“Song of Myself” Verse 38 by Curtia Torbert


( Curtia Torbert quietly reading lines to herself ) [Jennifer Crandall, off camera] You ready? [Jennifer, off camera] Yeah?
[Curtia] The pressure is when you know you’re supposed to get it right. [Jennifer] What is “right?” [Curtia] Yeah…
[Jennifer] No one else has memorized this. You’re the only person. [Jennifer] Alright, you ready?
[Curtia] Mh-hmm.
[jennifer] So we’re going to go. [Jennifer] So, let me open up to the right page here. [Jennifer] It was, uh, Verse 47, right? [Curtia] No, it was Verse 38. [Jennifer, laughing] You sure?
[Curtia] Yes!
[Jennifer] Alright. [Jennifer] You’re dumbfounded. [Curtia] Enough! Enough! Enough! [Curtia] Somehow I’ve been stunn’d. [Ginnard Archibald, off camera] Depressed. [Curtia] Enough! Enough! Enough! [Curtia] Somehow I’ve been stunned. [Ginnard] Anger. [Curtia] Enough! Enough! Enough! [Jennifer] Whisper it.
[Curtia] Somehow I’ve been stunn’d. Stand back! Just give me a little time beyond my cuff’d head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake. [Curtia] Oh, I like “How to Get Away with Murder,” with Viola Davis. She’s great. [Jennifer] OK, Viola Davis, “How to Get Away with Murder.” Enough! Enough! Enough! Somehow I have been stunn’d! Stand back! Just give me a little time beyond my cuff’d head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, [Jennifer] Nice job.
[Curtia] Mmmmm, no.
[Jennifer] No? OK. [Jennifer] Um, let’s do honest. Just be you. Enough! Enough! Enough! Somehow I have been stunn’d. Stand back! Just give me a little time beyond my cuff’d head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I found myself on the verge of a usual mistake. That I could forget the mockers and insults! That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers! That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning. I remember now,
I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, and fastenings roll from me. I troop forth replenish’d with supreme power, one of an average unending procession, Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines, Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth, The blossoms we put in our hats, the growth of thousands of years. Eleves, I salute you! Come forth!
Continue your annotations, Continue your questionings. [Jennifer] How’d that feel? It felt good. It felt more honest than anything else so far.

4 thoughts on ““Song of Myself” Verse 38 by Curtia Torbert

  1. Curita you have such a beautiful gift.The theatre , literature and poetry are such powerful languages and you deliver beautifully and honestly. I want to watch where you go with this gift. I will be following.

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