soliloquies delivered by Shakespeare’s women – Juliet, Ophelia, Lady MacBeth, Kate, Portia, Desdemona, Regan, Miranda, Isabella, and Marina – protesting the role given to them
a feminist critique of Shakespeare, exquisite poetry, fresh, new (original) audition pieces, and great classroom material
Available in various e-formats (Kindle, Kobo, NookBook, iBook), but if you’d like an epub or pdf, you can download it right here, for free. (And here’s why).
Available in print only as part of Satellites Out of Orbit.
A theatrical version of the soliloquies (interwoven so lines from one echo or comment on lines from another), titled Not Such Stuff, has been performed by Venus Theatre in Laurel, Maryland and Alumnae Theatre in Toronto, Ontario. Others interested in producing it are asked to contact chris. Not quite a feminist play, but definitely feminist theatre. Another version, titled As I the Shards Examine, set in a women’s public restroom, is available at stageplays.com.
As a Shakespeare director, I’m thrilled by the perspective which Chris’ pieces provide of the plays and characters which they challenge – I believe these will be sought after by theatre companies which also do solid classical work, as new material for their audiences, embraced by a season of Shakespeare plays.
As a feminist, I’m excited by how these characters come alive and point up the perceptions and misperceptions that have shaped their literary and theatrical destinies.
As a dramaturg, I’m more than pleased to find modern playwrights who can write in heightened language and/or verse.” Joanne Zipay, Judith Shakespeare Company, NYC
“I quite enjoyed this poetry collection! I really enjoyed the different takes on many of the ladies of Shakespeare and I appreciate the depth the author took to give them the proper lens they should have been viewed from the start! I had a particular appreciation for Lady MacBeth’s very short poem, if only because I loved the confidence being projected in the use of language. There is a cleverness in most of these poems (for the characters I recognized at least) and harsh truth-bombs that were often being dropped. … [T]he writing is very open and raw, which I adored …” Sam, Goodreads
O what a noble mind is here at last uncover’d!
The glass of fashion, the mold of form
Is quite dash’d against the stone;
The shattered pieces lie at my feet.
My thoughts, my feelings,
Once fixed, encased in crystal,
Breathe and blow in the quick’ning wind
Like petals. Once pale, now pulsing,
Rich, and rainbowed, come!
I beseech thee, attend and heed
As I the shards examine.…
Where the hell art thou?
Have you stopped along the way
To play at your stupid battle games?
Or have you changed your mind,
And decided not to come
Thinking me too ‘easy’ and thus insincere:
What perversion of thought is this?
Because I say what it is I want,
Direct and forthright,
You judge my desire false?
While the one who dallies,
Says no to mean yes,
You deem true and take her