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Hey, what's happenin', what's happenin'? [chuckling] We'll just start from the top.
Well, I guess I started stealing when I was eight. Stealing bread for my baby sister and brother. And other times you walk into the supermarket and just eat the food right out of the aisles, and not even pay. We'd walk right outside, you know? Now when you think about Latin writers, you probably think about Senior M?rquez, Neruda, Cortazar - the magic realism. Not here, not this. There are no floating butterflys around my head when I walk down Avenue B., you know. [looking into the camera] This is street reality. This is where we shout it out. Shout it out. [winks]
In 1974, a Puerto Rican ex-con named Miguel Pinero took the city of New York by storm with a controversial play about life in prison. Short Eyes won the Obie and New York Drama Critics Award and later became a movie.
Pinero was one of the founders of the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. Over the years he went on to write poetry and more plays, wrote for and acted in movies and television. Kojak, Fort Apache - The Bronx, Baretta, Miami Vice, and more...
Hey mira, brother man, you wanna buy a brand new TV? I just liberated it... $35. I got medical bills, I gotta buy a new liver.
Tutu, you wanna buy a TV? It's brand new.
Esta loco? Shit, that thing has a broken antenna.
Ah, nah, look dude, it's not broken, it's just a short one. So it don't get in the way and shit like that. You dig?
We need one for the bathroom, any way...
Hey man, that's cool. That way you don't miss out on the soap opera when you're takin' a shit and stuff.
That's funny man, why don't you take that fool f***in' language somewhere else!
Yeah, like be cool, motherf***er.
Our playwright tonight belongs to a tradition - a tradition of artists whose devious and renegade lives paradoxically result in the most painstaking devotion to the truth, and to the rigor and their craft.
If the life of our author seems elusive and troubling, one can only applaud what is so candidly engaged here by his art. Where nothing is stolen or borrowed, and a great deal is revealed.
Well, I never wanted to be anybody. But I guy once said to me, "you can write, and writing will get you out of jail." And it did and it didn't, 'cause I had to keep doing bad to keep the writing good, 'cause I sell trouble. I'd go down, bring up a sponge, another fish, another pearl maybe. But after you make that dive one too many times, your ears get shot, your eyes go blurry, and one day you finally come to the surface and you say, "You know what? I like it better down there."
Every player is a poet, an actor, a statesman, a priest. But most of all, he's a player. You go out there on the street and you meet a world of suckers, the world of greed and whatever other names have been defined for those that seek some thing outside the acceptance of their society. And you stand with your balls exposed in the jungle of fear and you battle. And you fight the hardest fight of your life each day out there in those streets that demand blood to nurse its own energies. Today and all the todays of tomorrow are left inside your soul. You know? And when it's over, when the streets are soaking up in the blood, you smile and you know that you've just won another day with yourself. You know?
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