Hard Wired for Narrative (name of doc)
Friday night, May 2, 2014, 11:30pm
Writing:
FIRST MEETING OF BUNI:
Emmett begins to wander the forest of Central Park in the dark.
He had thought he had known it inside and out; all its paths had been familiar to him his whole life. But somehow he only noticed NOW that he had always been led, had always followed someone else who knew the way.
He had fallen asleep in the late afternoon, and his sense of direction was lost with the sun.
Streetlights lit up some areas of the paths, but not where he was. He could make out some light just above the trees, maybe a streetlight, maybe a moon, He was scared, and focused on the sound of his shoes on pavement, aware of the change to dull thuds when he wandered onto a dirt path.
Finally, he heard more noises, saw more lights, and wandered out into a real street. There were no cars, which was not unusual in the middle of the night, but he did not think it was the middle of the night.
He wandered, trying to figure out the time, trying to figure out how to figure out the time. He had no watch, and there was nobody around to help him figure out the time. He kept walking on the sidewalk opposite to the park. Not wanting to get too far away from his known territory, afraid to wander too far into the city with none of his wits about him. It was foggy and he didn’t recognize the neighborhood at all.
On the next corner was a deli. Or a bodega. Or a newsstand. It was a store with lights on, anyway. He figured it was the best place to locate a human. He was pretty sure it was closer (or beyond) the middle of the night and lights seemed welcoming to him.
Or at least provided a hint, pointing him to someone who might know what time it was.
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iphone
April 30th, 5;17pm
Buni
She was some flavor of something
He was various flavors of European
Just enough thrown in to make him pass for Indian or PR or
It was a clever enough thing to say, and he got to use his new favorite eloquent phrase, but he wanted to be friends with her.
Which meant he'd have to work on getting a new favorite phrase, maybe a new one every week!
If they were going to be friends & he was gonna keep impressing her, he'd have to work harder.
This only felt like an achievement on his part, I'd she was going to make him more interesting, them it wasn't manipulation
Especially if it was just him doing the manipulation on himself
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May 1, 11:56pm
After JALC Gala
Em
Buni/amber
Arrogant cousin?
Lance/gardener
Columbus wearing a garland of flowers!!!
Cent park
GWB
Columbus Circle
Grand Central
My mind fills in the spaces in between sounds
Subway clicking
Bad apartment alley
Clicking
Sounds like a tennis game
Fire Alarm battery Shrieks in hallway
Does he live in a bad apartment
Or an art studio
Or does he go from one to Ye other?
It was only when he was falling that he decided he should have never stepped off the bridge
Umbrella canopy!!
He had spent the greater part of the sunset, just pacing back & forth on the bridge.
And not looking down.
Entitled shoppers in
Starbucks
While foods
Amber & Schsllers
Humanity one at a time
Vs anyone with a mean voice
I am the one who bestowsgum on the lost, normal objects transform into
Magic!!!
Buni & Ynfer the bridge
Don't give up
City lights like ginger sle
Graphic novel
Toss food
Hate Schaller weber
Flat plate
Round as bowl salad
Defying physics
Organic waste/compost idea
To save food from Starbucks and
Gala dinners
Gardening
Large plate small food
Gobo shaking
Someone on catwalk
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May 1, 4:40AM
During morning commute to Starbucks
Dark people with light eyes
Pigeons trapped in the subway
Did they take the elevator?
Desperate to stay together
Like with like
The man speaking a Spanish he doesn't understand
"La pierna"
Probably injured
The homeless hump snores
And wakes himself up
Funny for the first time
Giant upside down roach in the Lark Theater company
Fancy places have them too
Me and my mosquito
I believe there is
"Dignity in all work"
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Ap 30, 5:17pm, Wed
My Brain is Hard Wired for Narrative
Dream during Jalc
Mandela Jazz
Playing inside a pail for the sea
Found a large white dog
Large for a Matchbox car
And found a little boy to be out hero
Put him on the inside edge of the pail
He didn't think that was bad.
Surrounded him with a crowd of other toys
Elephants on keychains, smaller than he was
He didn't think that was bad at all.
In fact, he thought it was quite good!
He created a little world for the boy and the elephants and the giant white dog
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Ap 26 9;59pm
Allen Room at Linc Center
At least they dance
Working the Allen Room at Jazz at Lincoln Center
We're being upstaged by MYC
And the sunset
And the rainbow!!
Late april
1 drummer
One percussion
3 backup singers
1 upright bass
1 electric
1 guitar
1 sax
Lynda Carter
Even the ushers were dancing
The last 2 songs the audience got up
No longer was it his history
Or listening to the sound of her voice
It was connection!!
With plenty of money
He took a drink of water
While he was supposed to be singing
And then, when everyone got the joke
She took a drink of water
Who was doing the old man voice??
The way the subways blue sparks
Light up the steel building skeleton
Just after 125th street on the 1
When it goes above ground
And she remembers Fairway
And the tall blonde beautiful man
And the 20 foot tall bike
Under the hundred year old silver arches
That frame the Westside Highway
And the Hudson
Glaubierne
And his smile
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When Ballet Resembles Ohio
Ap 24, 10:57pm
Subway from Dance Theater Harlem
And Michael Finestein!!
The sound of air, carpenters working, sounds tossed away,
Moments pass without notice, the sawed off bit falls to the floor. The very air is sawdust.
The echo of not even the walls listening.
And then the spell.
Everything reverberates
Like it would in church
If you dropped the cslice
Bernsteins Mass
"It is blood. His blood"
The sound of sound.
The lights, burnished
Over dramatized
Yellows or blues
(And all I see coming home
Are the steel arches
And I remember Fairway)
Electronic sound,
Reminding us of the 80's
Lyons scar from the mugging
Back when Soho then
Was WaHi now.
Was Brooklyn now.
Was my every new cheap neighborhood
Now.
Metal clattering.
The very sound of sound.
Treasuring it
Burnishing it
Polishing it
Making it into a pearl.
Crafting like an oyster
Or polishing a stone
By keeping it I your mouth
While you are a soldier
In Vietnam
Carrying all these things with you
Until they become
Glorified versions of themselves
And you
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Pennies from heaven
Just when I think my luck runs out
I see another one
Shining up at me
Smiling
A wink
Like the gracefulness of pigeons
When they think nobody is looking
The holy dust that has coated the city since 9/11
Our office ancestors are always all around us
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