Edna St. Vincent Millay. Image: The Book Haven. |
There is a theatre connection in her playwriting efforts for the Provincetown Players, America’s first avant-garde company who sought alternative models of writing and production from those of the commercial Broadway industry. Millay contributed several verse plays to the company, which intended to exclusively champion new works by American dramatists. Founded as a summer colony on Cape Cod in Massachusetts, the Provincetown Players attracted enough attention to open a winter season in New York City within two years of their founding. Fellow alumni included Eugene O’Neill, Susan Glaspell, the prominent stage designer Robert Edmond Jones, and journalist-activist John Reed, who would chronicle the 1917 Russian Revolution in Ten Days that Shook the World.
The converted fish wharf marking the humble origins of American experimental theatre in Provincetown. Image: Province Town Playhouse. |
More central to Smith’s play, Millay was equally devoted to her love of music as well as literature. Among her correspondence is a1920 letter relating, “I can whistle almost the whole of [Beethoven’s] Fifth Symphony, all four movements, and with it I have solaced many a whining hour to sleep. It answers all my questions, the noble, mighty thing, it is ‘green pastures and still waters’ to my soul. Indeed, without music I should wish to die. Even poetry, Sweet Patron Muse forgive me the words, is not what music is.” In this we can see the resonance of Millay in the rising musician in Smith’s play. That character Clementine is grieving the loss of her mother while her career as guitarist in a punk band (named One-Armed Edna in a subtle reference to Millay) is taking flight.
Clementine wrestles with some of the same emotional issues regarding passionate beliefs and personal vulnerability that Millay articulates in her poetry. We can economically find the dichotomies by juxtaposing two Millay poems (with that title poem “Love Is Not All” on the right):
Similar to Millay’s contrasting expressions of the ephemeral and enduring aspects of love, Clementine will take a step toward healing in reinterpreting “Love Is Not All” into a song lyric. Smith’s lyric from that Millay original reads:
They say love’s not all
Can’t fix my bones
Can’t fill my chest, so I can breathe
I rise, I sink
But now I know
I won’t sell your love to be free.
I was bold
Thought I was fine on my own
Can’t keep my head above the water
For lack of love alone.
I was bold
Thought the empty sky was my home
I turn the tide, feel more alive
How do I reach your shore?
I don’t know…
I don’t know…
This musical meditation on the nature of love brings the Millay connection full circle: two artists turning their pain into beauty, giving form and voice to the turbulence they mutually defy in order to begin reclaiming their lives.
They say love’s not all
Can’t fix my bones
Can’t fill my chest, so I can breathe
I rise, I sink
But now I know
I won’t sell your love to be free.
I was bold
Thought I was fine on my own
Can’t keep my head above the water
For lack of love alone.
I was bold
Thought the empty sky was my home
I turn the tide, feel more alive
How do I reach your shore?
I don’t know…
I don’t know…
This musical meditation on the nature of love brings the Millay connection full circle: two artists turning their pain into beauty, giving form and voice to the turbulence they mutually defy in order to begin reclaiming their lives.