By C. E. “Chris” Gatchalian
On March 4th I participated in Pi Theatre‘s Sarah Kane Salon, an outreach event held in advance of Pi’s upcoming production of Kane’s seminal play Blasted.
The work of Kane – a queer playwright and perhaps the most celebrated exponent of the UK’s In-Yer-Face Theatre movement in the 90s, who took her own life in 1999 at the age of 28 – changed my life, and I continue to uphold it as a reminder of the importance of sticking to one’s vision, no matter the commercial or critical fallout.
Below is the poem I wrote – and read – for the March 4th event.
For Sarah Kane
milkwarm break of not-quite
morning you, finally, sleep-crust
fringed nonpartisan vision
daylight/excrement/life as is.
the pen. the lace.
the line. the love.
your arctic summer.
curtain.
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