My Screenplay

Saw Ghandi hanging out at Denny’s
Asked if I know Antonio Gaudi.
Dave, the manager, eyes darting arrows of service,
Warmed us up with hot dark coffee.
A hundred million kindnesses later,
Eternally seeking opportunities of love,
A young man, early twenties, quietly left.
Can’t breathe, he said, without a smoke
(Muted trumpet solo)
Life comes with the territory
Inexorably.

 

Here’s the deal:

I did make some movies and I did want to make a feature film. I was really interested in the magical technology of motion pictures. I loved the way the camera interpreted things by eliminating from within the frame of the image and in motion and in sequencing, revealing meta ideas. I felt I knew what I was doing about anything except what I was doing in the moment. It felt this way to paint, make music, write.

I learned to be invisible in school. Imagine a small Jewish child in an elementary school for children of conservative Christian parents, in classes led by teachers whose savior my ancestors crucified. (Is it PC to capitalize, Nazi?)  An unintended consequence of hiding out was that it masked and fortified immensity an artist’s ego. I’m now a phenomenon; freak of nature, for-mí-da-blé. In some ways.

Pages from the screenplay:

10 A Man and a Woman and a Man and a Woman and a Man and.. (dragged)

11 A Man and a Woman and a Man and a Woman and a Man and.. (dragged) 1

12 A Man and a Woman and a Man and a Woman and a Man and.. (dragged) 2

Jesus In Therapy

JesusJesus went to his weekly session with Mel, a  therapist from New York that he’s been seeing about his difficulty with intimacy.

“When Mom told me about the virgin birth, I couldn’t grasp it. In the first place, the relationship of genitals to reproduction wasn’t clear to me at all. I was twelve years old and I woke up with a hard-on and didn’t know what to make of it. She gave me the low down on sexual reproduction and, when she came to the part about, “that’s how you were born”, she said, “however, in your case,” etc.

I questioned her about this virgin birth idea. She then told me that it isn’t authentically true for her to say virgin, since, although the masculine part was provided by the holy spirit, however, it was embodied, a kind of coitus took place, whether or not a hymen was broken in the process.

She didn’t go any further with this conversation. My father, Joseph, was embarrassed, when I brought it up. It may have been then that I decided it was my fault that my real father, the holy spirit, wasn’t showing up in my life, because something was wrong with me; that I’m not worthy of his love, that I’m not enough just as I am and it was this decision that compelled me to prove myself worthy of his love and guided my every step, literally led me to the cross.