“Do not be too moral. You may cheat yourself out of much life. Aim above morality. Be not simply good; be good for something.” –Thoreau

30 July 2009

More episode three.

                
NYAH
(pause)
They don’t want you to tell me the truth.

ICHTACA OLIN
No.

NYAH
What was it… mind control? Some kind of drug?

ICHTACA OLIN
If I were to tell you, you would not remember.

NYAH
Why not?

ICHTACA OLIN
I would be forced to make you forget.

Nyah stares at him.

NYAH
You can do that?

ICHTACA OLIN
We all have gifts, Nyah. Even Regulars like yourself are gifted in some way.

NYAH
I don’t think there’s a lot in common.

ICHTACA OLIN
Much more than you know.




26 July 2009

Revised.

STOPPAGE
(I think that means it’s over)

not even my dirt
lives here anymore.

it moved out in
puffs of smoke or
marshmallow powder,

have you noticed how
frail
dust tastes?

it slips down my throat

shivering like some
old things do when
it isn’t cold

and I think
even memory
of me must be
dirty.

and you’ve beaten it out-
my dust-

which seems
merciless
to me

and if I drag my finger on
any surface it just
stays

clean.





24 July 2009

Episode three.

INT. JOE’S APARTMENT – DAY

Joe is sitting at his desk, working industriously on a computer motherboard. He uses a host of specific tools and he works with extreme care.

In the background, we see Charlie sitting in a chair and watching him. She is bored. She is eating potato chips very loudly. She rattles the bag.

JOE
I know you’re there. You do not need to keep reminding me.

CHARLIE
What exactly are you doing?

JOE
Repairing my video card. These new models are very delicate.

CHARLIE
Oh my lord, you are like sleepin’ pills lately.

JOE
Your bad mood is hardly my fault.

CHARLIE
You see anybody else here actin’ all tedious?

JOE
Go away, Charlie.

CHARLIE
That ain’t friendly, you know—

JOE
Go away, Charlie.

CHARLIE
(pause)
I’m gonna go for a walk.

JOE
Good idea.



20 July 2009

Cinquain.

i heard it on the news






it
s true:




some animals
eat their young.



              we dont



                        we
leave them in trash bins.







                                  arent we ed
                                   ible?

18 July 2009

Something new.

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I
AM GOING BUT

long taut line becomes
a highway
tar plus
gravel
i force my ear
to filthy
ground rumbles like
avalanches topple inside
overcome
with their own
glorious
breath


17 July 2009

Still episode two.

Charlie is pacing her living room. Joe and Nyah sit in the armchairs while Kate stands against a far wall.

CHARLIE
Tell me again why you been talkin’ to that lot
lizard? ‘Cause that bit a logic do continue to escape me.

KATE
She was telling me the truth! All the stuff you wouldn’t say, wouldn’t explain, and I need to      know! Joe!

Joe won’t meet her eyes.

KATE
Joe, don’t I need to know about myself? I have to be informed. I have a right to—
 
JOE
Information like this is something you’re meant to earn. You earn the right to knowledge through hard-work, honesty, integrity…

CHARLIE
And not by being a little shit!


15 July 2009

Episode two.

Her cell phone rings. She opens her eyes.

She reaches for the phone. The caller ID reads “PRIVATE”.

CHARLIE
Yeah?

JOE (V.O)
Identify.

CHARLIE
Christ, Joe, ain’t I supposed to ask you that when you’re callin’ me on private lines?

Joe’s voice is ragged.

JOE (V.O.)
I— I need to know it’s you.

CHARLIE
Barron, Charlie. I eat crackers with peanut butter and hot sauce. My mama calls me “Kitty” but if you do I’ll gut you.

JOE (V.O)
Charlie…

Through the phone line we can hear a woman wailing.

CHARLIE
Oh shit, Joey, why didn’t you start with that?


11 July 2009

Style experiment.

An open letter to a non-responsive God
In the style of John Milton.

My Body, broken china doll, is cold
And every breath of wind through brittle Bones
Blows hard and fast, seeking those warmer homes
Dissolving from my Blood as I grow old.
A sense of shattered breath barely controlled
Which every Atom lodged in Flesh disowns
By heaving Breast which thought cannot atone
And logic could not bear, and yet condoled.
If air shall break apart this living Sheath
Which some high God created to be low
And I have been a long-forgotten child
Left too long in a world that lies beneath,
I will not my wounded Nature than bestow.
No, I will be a Spirit, running wild.



10 July 2009

More poetry.

BACKTRACK


grammar school mispronunciations
anchored in side
ways glances
that never came
over for dinner despite
asking if milk is
leche’s brand
name brand shoes two weeks
too old for inevitable inversions of
god and dog that
barks and barks and won’t come 
in spanish everything seems more clear
cut out at age seven
and never put back again





02 July 2009

Un cinquain.

what they don't tell you about this place






       god knows

i ate myself







to death.






         the toilet ate
me too







       i fed him sandwiches








                 and teeth.


Jumping off.


People who know me know that I love famous words from other folk. I often use those words as a jumping off point for my writing. A quotation from Beyond Good and Evil by Friedrich Nietzsche (1886) was the starting place for "Shiver." It has informed all of my work on the show so far. I thought you might like to see it:


"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you."