tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25141453.post114382460781683991..comments2019-06-13T06:43:27.419-04:00Comments on A. PLAYWRIGHT'S RAMBLINGS: scriberesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16686564738595964556noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25141453.post-1144207782256145812006-04-04T23:29:00.000-04:002006-04-04T23:29:00.000-04:00I hath thy correspondence regarding thy frustratio...I hath thy correspondence regarding thy frustration in presenting your plays to theatee companies and yea, that archdevil of all devils, the producer.<BR/>Verily, he is in the hands of the counters of beans, yea unto those with golden guineas in their doublets to spend - but alas alack, not on plays, but on hawking, wenching, drinking.<BR/>Thou mentioneth that females shouldst be cast in female roles. Nay, fair lady, nay.<BR/>Fain. I wouldst be laughed of the stage were I to present this to my producers. I'truth, thy sex is to valuable to be traipsing around the rough stage and at the mercy of every wit and buffoon who wouldst sully thy good name with ribald comments - like 'get thy raiment off' - nay! seet Eleanor, nay!<BR/><BR/>Thou hast been saddened by these rejection letters. I too have felt the rapier thrust in me when once I did pursue a drama of wit and merriment. Forsooth, to be told, "Na, Master Will, the public wilt not be kind in seeing a play about four lovers, a fairy king and queen and a sprite the very name, Puck, is open to much ribaldry. The Guilds of London Town wouldst frown (yea verily! a rhyme) upon the crafts of weaver being held to ridicule by a buffoon with an asses head upon his shoulder. Why, 'prentices would murmer and it would not be be prdent to walk abroad at night. Also, Master Will, the name Midsummer Nights Dream is not a derriere on seat drawcard - I shalt say nay to thy proposal. How how it stung with the sting of a viper.<BR/>I did sit under the horned moon and weep bitter tears, yea bitter.<BR/>So, scriberess - keep thy quill sharp and filled with ink and thy satchel filled with paper and trampest thou, the streets of Mount Royal, someone wilt buy thy wares, i'truth.<BR/><BR/>sincerely<BR/>WillAl1801https://www.blogger.com/profile/14179158494574509118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25141453.post-1144099934337359582006-04-03T17:32:00.000-04:002006-04-03T17:32:00.000-04:00G'day Bill Jeez mate, didn't ya bore up it up play...G'day Bill <BR/>Jeez mate, didn't ya bore up it up playeright...mate, ya gotta be more gentle. either 'er play was bloody good or lousy. Youse've got be definite. I think you've blown your chance of getting the maple syrup from Canada, Annie wanted for her pancakes.<BR/>Now, mate, talkin' about plays. I got an idea ya might like to toss around.<BR/>There's a union boss. let's say, Rome, eh. Julie Cesario or big Julie. <BR/><BR/> He runs the rackets on the South Side. Now, across the North Side, is this other joker, Bruto, he's got a gang of losers, Cassius, a long lean bloke; Casca-The-knife and a few low lifers. They want all of Rome and Bruto wants to be mayor.<BR/>Anyway, Big Julie is walking home after a night at the Purple Pussy Nite Club when he runs into this other loser who rambles on about Hides on the March. Julie slips the poor bloke a ducat and goes home to Cally, hs wife. She's a gorgeous piece of work, former covergirl for the Tiber Times - Cally Purnya. Anyway, in bed, big Julie keeps wondering about what this joker says.<BR/>So, he fronts up to work the next morning and is abvout to enter the office when he's knocked off by Bruto and his mob. Julie's last words: "Jeez, not you too Bruto."<BR/> Oh boy!~ does the union give big Julie a send off.<BR/>Julie's mate, Marco, get's all riled up and gathers up all the paparazzi and reporters and gives them an earful (for prime time TV) about poor old Big Julie and how he didn't want the job as mayor and was not interested in running the city.<BR/>In the end, Marco and his boys take on Bruto's mob at the Plains of Fillipo Bar and Grill. Bruto tops himself, because he won't get elected as mayor. Oh yeah! you might like to add that Big Julie was seeing an Egyptian chick - so was Marco, the same chick.<BR/>I'm not sure about bringing sex into int, or even tough language.<BR/>Give it your best thought and let me know if it has merit. If you want it, it's yours. I have another idea too. It's about this bloke - A financier from Venice, Shyton Locke who has a daughter,. Jessie, who's a bit of a rebel...I'll let you know more on that.<BR/>Mate, gotta tell ya. Love the poem about this greasy sheila, Joan. Are you going to put it one of your plays?<BR/><BR/>Al from OzAl1801https://www.blogger.com/profile/14179158494574509118noreply@blogger.com