Author Archives: didofoot
Non mi piace getting the boot.
So The Lad sent me another one of my pieces–even from Munich he comes to my rescue. Thanks love. My biggest fear right now is that I might run into the Sicilian on campus somewhere and not have a biting remark ready to hand. If any of you have suggestions, I welcome them. See, I … Continue reading
I go out walkin’
I ate lunch in my favorite cafe in Berkeley today. My favorite used to be Nefeli of course, but the Sicilian got that in the divorce. He also got to keep the cat (which is fair as it nominally belonged to our roommate, even though it spent all its time with me), my comforter (which … Continue reading
I was a man but now I’m only a child…
Today I was all bones and little substance. I’ve given up eating meat, and apparently everything else as well. On the stereo the nice man says “If it takes a year to be anything more than a jellyfish, I will not tell you this.” I am not a jellyfish. I am an electric spinal cord … Continue reading
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I had a perfect day. Not that anything really happened–it was all crossword puzzles and presents and good food. Crossword puzzles are my new addiction. Did you know there’s an animal called a goa? I wish I’d heard from you but I understand why I didn’t. Don’t think this will stop me from giving you … Continue reading
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So I wrote a screenplay. It’s a very short, very bad screenplay, which involves no dialogue. But it’s about Gene, so I like it. Hi Gene, if you read this (if anyone reads this); probably you don’t. Nevertheless this website is now an ongoing letter to you. Any friends checking up on me, feel free … Continue reading
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“Well, what a vampire I am, what a vampire.” – Anais Nin –
Scene Two, I guess.
“I should be working.” She shifts, restless as sand in the cave of sheets. “You should,” he agrees. “So should I, for that matter. Poets and thieves and madmen and lovers; all commonly believed nocturnal. That’s us.” “Write a poem, then.” “Ah, it’s not so easy. Steal me something, why don’t you.” Her eyebrows contract, … Continue reading
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“Writers never look right. They violate the compact between themselves and the readers just by having faces.” –Adair Lara–
Be fabulous.
One definition of happiness is, “Somebody to love, something to do, and something to look forward to.” –Adair Lara– “And I do a work out that I dislike, everyday, so I can continue nibbling, and I nibble because like an after dinner martini, it takes the edge off. And how would I be onstage if … Continue reading
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