Now that you’ve seen the worst I can come up with in that last post, let’s see just how far I’ve come, shall we?
The following is a short story about love, life and other catastrophes. I am calling it TREMULOUS for the time being, until a better title presents itself. Maybe y’all can help me with the title if you have something better…
Anyhoo… Check it out, leave me some notes, help me make it better so that I can feed the Baby and put some new hotpants on the Wife…
Here’s a really bad example of a kid who knows nothing thinking he knows everything…
This is the first 5 or 6 pages of my first ‘novel’ which was tentatively titled Recollections of Huckleberrys Passed . It was the fictionalized memoir of my friends and I in our first years of University. It gets much much better as it goes along, but keep in mind, even this beginning was rewritten 10 or 15 times and hasn’t been touched in close to a decade.
I include it here for the sake of completism, and so you can all have a good laugh at my expense.
Be kind.
Continue reading Huckleberry! – An excerpt from my 1st ridiculous novel!
Here’s another “Short Story”, more of what I’d call a ‘Brautigan’, as it is in the short, poetic-speak style of Richard Brautigan’s short work. This is another one from back in the vaults, so cut me a little slack in the content department – though I will say it was written looong before PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN or the current Pirate Fad making the rounds.
Check it out.
Many years ago, whilst attempting to further my Post-Secondary Edumacation, I took an Ancient History class that dealt, in part with the Ancient (obviously) Greeks. During this course I was introduced to the idea of the Goat Singer or “tragos-oidos”, a term that would eventually become the English term “tragedy”.
The Goat-Singers were a wild rumpus party dance troupe during early Dionysian Bachannals. They would cavort and frolic to the rythms of the parade band while wearing Goat skins to represent Satyrs (Mythical Man/Goats who partied with Dionysus).
Eventually this became a little stale and an enterprising young Attican poet convinced the leader of the Goat Singers to perform a pre-written dialogue with the band leader, which he would do, gesticulating and hamming it up for the crowd. This was the birth of ‘acting’.
As we all know, the Greeks developed a great love for the theatrical arts that they had developed, and “tragos-oidos” became the term used for the serious (tragic) actors that would stand naked in the Palladium baring their souls for the gathered masses, reciting epic poetry and enacting tales of Gods and Men.
This inspired me to write the following poem, The Goat Singers Retreat, which has become not only one of my favorite poems, but one that I would consider a ‘signature’ work. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
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