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MULTIPLE POINTS OF VIEW

Roger D. Coleman



Point of view, a common term in writing-the story told in first person, third person, omniscient and many others. Let’s see the famous balcony scene, not from the omniscient P.O.V, but from Romeo’s, and then Juliet’s first person P.O.V.-followed by a gender confused couple.


Scene I, Verona, Balcony

Zounds, I need be brief. Juliette’s got such a short memory span.
But soft, what nettlesome nurse through yonder balcony breaks at most inopportune moment.
No levity now, chicks like it when men are. . . what’s the word. . . SENSITIVE.
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou? Romeo?”
What an opening for me, a stroke of gadzooks. The ditsy dame knows I’m down here in the wet grass.
If I scramble up this grapevine. . . watch it- don’t want to stain my codpiece, (puff), (puff), damn thorns.
Remember~ exude sincerity. . . good place to deny I’m a Montague, if I’m to get that ripe cherry between the sheets.
An opening for vowing undying love on yonder stars. . . make that clouds—heart-shaped. . . no, no, the MOON. That silvers the treetops
Don’t lose her now. . . press the flesh.
Do the bird thing or glove on hand simile.
How about, loves labor longingly lost (alliteration too much for a balcony scene?)
Finish with couplet.
Don’t forget. . . SMILE.


Scene I (again, different point of view)

There’s that dolt down in the garden. . . got to hook him before he loses interest.
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou? Romeo?”
He heard me. He’s looking up.
Reel him in. Try not to look aloof. . . or too eager
Maybe he’ll swear true love by the moon. . . a plot point.
Time to spring a couplet: “My bounty is as boundless as the sea; the more I give my pounding heart to thee.”
He’s falling for it. Give him the old fake ‘sincerity’ look.
Got him! Lean over the balcony, show him the cleavage.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow. Good night till it be morrow.”


Scene I (again)

I’ll act like I want her.
She knows I’m gay. I know she’s lesbian.
If we wed we’d make a great pair.
I could spend my time at “Ye Olde Homophilic Pub.”
She could consort with her ladies in waiting.
An attractive pair, doing our own thing. . . be accepted by the uptight homophobes. . . even the church.
Forsooth, God works in mysterious ways.




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