roadside ghosts and writing your obsessions
Earlier today, as I made adjustments in the galley for GRAVEYARDS OF CHICAGO, I was thinking about my acquaintance with this particular urban legend and source materials. In particular, Resurrection Mary has been an obsession that took root when I was 12 and checking out stacks of ghost story and paranormal books from the tiny Cherry Valley public storefront library with its rickety floors, precariously leaning stacks, and questionable green shag carpet in the children's area. It's probably natural that I would become obsessed with ghosts given my love of horror and gothic leanings. This one seems particularly interesting from a regional standpoint (not Rockford necessarily, but suburban Chicago, though another spooky urban legend from my hometown makes an appearance in the play.)
When I was taking a class back in the MFA program way back in 2005 that was devoted to writing Chicago poems, it seemed like a no-brainer, to take my obsession with this urban legend and see what bloomed. There were also great ways to bring in history and class in the city in interesting ways. The result of course was Archer Avenue. Initially, it was a small print edition that I mostly gave away and traded in the year leading up to my first book's release. Later, those poems would fit nicely in the context of IN THE BIRD MUSEUM, my second book.
Certain things informed that project, and by extension, the play i just wrote two decades later. In addition to in-depth research on sightings and lore, I did things like go on ghost tours and wandered around the historic State St. Marshall Fields (which was on the verge of becoming a Macy's soon after.) Class and the idea of pauper/unmarked graves was at the forefront of my mind, as was Depression-era economics.
While the poems wander in their p-o-v and thematic directions, the play places Mary's story as I imagine it alongside a cab driver decades later, using music to mark the shifts in time and weaving their stories together, including one scene I really hope works that changes decades mid-scene.(also, the logistic of writing stage directions that convey that and don't confuse the reader, or worse, the live audience.
I also love that it is a little nugget in the lore, which already exists, and while sightings of Mary herself have apparently dwindled in the past 40 years, the legend still grows with the internet. Archer Avenue was one piece of the puzzle, this is perhaps another.
In many ways, this play feels like a triumph of that 12-year-old with her stacks of books and morbid imaginings...
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