We live in an age of forgetting.
fantasy
Pinocchio, The Day After
Jan 22nd
Characters
PINOCCHIO
GEPPETTO
Geppetto is sitting at his work bench. Pinocchio enters.
GEPPETTO: “Pinocchio, sit down. I want-a to talk to you about your first day.”
PINOCCHIO: “Okay, Geppetto.”
GEPPETTO: “So you come to life, and I am so happy. I finally have-a boy. He talking to a cricket, but that OK. So I send you to school. But on the way, you play hooky.”
PINOCCHIO: “I’m sorry, Geppetto. I wanted to be in the puppet show so bad.”
GEPPETTO: “And how’s that pay? How’s being in a puppet show pay?
PINOCCHIO: “Well, it didn’t pay anything, but-”
GEPPETTO: “That’s a right. Nothin’. Maybe you would have learned that in math class, huh? You stay in school tomorrow.”
PINOCCHIO: “Okay.”
GEPPETTO: “Then on the way home, you meet some strange boys. They say, “You-a want to go to Pleasure Island?” And you say, “Yes.”
PINOCCHIO: “It sounded fun.”
GEPPETTO: “Pinocchio, you a gay?”
PINOCCHIO: “What’s gay?”
GEPPETTO: “No matter. Look, if you-a gay, that’s fine. But if you-a not gay, you no go to Pleasure Island again, okay?”
PINOCCHIO: “Okay.”
GEPPETTO: “I was worried. I didn’t know where you were. So I go off to look for you…and get swallowed by a giant whale. Called Monstro. You know how big of a whale you have ta be to get your own name? It was a huge. There was furniture in there. We almost died.”
PINOCCHIO: “Geppetto, I’m sorry. I’ll be good tomorrow. I’m…I’m a bad whittled boy.”
GEPPETTO: (beat) Pinocchio, that-a pun was horrible. But I love you. Come here.”
Pinocchio and Geppetto hug.
Harry Potter, The Musical
Jun 24th
I’ve only seen the first two parts, but it’s very entertaining so far.
Holy Sxhit
Feb 12th
My keyboard is working again. This is very cool. I was leafing through the Best Buy ad to see if they had a sale on keyboards. I feel like Sam in LotR after Shelob poisoned Frodo and he left the comatose Frodo for dead. How could I think my keyboard could actually die? What a foolish thought. My keyboard, the voice of the hands, is like a grizzled soldier, its keys encrusted with the gunk from a 1000 papers. I love you keyboard! Not enough to clean you, but, like the raven, I will bang the enter key nevermore.
Fairy Tales
Jan 28th
In earlier centuries, one of the roles of children stories was to warn kids of child predators (Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel and Gretel…) After I wrote Spider Songs (previous post), I felt like it was echoing a poem I read before, so I searched the web (Ha!).
Remember “The Spider and the Fly“? I think that’s the poem that was influencing me. I completely missed the child predator subtext in it when I was a kid. It’s a real treat to reread a childhood tale and realize it’s more rich than when you first read it.
It’s snowing! We’re all going to die!
Jan 17th
I live by D.C. We don’t get much snow out here.
A dusting is the Mother of All Blizzards, an inch an avalanche, and six inches is the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse on a tag team rampage of terror with the Nine Ringwraiths, an army of 13 riding swords raised, leaving a trail of milk cartons and loaves of bread tossed in the air by last-minute shoppers, shriveling toilet paper with their mist, and keeping their eyes open for the prize: a child stranded at a bus stop by his clueless parents.
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