Wednesday, August 28, 2013

  


                         Good   Evening
                                  And    Welcome   To






C H I L L E R
 

                                                      T H E A T E R
 
 
 
                                    
                                            filled                              
                                      hate        eyes
                                             nail
                                      raked hand 
 
                                 "LET ME GO!"
                                                                                                   
                                                 "COME BACK!"           
 
                             
                                                          ceiling staring back at me
 
                                   shower
                                       shave
                                           piss
                                             dress
                                                stale donut
                                                           cigarette
 
                   1
          with the crowd
                        down out down north
                          cross platform east
                           up out in up out
                             in sit power on
                                data in reports out
                         
                          ?ANALYSIS?        
 
                 power off stand out
                   down west cross platform south
                      up out in up sit power on
 
         "What beautiful evening!  Go out and do something!"
           
Seinfeld Friends Fat Guy other Fat Guy friendly vampire friendly serial killer blood bone gore guts
                                                           any leads?
 
                   "CALLING THE COPS!"
 
                                                     "WAIT!"
                                      
                                               mystic blue light
                                       
                                             "GIVE ME THAT!!!" 
                                          
                             shower shave
                                 piss dress
                          stale donut cigarette                                           
 
                   down out
                     heat baked garbage bag walls dead animal smell
                       up in
                         power on
                           Nasdaq low Nisei high
                             analysis analysis analysis
                                         please                         
 
                        down west
                            cross platform south
                                     up in sit power on  
 
              "Sure was a scorcher today!  Go out and have a cold one on me!"
 
   Fat Guy black cop white cop woman cop vampire cop serial killer cop other vampire cop
 
                   "Wait!  I know you're real!  Wake up! Why can't I wake up!"
 
          Wasn't that fabulous ladies and gentlemen?  You know our next guest from
 
                           I mean, do these look fake to you?
 
                 up in power on
 
                       "Hey, ain't you ever going home tonight?"
                  "What?  I just got...."
 
                      "GO AWAY LEAVE ME ALONE!"
 
         ?  getting in late
                leaving early
                  haven't seen you since
                     good work yesterday
                       how's the new girlfriend       
                                ?        
 
                     Coming off her big hit
 
                           no no I was awake I was out I saw her
 
             Well, that's what closed sets are for Ray
 
                   down?in?up?out?
 
                        this heat's insane.  Let's take tomorrow off and hit the beach
                        absolutely.  You died your hair?
                        what are you talking about?
                         wasn't it...
 
                    Click
                                 
                                  got your picture fucker putting it online fucker in for it now fucker
 
                         "What?  I don't understand!  Wait!"
 
                      That's it for tonight folks.  Danno's on next so stay
 
                        "      
                                     THAT'S HIM   !
                         
                                                THAT'S
                                !                 HIM
 
                                                 THAT'S HIM !
                                                                               "

                       DIDN'T DO ANYTHING DIDN'T DO ANYTHING

                                          ceiling staring back at me
                                            doors clanging open
                                  chow time chow time chow time
                                   so how long you been in buddy

Thursday, August 22, 2013



                                  Technical problems solved, faculties restored,
                              we kno resume our irregular broadcasting schedule
                                         w
                                                        
                                                        Tonight 

                                                        Of
                                                  Bags
                                                      and
                                                        Bishops

                                                           part
                                                             3

                                                    Holy
                                                      S
                                                      h
                                                      i
                                                       t



"Park here"
"And do what?"
"Talk to 'im"
" 'bout what?"                                                                                                                                  

                                  "The friggin' weather! 
                                                            How the FUK should I know? 
                                                                        YOU'RE the guy
                                                                       YOU'RE supposed to know"
                                                       
                       
      "Know?
           Know what?
               I heist joints
                        Heist cars
                           Pawn off swag
                                          Collect
                                              Deliver
                                                  Whatever they say
                                                      Nothing in the thinking capacity
                                                                    So to speak"
                           "Christ Come on                                
                                      Open the fucking trunk
                                           Don't let him see you and freak
                                              Knowing how you're thinking only one way out for u"

                             "But it was an accident
                                    He knows that"

                       "Benjie's kid was an accident"
                          
                                                 "Shit"
                                          
                                               "Exactly
                                             Lemme talk
                                     Sees it's me maybe shuts his trap
                                                dunno nothing
                                         found him all he knows
                                                Kapishe?"
                                  
                                                     "Why he do that for you   ?
                                                          ?    Gotta thing for you"  ?            

                                           "Could say"
                                            
                                             "U  2  ever...???"
                                                                
                                             "nonever"

                                              "You sure?
                                                   'Cause Bosco said...."
                                        
                  "Who the hell cares what Bosco said who ya gonna believe me or Bosco?"

                                       "w
                                           e
                                             l
                                              l "

       "open the trunk and go around the corner and keep ya yap shut
                                                                                                    Let me
                                                                                                     deal"
                                           
                                              "What're ya gonna.....???"

                                                  "No
                                                         FREAKING
                                                                              IDEA
                                                                 DOTHEFUCKINGTRUNK"
                                                
                                                "Better if he's dead
                                                                   right?
                                                      If he ain't, if we don't
                                                  Deathbed accusamony
                                                               We're screwed"

                                                   "Testimony"
                                                   
                                                    "Whatever"

                                                    "Open the trunk"

                                                    "okayokay
                                                              Uhgk"

                                                      "Ya finished?"
                                                        
                                                       "Sorry
                                              "Never saw a dead guy"

                                                   "You're kidding."

                                                 "Like I said
                                                       all I do is..."

                                            "Never mind
                                                      Wipe your mouth
                                                    Won't be needing this."

