I was walking down Valencia Street in San Francisco one day when I ran into an acquaintance, who announced: “You know, we just put you in our play.” It was for an upcoming performance by San Francisco Poets Theater, a long-running collective known for writing and staging plays with a campy, slapdash joie de vivre. (…) No one thinks of translators as dramatic — except perhaps other translators — so I was surprised and a bit flattered that they added one for intrigue.