When you don’t have a script at the beginning of a project, it’s often hard as the director/lead deviser to explain to your collaborators what the hell you are envisioning. Before embarking on the 2007 staging, I assembled a lot of bad, black and white Xeroxed images of genius photographs to help me conceptualize the next leg of the piece. I sequenced them into a binder and wrote a kind of prose poem or around them with the goal of sharing a kind of “inner monologue” of how I saw the piece unfolding from the main character’s point of view. Below is a transcription of the writing and many of the images I compiled.
Out on the street
It was a regular day
I got high
but I felt like a shade of myself
faint markers
disoriented me
everything seemed like an omen
I couldn’t quite read
then I began to feel as though
someone was following me
but when I looked behind me it was only myself
I stopped.
I needed relief.
so I found a bathroom
I thought it would be cool and quiet
maybe institutional and freaky but
sterile at least
it was crowded, teeming with life
did anyone feel like I did?
but I had problems of my own
So many stories
and me
I felt pretty good, or OK, when I came in
I could fake it
but now,
not so good.
I was so dirty
and my brain was splotchy.
the women,
in their boxes
so clean
they had it all together
the laughter of the women
had made me lonely
and I knew it would be a long way back
I started to freak out
they seemed to belong to a club
I didn’t belong to
and they hated me
not human
I felt like a hundred eyes were
casting judgement on me
then I realized…
they were just looking at themselves.
and then,
they were beautiful.
Beautiful.
It suddenly got quiet.
I thought about the women.
maybe I was beautiful, too
I suddenly felt sexy
In control again.
I wanted someone badly right then
then sick
and very, very tired
what I needed
and then it came
[laughter]
it felt like we were the only two people in the world
then something happened
that made everything change
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