And I'm Not Jenny is a book of performance writing composed of a monologue series ("And I'm Not Jenny") and the texts for four performances ("Vice Versa," "BODY/TALK/RADIO," "In Penumbral Flats," and "BeRemainBecome"). AINJ appeared from Slope Editions.
This blog will continue the "And I'm Not Jenny" series from AINJ and is open to anyone's contributions. Please email your Not Jenny monologues to Tara Rebele: tararebele (at) tararebele (dot) com.
All Not Jenny monologues will be published anonymously, so don't worry about sharing your deepest, darkest Not Jenny moments.
2 comments:
Jenny? Jenny?
"My nang Jose Jiminez."
Bill Dana
http://joaquintiradospalpablefear.blogspot.com
I feel more like Geraldine than Jenny--
Morphing, or How I Become Geraldine
Buffarilla, you say, fat slob, Twinkie grubber. You point
at Geraldine, who picks flowers in the yard next door. Call her
retarded, crazy. Her eyes bulge, you add, and she’s missing
teeth. She’s human, I respond, has feelings, like we do.
You point out other women, as we drive toward the gym.
The ugly ones, the stupid ones. The ones with buck teeth.
The acned, bow-legged and knock-kneed ones. I cradle
their feelings, and mine. Every word slaps the face of my own
imperfections. Roaring past a truck with a sign: Wide Load,
you point at me, laughing. By the time we arrive, I’m so fat,
crazy and stupid I can’t get out. I’m wedged in the seat,
and only the jaws of life can save me.
:-(
Mary Stebbins
this poem was published int he Women Artists Datebook 2003
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