Said it best when he laid out on a persian rug in a small town in Mebrich, Germany and said
“To dwell is to garden.”
He was talking to Continue reading Heidegger
Tag Archives: writing
WOR
I am going to row at Crossfit today.
I plan on rowing myself away from the pain in my leg and
The ugly growth that’s appearing on my lower chin.
It might be a pimple.
It might be a boil.
It might be SARS,
Cholera,
Whatever Continue reading WOR
The alarm
The alarm clock rings; it’s four in the morning.
Out of the bed and out the door.
In the car when it starts
I hear a man talk Continue reading The alarm
Back to the top: Or, You’re a car accident
This will probably be the last letter you get from me.
I know that makes you happy,
Raising your eyebrows right now;
Upping your eyebrows as you
Skip over hard worked Continue reading Back to the top: Or, You’re a car accident
Is it cool to love your life?
I read my own writing and laugh.
(Pathetic.)
Sometimes I don’t understand it (syntax),
Sometimes I think it’s funny,
Sometimes I can’t believe Continue reading Is it cool to love your life?
I Interview my ex-girlfriend.
EX: I’m going to a meeting in five minutes.
ME: Okay.
EX: At that point — wherever you are in this mission of repentance—
ME: Right.
EX: Or, self-satisfying importance—
ME: I understand.
EX: I’m walking away.
ME: You—
EX: Mid — stupid-thought out of your mouth — I’m walking away.
ME: You Continue reading I Interview my ex-girlfriend.
I Interviewed David Mamet
DM: All right.
ME: Wow.
DM: Don’t.
ME: Very excited.
DM: I’m sure you are, but.
ME: But?
DM: Don’t make Continue reading I Interviewed David Mamet
Elation woke up still
We were so happy.
I was living on the floor above you.
I was asked to join The Woolly Mammoth (theatre company).
I was at some kind of hotel library (do those exist?)
I remember deciding to work Continue reading Elation woke up still
You Know What
You know what I remember?
The kitchen.
Small stove, loud fridge,
That dirty carpet underneath our feet.
How many peas, and pita chips fell Continue reading You Know What
Olfactory
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
Jamais, Jamais…
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…
