When a bird poops on you it’s good luck. When a person shits on you, it’s a chance to prove you’re stronger.
—By Me, Miss Anne Katherine Lesser
Sorry I haven’t posted in so long. I have been very ill the past few weeks.
Today, in less than 2 hours, I am having my thesis play, The Price of Milk, critiqued by three very talented writers: Lonnie Carter (The Romance of Magno Rubio), Len Jenkin (Dark Ride), and Cheri Magid (Manna).
Here is an excerpt from it:
Ernest in the Deep Pit
Ernest lays on his hotel room bed, the glow of a TV. The sounds of Buffy in the background.
He leans over and vomits into a trash bin next to him.
Ernest holds his stomach.
I am very sick. And one could blame it on the alcohol. But I know myself, and I know myself to be a man who can hold is liquor. When in college I could drink rum, gin, vodka, whiskey, anything to excess without the slightest effect…Oh god whiskey.
When was the last time I even smelt vomit…
He smells the vomit and spits up a little.
When she got sick. It all started when she got sick…. When she got sick I got sick…
He lies back in the bed shivering.
He struggles to stand, go to the bathroom and start running water.
He wets a towel and places it on his head.
He coughs then vomits in the toilet.
There is a deep pit and I am inside it.
He vomits again.
I mean there is a deep pit inside my stomach. That’s what I meant.
He wobbles over to the bed, and knocks the waste bin with his foot.
He scrambles to lift it up before the vomit spills.
He gets a little on his hand, he wipes it on his shirt.
Lies back, and sighs. Wet cloth on head.
I have spent a love…I mean a life…I have spent a life thinking that evil was a thing on the television, what if evil’s a sickness. It creeps into each part of your life until nothing seems right. Until the normal seems not, and monsters look like sheep…or cows.
He almost vomits again but stops. He reaches for the remote and turns off the TV. He rolls over and closes his eyes.
The word content feels like vomit in my mouth.
There is a reading of my play tomorrow.
It’s called The Price of Milk
And it’s about a guy who goes crazy over the rising price of milk.
It’s a dark comedy.
Friday April 22nd 6pm-8pm
721 Broadway (Tisch School of the Arts), New York, NY
7th Floor Room 759
BE THERE OR BE RECTANGULAR!
|My friend Jakub Johanek who lives in Prague and is a DJ for Radio Wave and is in the band 100Degrees was messaging me today asking me where I was living and this is the conversation that occurred.|
|Jakub:||golden town of hipsters|
|ME:||I live on the top of that golden tower of hipsters in Williamsburg Brooklyn|
|JAKUB:||sounds like some novel from mr. nobody :):)|
|ME:||or a play|
|JAKUB:||Any new photos?|
|ME:||Just photographed this doveman show that Glen Hansard and Nora Jones came in as special guests for...|
|JAKUB:||Glen is famous in NY or is some indie stuff....|
|ME:||Can I put this conversation on my blog?|
|JAKUB:||You mean like public boredom?|
|JAKUB:||Likein song from Glen NY Hansard|
|JAKUB:||Little Irish, Little Czech...|
|ME:||Markéta Irglová's Czech...|
Going to post some audio stuff tomorrow for now I have some favors to ask:
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