From the archives

[greenstorm]

An Assignment for Student Playwrights

I told them to go listen to people talking,
To write exactly how some people really
Talked to each other, and one young man
Came to the next workshop, looking bewildered,
Holding his notes by thumbtip and fingertip
To avoid contamination. He said, "This
Is how they talked. They weren't actually
Having a conversation, just interrupting
Each other and saying whatever it was
They wanted to keep on saying. They had to decide
Today, here and now, like whether to go on
With this, this whatever-it-was they couldn't
Think of a name for. They kept looking
This way and that way, even at me (I wasn't
Anybody, just some student scribbling),
But never at each other. You could tell
They felt bad. They were making up their minds
About something important enough to change
Their lives maybe forever. But what was coming
Out of their mouths wouldn't have passed even
Junior high school English. They were both trying
To say what hurt, what was disappointing, what wasn't
Even common courtesy, let alone love.
If they'd been actors, good ones, they'd have been making
Contact. They'd have been improvising something
More interesting than shoving their chairs back
And standing up and trying to split the bill
But dividing it wrong, dropping it, picking it up,
And arguing all the way out. Now what the hell
Am I supposed to make out of this crap?"

David Wagoner

Comments

[yarrowkat]

<3

that sounds so very human. <3

[greenstorm]

I think of this all the time: the difference between representation and reality, and especially in interaction with people. Folks flow so fluidly between these things and I think often don't understand where they are at all the time.

So human.

[yarrowkat]

yes, that is likely so. and sometimes the permeable edge is the place where imagination shapes reality, but sometimes it's just a miscommunication minefield.

[greenstorm]

Where reality is being shaped seems to always be a minefield, nowadays.