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LIFE: IT’S DOWNRIGHT DANGEROUS. . . (opens the original)
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— 1 .WHAT MAKES AN ARTWORK GREAT? —. . . when we were in Rio, Gaby & I went to see a play; her aunt lauded it so lavishly, insisted so vociferously we see it (even though she hadn’t seen it), that she bought us tickets and basically took us by the hand to the door of the Copacabana Palace Theater. The play was called The Son. Runtime: 65 minutes.“65 minutes!” I ejaculated gleefully, “I’ll literally watch somebody TAKE A SHIT on stage for 65 minutes!”<p style="text-align:
LUDDITE DREAMS (opens the original)
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— 1 .IS UR FUTURE IN DANGER? —. . . finally, sunshine broke in Copacabana; we were posted amidst winter’s fleshy abeyance, basking beamly, hoarding rays for autumnal daydreams, stateside. Gaby waved down a vendor to buy some fried beach-cheese. Suddenly, beachgoers shot up like dog-hackles. . .I should’ve told, sooner, how the sea was ROARING: waves unbraved by even the most derring-do mulekada; — but NOW: every man worth their heroic salt was DIVING-IN, lifeguards lead
HOW 2 TELL A STORY. . . (opens the original)
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— 1 .WHERE DOES A STORY COME FROM? —. . . memory: start simple; like the first poet who sang a song of one man’s wrath. . . I killed a mosquito. The only one I killed this week, — if my scratchwelt legs are any indication.And rainwater is not bite-salve, I learned; flipflopping squishily, daily, thru deluged Copacabana, — in what had become more puddle than sidewalk. . .He was on my bathroom ceiling. Gaby said
IS UR SOUL UR OWN? (opens the original)
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— 1 .HOW SHOULD U SPEND UR LIFE? —. . . at the stoplight by the statue of Princess Isabel in Copacabana, a firejuggler stepped out into the crosswalk, — profiting from the brumal rain’s brief lull, — with three torches: thick as eggplants & ON FIRE;with cambalhotic dexterity he whirled them around, fearlessly; breaking, sometimes, the continuous blazing jugglewheel in front of him to fling a torch up on his head, hold it there like Ronaldinho, flip it ba
HUMPTY’S HORSES (opens the original)
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— 1 .WHAT IS FICTION? —. . . this week, I began recording the audiobook for HUMPTY DUMPTY; strolling down from my shift at the gym to the FSG studio, mantrically masticating “mommy made me mash my M&Ms” to grease up my larynx for the six hour toil of learning to read my own book,“I have nothing to bequeath which will pay the expense of bequeathing, except the history of myself, which I could not die in
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