                                              "What the fuck were you gonna do?"

                                                              "Slit his throat
                                                                     Whattaya think?
                                                                         Don't think it
                                                                            Unless you're gonna do it"

                                   "Don't think I could"

                                                    "Me neither
                                                            Not with this anyway
                                                                    Fucking steak knife
                                                                                     Need a fucking
                                                                                             Cleaver"

                                                    "You done it?"

                                           "Not on a person"

                                                               "On what?"

                                          "Whatever lying around dad's butcher shop going to the vitamin place"

                                                                         "Vitamin place?"

                                          "They'd pound the scraps into
                                                              this like gooey cement and
                                                                                bake it and make
                                                                                                vitamins"

                                             "You seen?"
                                                    
                                                     "Sure
                                                           Pa was friends with the owners"

                                                        "Take 'im there?"

                                                     "Nah
                                                            Feds shut it down
                                                                Some phony permit thing"

                                                  "Fucking
                                                    Feds
                                                           Now what"

                                                  "I'm thinking"

                                                           "He's starting to smell"

                                                                 "Think I don't know that?
                                                                       Car in your name?"

                                                                "No"

                                                               "Anyone you know?"

                                                                  "No"

                    
                                                              "So dump it
                                where they're dumping all that fill for the new expressway"

                                                        !!!!IT'S MY FUCKIN CAR!!!!

                                          "So get a new one with a friggin' heater that works"

                                                             "How do we get back?"

                                                                   "Good point"

                                                                      "Uhgck"

                                                                       "What"
                                                                   
                                                                     "Holy shit"

                                                                "Holy shit what"
                                                           
                                                                  "He ain't dead"

                                                                     "Holy shit"
                                                                        

                                                       
NEXT WEEK

           OF
   BAGS
      AND
   BISHOPS
        part
          4



                                            
                                         


                                                                     
 

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

   HERE'S THE NEW SLIDESHOW

                         SOME MORE LESSER KNOWN PARTS OF BROOKLYN


 

Sunday, August 18, 2013



AND   WELCOME   BACK 
 
2
 


C  H  I  L  L  E  R
 
 
T  H  E  A  T  E  R
 
 
 
 
wind chimes blowing
 
     the
    ones
 we bought
   together
     in
that strange little shop
      in
Chinatown
  years
  ago
   on
    a
snowy
sunday
morning
   on
the way
   to
breakfast
   after
      a
later than usual
  night out
     the
    one
   with
    the
old woman
black bunned hair
imitation crystal lozenge chain
      of
half-lens reading glasses
   looped
   around
    pale
  papery 
   neck
like long ago
sales ladies at Macey's 
      too
     busy
filling out lottery ticket slips to wait on us
      so
we put the money on the counter and left
   chimes
loudly
  i     g
     n     L                       g
                e       n         n
                      A    g   i
                     J        L 
                                                      
no bag                       
no receipt
feeling absurdly guilty
afraid somebody would think we were shoplifters and call the cops
 
They were supposed to bring luck
The noise
                clitter
                        clatter
                                  sing
                                        song
                                 of
                 exquisitely tapered
                         ghost nails 
                         strumming
                            pale
                       milk white
                       jade harps
                             of
                    C e l e s t i a l
                    contrivance
                           in
                     accordance
                         with
                        some
           universal harmonic tao
            increasingly annoying
                         knives
                                     scratching
                         scritch                 against
                                       bone
                                 tongueless
                              yowls leaching
                     from stitched together lips
 
More than once I wanted to rip them down
                 smash them to bits
                      hurl the bits
                           out
                           the
                        window
 
 Dusty now
       dust
everywhere
   c
     o
       b
      b
        i
          n     
        g
       in
    corners
      more
    shroud
      than
      web
      like
 
      That stupid plant
               you
            fussed
             over
              so
         dead now
              no
       coming back
             this
            time
 
    Witchy pendant still hanging on the wall
     souvenir of your        
                                 h
                               i
                             p
                           p
                            y
                                d
                               i
                             p
                            p
                              y
                                 commune days 
Sickeningly
  sweet
    smell of incense
     still
      sometimes lingers when air is
        still
 atmospheric pressure low
             humidity high
 
                          Floor gritty with salt
                   chalk marks vaguely visible
                        Sort of thing you'd do  
                  I didn't have much faith in it 
                                but figured
                               what the hell
             you were the one who believed in it 
                                       so
                                   maybe...
 
The Dylan song
we both put on
almost all our playlists
                      the one from before blood on the tracks
                                                      before blond on blond
                                                              jesus he was barely old enough to drink how did he do it
                        comes on again
            morphed through the decades
                       Transformer
                           like
                          from
                                  vinyl 
                                          to 8 track
                                             to cassette
                                                to ceeedeee
                                                   to digitalized etherealness. 
               One of the many things we had in common now just about the last
 
Head propped against ratty sofa arm
                  mirrors shrouded
         but I still don't look at them 
                 Plenty of booze
        but it doesn't help anymore
    Lights on lights off doesn't matter
    If they're on they somehow go off
                               POP
                     POP           POP
                                           i
                                           n
                                           g
                                             out          
                                                           
                                  too much of that weird energy
                                      suddenly in the room 
                       If they're off they somehow come on
                                                       ONE
                                                         2
                                                         3
                                                         4
                                                     at a time
                                                 room to room
                                                   wall to wall
                                                  table to table
                                                 bulbs broken
                                              plugs unplugged
                                               doesn't matter 
things around here have a way of not paying attention to that sort of  thing anymore
                                            
                                      And you never liked the dark