This piece is predicated on the Marge Piercy poem "The Friend," reprinted here without permission from Contemporary American Poetry (Houghton-Mifflin 1985):
The Friend
We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said yes.
Food grew cold on the table. he said, burn your body. it is not clean and smells like sex. it rubs my mind sore. I said yes.
I love you, I said. That's very nice, he said. I like to be loved, that makes me happy. Have you cut off your hands yet?
Hi, I came to your LJ from utena_inscribed. You said you wrote plays for the Shadow Girls and I was interested, since they're such interesting characters to me. I've thought of writing a play for them myself for a story I want to write, but now I never think it will be as good as yours. Some of them fit very well with the plays from Utena (amusing and simple on the surface, but profound) and some you've written have them as regular characters. I just found myself really loving some of them. I think C-ko is the girl with the ponytail and headband, A-ko is the one with the bow, and B-ko is the one with the pigtails.
By the way, do you have any tips for writing them? I know that A-ko and B-ko are always in a duo (B-ko seems to take the lead and is more talkative while A-ko is more dramatic.) And C-ko is just off-the-wall. That's my opinion of them anyway, although I'm still not sure whether they're narrative devices, actual students who know more than they should, or space aliens. Haha.
I confess that I'm a little puzzled, since while I've occasionally read Utena_inscribed, I don't remember posting there. Was it a comment? Perhaps a very long time ago?
It's been a while since I wrote any plays -- actually, I've been so busy it's been a while since I wrote anything -- but perhaps I will write another some time. It's one of those things that's hard to schedule.
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The Friend
We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.
Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.
I love you, I said.
That's very nice, he said.
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?
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By the way, do you have any tips for writing them? I know that A-ko and B-ko are always in a duo (B-ko seems to take the lead and is more talkative while A-ko is more dramatic.) And C-ko is just off-the-wall. That's my opinion of them anyway, although I'm still not sure whether they're narrative devices, actual students who know more than they should, or space aliens. Haha.
Once again, I love the plays!
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I confess that I'm a little puzzled, since while I've occasionally read Utena_inscribed, I don't remember posting there. Was it a comment? Perhaps a very long time ago?
It's been a while since I wrote any plays -- actually, I've been so busy it's been a while since I wrote anything -- but perhaps I will write another some time. It's one of those things that's hard to schedule.
In any case, thank you for stopping by!
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