Monthly Archives: May 2007

mask

people watch others through little wedged instants that open between them in a crowded room the odds of seeing someone looking back at you are slim to none unless you stare even when there is no curious flare of eyes … Continue reading

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finding a voice

It’s like pencil drawing: as long as you think you know what you are drawing it’s too easy, derivative, uninspired. If that happens and you don’t want to know, use your wrong hand your foot spit. Now, the writer has … Continue reading

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shift

Shelley Berman did not want his plane to land an hour early against the side of a mountain. (audience giggles here) I remember the sense of escape like a near miss when he delivered that line. The holiday trip interrupted … Continue reading

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