Tag Archives: Cinema

Breakfast with Kafka

I awoke to find I was Holly Golightly– Kafka’s dream, debugged.

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Reboot

Another Red Dawn or Day of the Living Dead? Shit, old scripts die hard.

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Shutter

Witness to a claim, Pandora’s box-cutting gaze– hope at the bottom.

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Serial Cinema

Between floating images, in the empty, elegant theater, he lingered in cinematic bardo, knowing that his next decision would initiate a a new narrative arc inspired by true events from a previous life.

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Kiss/Sing

It is the first and lasting kiss of breathless lovers archived in a recursive loop, the stripping of cinema to its barest flammable proof.

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Ceremony

The nibbling of the croissant, the bandolier of pearls, the dark sunglasses matching the dark elegant dress, the stylishly coiffed hair, all of it, agreed upon, in advance, the fragile means to meeting herself, serene, supple, undisturbed, in a window … Continue reading

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My Grandmother, My Chaplin

Excerpt from Raking the Dust, honoring the birthdays of my grandmother (April 15th) and Charlie Chaplin (April 16th). In times of hardship and heartache my grandmother would recite St. Teresa’s Prayer or sing Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile” in a warbly and … Continue reading

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Birth of a Nocturne

Completed draft of my new novel, Nocturne Variations.

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Film Treatment

God in the small details, the Devil in the abstract— in between, Us, the stuff stars are made from, on the cutting room floor.

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Cinema

When rooted squarely in the flickering center of your life as a mysterious cinematic expedition, duly resigned to the happy burning of chapters and missives, it is there and then that fascination, like a dimestore Virgil, takes curious hold, enacting … Continue reading

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