WWPT's Indigenous Playwrights' Circle on Hidden Meanings.
In celebration of our upcoming world premiere of Dead Letter by Conni Massing, the members of our Indigenous Playwrights’ Circle brought forth some ideas on "hidden meanings."
My hidden meaning is above. Not space. Not the clouds. Not the wind. Not the sun, the moon, the sky. The birds. Their hidden presence becomes my greatest direction.
-Josh Languedoc
I asked for a sign and He gave me a feather. Those of us that have this lived experience know that we’re stumbling blind.
-Monica Gate
Do I need to go on such a grueling out-in-the-woods-starve-myself-in solitude journey just to find meaning in my life? That’s giving main character energy but what if I’m just an NPC? No really what if I’m just a boring nobody living my authentically mundane life when nothing extraordinary happens??? If I don’t feel the need to go soul-searching in the auspicious mountains of butt fuck nowhere does that mean I dont have a soul to be found? Or does it mean I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
-Olivia McCotter
…And In the middle of the large mostly empty space, sat a small pile of missing jewelry. Sometimes I wonder if I dreamt that part up. I still hold that image of a pile of jewelry in my mind. I always knew how it got up there, and who put it there. I just never understood what until recently.
-Maria Buffalo