maybe the story will reappear and maybe it won’t.

Meanwhile, I’m supposed to be learning some lines from Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues.  We have rehearsals Monday and Tuesday nights and it’s show time on Wednesday and Thursday.

Specifically, my part comes from They beat the girl out of my boy…or so they tried.

But I’ve spent most of the day with my art program instead.

Click on the images for larger views.

I live now in the female zone

but you know how people feel about immigrants.

They don’t like it when you come from someplace else.

They don’t like it when you mix.

They killed my boyfriend.

They beat him insanely while he slept

with a baseball bat.

They beat this girl out of his head.

They didn’t want him dating a foreigner,

even though she was pretty and she listened and was kind.

They didn’t want him falling in love with ambiguity.

They were scared he’d get lost.

They were that terrified of love.


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    • Robyn on February 15, 2009 at 9:15 pm

    …was PFC Barry Winchell.  I’ve always found it regrettable that, because he had a transwoman girlfriend (Calpernia Addams), he was labeled as gay.

    • kj on February 16, 2009 at 12:31 am

    taking a sabbatical.  (or is that an extended nap?)   🙂

    at any rate, will either catch up in Muse or here next Sunday.

    • Robyn on February 16, 2009 at 4:18 am

    …thanks, npk…I guess.  Not much of a headline story here.

  1. this is a lovely essay.  Very much enjoyed the artwork as well as your words.

    “They didn’t want him falling in love with ambiguity”–priceless.

    Liminal figures are very intriguing to me; and liminality is something this country cannot abide.  In an either/or, good/bad culture, the liminal being is the outcast.  One wonders how those either/or people manage to deal with the liminal nature of, well, nature: the times between (when it is not quite dawn but past the night; or not quite night but past the day; or the liminal areas like the shore: neither ocean nor sand, but the place where they meet).

    • kj on February 16, 2009 at 2:07 pm

    “Ship of Fools”     {{{Robyn}}}

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