Monthly archive September, 2013
Rob Lightning (from echo::system*)

Rob Lightning (from echo::system*)

(utter silence amplifying the booming of my heart) terminal velocity is an almost meaningless idea
The Birthday Party (excerpt from Language of the Chaldeans)

The Birthday Party (excerpt from Language of the Chaldeans)

It is Margaret who answers the door. Her face falls immediately, I instantly recognize the extent of the sabotage— I am no longer fat—or chubby enough to enforce the hierarchy of the skinny.... But wait! All is not lost yet—I’m sure some alternative humiliation will be dispatched toute de suite to put me in...
Fox, Owl & Co.

Fox, Owl & Co.

Suspiciously he edges for the flask and sniffs it for truth— “You’re a wretched smartass, Parker. A smartass—“ “I’m not Parker.” “Then who in God’s Name?” “Your Personal Assistant—“ “Godsblood! —What’s you’re goddamn name?” The decision to proceed on a no-name basis is a flogged issue.
CELEBRITY TWINKLE SUIT

CELEBRITY TWINKLE SUIT

Obviously the battle lines had been pre-fabricated. Imagine Joan’s fury if she ever discovered she was dating Altman in her present incarnation (as me). As it turned out, it was a mistake: I had confused Robert Altman for Robert Aldrich. It didn’t matter: before long I was sans boyfriend: passed over for an existence that...
Company Girl

Company Girl

“It’s funny, you get to some floors and its just women—” “Only women?” “You know the kind leftover from the Eighties—” “I used to wonder what happened to all those coke-head powerbabes. Do they still wear shoulder pads?” “They wear all kinds of weird shit. The kinder gentler power suits y’know? Then on some floors,...
Language of the Chaldeans (Prologue)

Language of the Chaldeans (Prologue)

The memory itself taking on the strange contours of a dream— A bright shadowy November afternoon in Columbus Circle. Heading underground for the trains, I am arrested by the impulse to call—my mother? Out with the cell phone, click on address book, scan personal directory till the heading “Mom” creeps up… press “SEND”…
ARE YOU CURIOUS?

ARE YOU CURIOUS?

I It is a crowded room or a quiet one always dimly lit and preoccupied in its demeanor and the clientele arrived in a symphony of gestures precise, practiced and postured a language we all understand…. Are you Curious? About the man sitting at the bar? When you walked into the room you both glanced...
TYGER

TYGER

I. the perfume shop Before I discovered the little East Village Fragrance Shop, I had opted for the clean citrus-y notes of Dior’s Fahrenheit for Men. It suited me and few women wore it, at least none that I knew of. The store was owned by Lalita who was Thai —and kept the staff that...
LOVEMAD: GLITCH >>

LOVEMAD: GLITCH >>

credits: glitch>> (9:54) written & directed by onomé ekeh featuring: meredith perlman, tami dixon, okwui okpokwasili, christian rummel, simone white excerpts from: “primal image” by alan lamb ©2001 dorobo “humming chorus” from madam butterfly by giacomo puccini “un bel di vedremo” from madam butterfly by giacomo puccini “intimations on immortality” by william wordsworth
LOVEMAD: WEDDING NIGHT >>

LOVEMAD: WEDDING NIGHT >>

a wedding night that turns out to be a nuptial flight. the blushing bride is really a black widow… credits: weddingnight>> (8:21) written & directed by onomé ekeh featuring: mike allen, meredith perlman, dave simonds, okwui okpokwasili excerpts from: “primal image” by alan lamb ©2001 dorobo “you do something to me” by cole porter, performed...
LOVEMAD: LOVEMADFEVER>>

LOVEMAD: LOVEMADFEVER>>

Bad Reception: Two transmissions and the idea of interference. One transmission from a radio frequency, the other from beyond the grave. Each aggravating the other… The Zombie: The zombie is a fallen soul, love has destroyed him— a paralysis. He moves within the death still coldness of cemeteries. A sense of scratchy film sparkle is...