In three weeks, this happened:
1 full-length adaptation of ANTIGONE, 1 screenplay, and 1 ten-minute play. Also: the realization that Edna Saint Vincent Millay is AWESOME. I’ve been reading Savage Beauty
, which is basically a chronicle of all the lady-hearts and gentleman-hearts she crushed and left strewn in her wake, and I have to say: Edna SVM, I would have liked you. I would have not fallen in LOVE with you, because I have in my hands five hundred and fifty pages of how you destroyed people’s will to live and faith in humanity, but we definitely would have had something to talk about.
Goodbye, Millay. Both Edna and barn.
“Oh, were you writing just now? You don’t mind if I take a series of shits on your desk, do you? Also, excuse me, is that piece of paper edible? No? What about the other one? No? OK, that’s cool. I’m not in the way, right? I’m just going to jog up and down your bedroom now, to prep myself for the 4 am run I’ll take – also in your bedroom, by the way. That’s cool, right?”
My new home – and Edna Saint Vincent Millay’s barn:
The view. What you can’t see: a migrating flock of monarch butterflies just overhead who have stopped in:
Thanks, Edna SVM.