Becoming: Waking Up in the Thwarted Rêve
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When Tennessee became my age, his brain
Began to dream in color. Up till then
The playwright’s sleep and nightmares, crammed with pain
And pulsing images of muscled men
And swamp-like armpits, were as if up on
The Silver Screen. (Think Brando in that sweat
And cotton T-shirt full of sex and brawn.)
Of course poor Williams dreamed of blonde, brunette,
And redhead women, all in black and white,
But they were frail, the lot, like Blanche Dubois,
Who needed propping up, too wraith-like, slight,
Unhinged. In dreams he didn’t rip a bra
Off any female. He was waiting for
That scarlet moment he became men’s whore.