Mary P. Burrill: an early 20th-century playwright and educator.

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Mary P. Burrill: an early 20th-century playwright and educator.
Georgia Douglas Johnson: One of the earliest African-American female playwrights.
Aziza Barnes: Poet; Playwright.
The queerness of identification
So I realised that after a lifetime of avoiding Tennessee Williams (inasmuch as I can being a Classic Hollywood fan), I've seen three of his plays in about four months. And each time there's like this shockwave of identification. Leaves me profoundly unsettled not just on a viewer level but on a writer level.
First time was at the Belvoir production of The Glass Menagerie. That was like an earthquake. Of all the ways I had mentally prepared myself for that play, it was this notion of autobiography and remaking the past that completely unnerved me. I remember sitting in that audience, half listening to the play because my brain was fizzing and roaring, near tears because I never knew that about Tennessee Williams. Never realised I could respond to his work and identify with him on that deeply horrifyingly intimate level.
Then watching the NT broadcast of A Streetcar Named Desire and again seeing how he remade and reimagined and projected a past that never was, a past for someone else, for someone he loved.
And then yesterday watching the STC production of Suddenly Last Summer and suddenly overwhelmed with tears because I never realised the poetic side of Sebastian and how that totally reconfigures his death and why would Tennessee write that, why?!
Noel Coward and Tennessee Williams ... I shouldn't be surprised that I am so drawn to queer playwrights, sometimes even despite myself. It's like the fucking Portkey sensation.
The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.
Lorraine Hansberry.