I am in the beginning process of writing a screeplay. Yay! Fun! A movie! Woo. That’s what you think. Yeah, I love to write. I love to tell stories. Yet, this beginning process is equivalent to getting wisdom teeth pulled without the help of anesthesia. It freaking sucks.
I am writing a modern day star-crossed lovers type story. I hope I can write it to be wickedly funny and understanding. I want everyone to fall in love with falling in love. I want my audience to sit in their seat and force themselves to hold back the tears that are inevitably going to fall from their eyelashes.
I have about 27 variations to the title. My favorite one is something like “Under the Blood Moon”
With that idea, I have been researching past literary moments of when story-tellers have used the moon. What seemed cliche’ instantly became a perfect fit to my story — Mr. William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”.
I came across Act 2, Scene 2 in Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”. Just to review, this is the scene when Romeo is a horny mo-fo at the bottom of Juliet’s balcony. All he want’s to do is suck her face and get it on. I mean, I can’t blame him. I am sure she was a total babe. The next best idea is to climb the house to get to her, expose himself to the pesky Capulet’s and then get a brutal ass-whoppin. But I guess you gotta take a chance to see the girl that lights your torch.
At the beginning of the Act, Romeo is speaking to himself and he say’s:
“But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
A rise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.”
Okay, it is pretty apparent that my boy, Romeo, think’s that the moon is a total piece of shit. Most of Shakespeare’s Act’s happened in the day time so he had to use vivid description for how his character’s felt. Romeo wants the moon to get the hell outt’a here so he can see his beloved woman with the help of the sun. I find that highly ironic in my story.
Then Juliet arrives on her balcony, and they jump back and forth, in sexy Shakespearian lingo, which everyone finds difficult and silly in the 21st century.
Juliet asks Romeo how much he loves her and she gets a response like this:
“Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-”
Juliet rudely interrupts Romeo with her beautiful reasoning:
“O swear not by the moon, th’inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circl’d orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”
I know that you are thinking… “Dahfuq, are they saying?” Well no need to ask, because I am about to tell yuhhhh!
First, Romeo swears on the moon, that he loves her. He professes to the moon, as his witness, that he loves his dear Juliet. He swore to the moon because the moon is the only light and truth that he can see. He obviously, is going to swear to the moon, which is the only visibility and his lady wants an answer now.
Go ahead and picture a dog. A cute active, smiling dog. Okay, now picture that face of a dog and you hold up a tennis ball. The dog goes from “happy-faced” into a complete tunnel-vision of a trance. He close’s his mouth, widen’s his eyes and raise’s his ears. He run’s as you throw the ball across the field, catches the ball and come’s back to your feet. The dog want’s the ball not because it is a ball. He want’s the ball because he want’s to play with you! Romeo is the dog, all he can see is the ball, which in this sense is the moon. He can only profess his love to the moon because he wants to “play” with Juliet.
As Juliet is listening to his swearing to the moon, she pull’s her strength to interrupt him and basically say’s, “Ah, hell nah son. You can do better than that.” She demand’s more than this tunnel-vision, hyperactive response of chasing the ball to be the answer. She want’s him to challenge her and to not be chased by the easiest way to profess love.
Why? Juliet knows that the moon is constantly changing. The moon, swimming in space, change’s her shape and size based on our perception. The moon that Juliet and Romeo can see on this night only happen’s once a month. She change’s as every day passes. Juliet want’s Romeo to love her on a soul based and concrete core, opposed to something that will change’s or occur on the occasion.
I guess new love can make us feel unstoppable. We feel like we can devlope wings, take our love and “swear” to the moon. We can sit and feel enchanted by this amazing power. We tend to get impacient and lead our words and desires to convenience. The moon was convenient for Romeo so he relied on it as the answer. Juliet forced for a deeper answer. She tells him to not swear:
“Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight:
It is too rash, to unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lighting, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s rippening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, a good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!”
She desires that his love for her can dive deeply into Romeo’s soul. She wants him to swear not on his understanding, (the ball and the moon) but on his every ounce of existence. She want’s him to love her like he has never loved or understood before meeting her.
I just needed to disect that scene to better understand how I want to use the moon in my story.
I want my audience to fall in love with my main characters, including the moon. I want them to fall in love with the people, the moon, the beauty and all of the change in my story.
Romeo chased the ball, like a friendly dog, brought it to his lover’s feet and begged for something more. Juliet doesn’t want just a chase, she want’s clarity in his concrete love. What they both don’t know is how beautiful the moon can steal our eye’s in the night. The moon is a record of time. Time seems to break us of opportunities. It also separates our ability to see the absolute brightness of stars because it lights up the sky. The lovers were impatient and made decisions without the moon to help. Sure the moon changes on every eve, but she is consistent in change. She never leaves us and she is always here for a one-way conversation.
The moon is beautiful. I search for and spend time talking to the moon.
She sit’s in the black sky, completely different from the last night that I saw her. I am accepting of her instead of being disappointed with the change. I accept her for her shape and value of tonight.
I value her change because like the moon, I change every day as I swim in the darkness and the light. I hope that I am loved like how I love the moon– in her rarity and change, from day to day and night to night.