Apparently I can be fined up to a million dollars if I talk about the TV movie I’m doing. I can’t talk about the story, my character, the dialogue — anything, Continue reading West Virginia is for lovers (I think)
This was backstage at The Rep. We held for a few minutes, and I got antsy.
(This will only be funny to the men who have played “Thomas” in ‘Venus in Fur’ by David Ives. And maybe not even them.)
This is an improvisation. David Ives did not write this, nor should he be associated with this (unless he wants to be.)
by Galway Kinnell
I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on a hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone.
I am aware it is not good to Continue reading Kinnell’s Oatmeal
BY GALWAY KINNELL
In late winter
I sometimes glimpse bits of steam
coming up from
some fault in the old Continue reading Goodbye to Another Great
After midnight, Professor Quilty stumbled into his office and saw a note lying on the dark orange ottoman. He was on his way to the living room, finishing off an otherwise pathetic evening of missed chances and failed opportunities — grabbed the Continue reading Olfactory
Two ideas for plays. Next one tomorrow. (I use to be precious with that shit. Not even tell people what I’m working on for fear they’d Continue reading Jamais, Jamais…
I would love nothing more than to put a spell on you.
I would make you different:
You’d laugh more
There wouldn’t Continue reading Dardanella (I wish you were someone else)
Me: Jay, I want to thank you so much for coming to meet me.
JZ: No problem.
Me: I hope this doesn’t put you out of your comfort zone.
JZ: A Bakery?
Me: Do you go to a lot of bakeries.
Me: What do you normally eat Continue reading I interviewed Jay-Z!
Finishing my matinee I spoke to a friend — let’s call him “Trevor” — and Trevor recently visited a friend of his in another Continue reading Death, dying, the end, the light, and morbidity
Had a home in Sayville. Beautiful mahogany wood floors. LED display on my flat screen TV. I think I had everything I wanted in a home. Then there was scurrying. There was manic footprints on the floor, and no one knew where they were coming from. I made a dinner. Similar to Thanksgiving only it was me, my fiancee, and my son. My son Continue reading Rodent
Someone asked a question the other day that I think requires some further analysis. I’m paraphrasing, but it was in response to something my acting partner had said (in response to another question). She said Continue reading Talk Back