Earlier today, I went to a quick workshop with playwright, A. Rey Pamatmat. The exercise given was to randomly draw one of Aristotle’s Poetics (Plot, Character, Action, Language (Diction/Rhythm/Melody), Spectacle, and Music) and a written down subject/object/phrase etc, and combine them somehow. This is what I blindly drew:
1) Diction/Rhythm
2) Your surname spelled backwards
PANGANIBAN > NABINAGNAP
The Sleeping Pirate
My name.
My name is.
My name means to steal.
My name is to annoy.
My name is sleep.
By definition,
All the plundering and the constant questioning
That will drive you
Your mom
Your mom’s mom
And even your distant cousin named Bong’s mom
To be induced into a feathery silk-lined Slumber whose toll rings of my station in life.
Pirate.
Mother-in-Law.
Rumplestiltskin’s foil.
The definitions of my moonwalked name left me to ponder,
Annie are you okay?
Not exactly.
I wanted to stop the Re-Winding Motion of the cycle of the meaning behind this name for
What is in a name?
Is it the dagger before me? For I am not.
Is it the thorn of an ading’s question of why is the sky blue? For IT is not.
Is it the sweet poisoned nectar poised to kiss the lips of a lover
For life is meaningless if I was ever awakened? Hardly.
Nab – To Steal.
Ee – The note to follow Ahhh.
Nabee.
Nag – To Annoy.
Nap – To Sleep.
Nagnap.
Nabeenag.
Nabeenagnap.
I am Nabeenagnap –
The Flashbacks of a Pirate who constantly beheads the Knights of your dreams who guard the sheep.
Sorry.
The end.