Mist / Myth
Fascinated by Eve, they pursue her.
She laughs at their witlessness... and blindness.
Within reach of their clutches, she morphs into a tree—
Then throws mist into their eyes...
BELLEPHERON DRACO
In the midst of our Thanksgiving Dinner the bell rang. We froze. My younger brother got up. He had become the elected “welcome” official in these times, as he was a newly ordained Jesuit priest. No one would dare lay a finger on him. He came back to the dining room,
“It’s for you, a friend...
OUTTAKES FROM MYSTERIOUS PROJECT I AM WORKING ON
Outtakes from a mysterious project I am working on:
Questions For Maxwell’s Demon
Technology as human prosthesis is clunky and inelegant. Ideally technology is a means of observing process, human function—to improve it. Technology is a kind of mirror, playback. So think of it this way: when a performer (for example and actor or dancer) responds to playback (as a form of critique), what results is an efficient...
THANK YOU MOTHERS, EVERYWHERE
Created for Mother’s Day: THANK YOU, MOTHERS. EVERYWHERE. from FEATUREZOO on Vimeo. A Mother’s Day missive from Featurezoo– http://featurezoo.net Music excerpted from “Golden Age” by Sonnymoon http://www.sonnymoonmusic.com/
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)
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.
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
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...
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?
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
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...