screenplay
Posted: October 20th, 2005, 1:58 am
i write it and my father, grandfather, and son have all come to speak in various characters
disasters of our family
have been turned into entertainment
family of origin issues cross from my gender
to a sexuality that has been observed, objectified for several generations, bought and sold
gold and silver
garments strewn on marble floors
make up and props
made into a hollywood visual
so that somehow i will understand
i resist looking, seeing, writing it
my fingers and body
heat up and sweat and i cannot stop or i avoid it
my friend s call me on cell phone
trying to get me to be social
eat pizza and laugh
but i cant
this thing has gone on long enough
it s like the endless sleepover
and all my kids are in the living room throwing popcorn
but all the kids are me, my father, my son, my granfather
my grandmother- all of them cheering me on
tell our story
they love to be honor like this
i love to do it
yet sometimes this obsession
feels like a house guest that has stayed too long
irritated but polite
oh sure i would love to
ok
i surrender to the second act plot the failure of the anatagonist, and the hero
not to get lost
wound up like a movie
melting like history
senseless with money
beauty
and powerlessness
struggle for caveman gestures
and action
i beg for answers to the generations of surrvivalists
the indian
the cowboy
the alcoholic
the children
marriages and divorses
all of you wanting to be noticed in 90 minutes
i hope that you like it
i have tried to include you all with love
disasters of our family
have been turned into entertainment
family of origin issues cross from my gender
to a sexuality that has been observed, objectified for several generations, bought and sold
gold and silver
garments strewn on marble floors
make up and props
made into a hollywood visual
so that somehow i will understand
i resist looking, seeing, writing it
my fingers and body
heat up and sweat and i cannot stop or i avoid it
my friend s call me on cell phone
trying to get me to be social
eat pizza and laugh
but i cant
this thing has gone on long enough
it s like the endless sleepover
and all my kids are in the living room throwing popcorn
but all the kids are me, my father, my son, my granfather
my grandmother- all of them cheering me on
tell our story
they love to be honor like this
i love to do it
yet sometimes this obsession
feels like a house guest that has stayed too long
irritated but polite
oh sure i would love to
ok
i surrender to the second act plot the failure of the anatagonist, and the hero
not to get lost
wound up like a movie
melting like history
senseless with money
beauty
and powerlessness
struggle for caveman gestures
and action
i beg for answers to the generations of surrvivalists
the indian
the cowboy
the alcoholic
the children
marriages and divorses
all of you wanting to be noticed in 90 minutes
i hope that you like it
i have tried to include you all with love