My article for The Independent about how queer feminism is (believe it or not) universal.
Things that are strange and miraculous for playwrights:
- When you get an office
- When nice people bring you morning coffee?
- When nice people BRING YOU LUNCH?!?!
Things that are normal for playwrights:
- No office
- Get your own damn coffee
- No lunch
The Man Watching // Rilke
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can’t bear without a friend,
I can’t love without a sister.
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape, like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.
What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great.
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.
When we win it’s with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestlers’ sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.
–Translated by Robert Bly
3-play anthology available here on Jan 24. (Cover photograph by Scott Suchman, of Dane Laffrey’s set for the premiere of Collective Rage.)
Single editions of Collective Rage available here, also on Jan 24, in concert with the upcoming UK Premiere at Southwark Playhouse. (Cover photograph by Thurstan Redding, of Betty 5 actor Genesis Lynea.)