Theater Selfie
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Gregory Pardlo
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Theater Selfie Gregory Pardlo (bio) At the Richard Rodgers Theatre, I shrank my face to the boxoffice window and confessed to the Lucite's voice-ventthat I'd told my wife a lie. I had hidden no Christmas giftsin the basement, nor yet acquired tickets to Hamiltonfor my youngest as I'd boasted I would. The ticketguy pshawed and, like a chilly neighbor, acknowledged me enough to punctuate his snub.But the seat map online, I pleaded, showed several vacant dotsin March. No seats, he snapped, and we went on like this untilI looked it up on my phone. Those? He snarled, you can't—His pause—its meaning irretrievable now—was heavy withthe ghosts of Broadway's sins. It was as if a voice offstagewas force-feeding him the line: You can't afford those.His cheeks ripened to prove he'd heard it justas I'd heard it, but that, for once maybe, he'd heard it in the waythat I'd heard it. Just then, his eyes were houselightsmaking me suddenly real. The veil had fallen between us,and we two stood outside the magic. We were our only audience.As one trained in this hackneyed improv, I knew that I mightdress the specter of his fear in comedy to save him. I neededto draw him out of his head. You got kids? I asked.He nodded, but I needed to hear the emotion in his voice.What are you gunna do, huh? I laughed. It's like, what do you wantfrom me? Am I right? And he mirrored me, shaking his head:The things we do. He asked if I could bring my kid next Tuesday.Hells yeah, I said, to prove that I could stay in character, though [End Page 10] I wasn't sure where he was taking us. He bent to rootbeneath his desk. Then the Lucite spit two miracleshe must have set aside for someone else. The selfiewe took that day tells a partial story. You see us, all teethand safe as bros. You see me holding the tickets like a peace sign,but you could never guess the price we paid to get them. [End Page 11] Gregory Pardlo gregory pardlo is Co-Director of the Institute for the Study of Global Racial Justice at Rutgers University and visiting faculty at New York University Abu Dhabi. His poetry collection Spectral Evidence is forthcoming in 2024. Copyright © 2023 Yale University
剧院有问题
在理查德·罗杰斯剧院(Richard Rodgers Theatre),我把脸缩到售票处的窗口,对着露丝特的声音承认,我对妻子撒了谎。我没有在地下室藏圣诞礼物,也没有像我吹嘘的那样,为我最小的孩子买到汉密尔顿剧院的门票。售票员皱了皱眉头,像一个冷淡的邻居一样,向我表示感谢,打断了他的冷落。但我恳求说,网上的座位图显示,3月份有几个空位。没有座位了,他厉声说,我们就这样继续下去,直到我在手机上查了一下。这些吗?他咆哮道,“你不能——”他的停顿——现在已经无法挽回了——充满了百老汇罪恶的幽灵。就好像台下有个声音在强迫他说:你买不起那些东西。他的脸颊变得成熟,证明他听到的和我听到的一样,但是,也许这一次,他听到的方式和我听到的一样。就在那时,他的眼睛就像家里的灯光,让我突然变得真实起来。我们之间的面纱已经落下,我们俩站在魔法的外面。我们是唯一的观众。作为一个在这种陈腐的即兴表演中受过训练的人,我知道我可以把他恐惧的幽灵伪装成喜剧来拯救他。我得把他从他的脑袋里拽出来。你有孩子吗?我问。他点了点头,但我需要听出他声音里的情感。你要怎么做?我笑了。就像,你想从我这里得到什么?我说的对吗?他模仿着我,摇着头:我们做的事情。他问我下星期二能不能带我的孩子来。当然,我说,为了证明我可以留在角色里,尽管我不确定他要把我们带到哪里。他弯下腰趴在桌子底下。然后,透明水晶吐出了两个奇迹,她一定是为别人留下的。那天我们拍的自拍照只能说明部分情况。你看到我们,全都咬紧牙关,像兄弟一样安全。你看到我拿着彩票,就像拿着和平的标志,但你永远猜不到我们为得到它们付出了多少代价。Gregory Pardlo是罗格斯大学全球种族正义研究所的联合主任,也是纽约大学阿布扎比分校的访问学者。他的诗集《光谱证据》将于2024年出版。版权所有©2023耶鲁大学
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