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Tag Archives: novel in progress
Melodrama
Let’s start with this photo, the comic melodrama in which you, perfectly staged, are wearing a blue pinafore dress, your dark hair gagged in pigtails, mouth heavily lipsticked, cheeks cherubically rouged, your eyes two flashing ovals of abyss-pooling licorice, sweat … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged incarnations, life and death, locomotive, love story, lyrics to go, melodrama, mourning, novel in progress, photo, Prose, silent film, story, tragedy, villain
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Recorded Live
In the cinema, hypnotized. I died a drugged and stupefied death again and again, crucified by the diminished returns of flickering images. I die, tranquilized, a sweetly solemn refugee from reality. This is the escapist way, its creed. Why pretend … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged between worlds, birthing process, Cinema, deathing process, dreams, imagination, novel in progress, recording, story, syndication, waiting, wordpray, words, writing life, wuz here
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In the Dark
If cinema is a tomb, then let us die watching. The angel over my shoulder is hunched, opaque, morphing. None of us ever leave behind the dark of the theater. We are here, always. Sanctuary, haven, enclave, respite, sitting tight … Continue reading
Gilead After Dark
Time dreamed, and I was there. The persistently nagging sense of simultaneously being there and not being there. A fusion and mediation of allegedly separate entities, such as timelines, distances (intimacy, you see, belong to the immeasurable). The mantling of … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged balm in gilead, children, echoes, excerpt, musing, myth, novel in progress, out of the dark, sketch, story, vision, voices, wonder
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Pandora
I won’t call this a book because no one reads books anymore, no one gives two shits and a dime about books. I’ll call this an exalted and long overdue mania, a catalytic inversion, a freebase purge. Whatever, whatever. Voyeurs … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged apocalyptic bop, black comedy, book, fiction, groove is in the heart, invention, musing, new mythology, not a book, novel in progress, novel inprogress, pandora, Poetry, Prose, solitude
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Music
We Are Ugly But We Have the Music. This is our title, our collective moniker, our flag. It is a torn and flagless flag, denominating no allegiances, no cultural attachments, no geo-political persuasions or fevered legionspeak. None of that. We … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged leonard cohen, music, novel in progress, Poetry, Prose, rising, sketch, underground
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Test Dummies
(Excerpt from Worlds Last Imagined, novel in progress). We saw them carrying life-sized dummies to the town square. It was eerie how each dummy so closely resembled the person who was carrying it. We watched as all the dummies were … Continue reading
Posted in Prose
Tagged between worlds, ceremony, dummies, novel, novel in progress, Prose, ritual, seeds, story
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Titanic
A voyage into the time-haunted unknown, a love story casting two alone as wreckmates aboard a sinking ship in a salacious sea of bop consciousness.
Posted in Audio, Poetry, Prose, Video
Tagged consciousness, love story, novel in progress, ocean, odyssey, Poetry, Prose, sea, vision quest, voyage
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Scenes from a Novel
Text puzzle pieces of a novel in progress, i.e., vagabond fragments seeking dissonant merger with harmonious whole.
Posted in Books, Poetry, Prose, Publications
Tagged fragments, novel in progress, pages, puzzle pieces, seventh novel, solidarity, words
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Bone Jig
My mother’s bones. My mother’s bones resounding in my ears piercing my eardrums. Death rattle of the dusty gourd. Of the earth’s grief calling to us to restore. Calling upon us to become wardens attendants to vibrations crossing passages. To … Continue reading
Posted in Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged bones, dance, dead can dance, excerpt, Maya Deren, mother, novel in progress, Prose, story, the dead, twilight, words
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