"A companion to owls"
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jack_babalon"BREAKS UP MOSCA, BACK TO WORK!"
Goya, Francisco
El sueno de la razon produce monstruos
The sleep of reason produces monsters
1797-98
"I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls" Job 30:29
"Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the dragons, and mourning as the owls." Michah 1:8
Five point five hour writting-thon last night at the Scholars Cavern of Books. Rolled up our sleeves. Gritted our teeth. Fired up the keyboard: Fight scenes! Sight gags! Magick! Exorocisms! Egyptian Gods! Body painted dancing girls with bubble helmets & ray-guns!...
... Chain smoking! Jack Drinking! Line Pitching! Room Pacing! Fact Checking! Arguements! False flashes of inspiration! Sudden insights!...
... Four hours sleep! Dreamt of my old private school, Windmill Montessori in Brooklyn. The playground there used to have this huge slide in the shape of a rocket ship. All the boys in the class used to tear out of the room at break and try to be first to reach the rocket and ride down her slide victoriously! We used to commandeer it and make it a space ship or missile launch site for whatever game me and the other kids were into at the time. One day it was the Millennium Falcon, the next it was a fortress and the day after that it was a submarine. I guess my dream was really just an old memory, nocturnal nostalgia. I was out in the sun, racing past the monkey bars & across the tarmac towards the rocket ship. A narrow blue painted cage with a red tipped nozzle. The sun was bright in my eyes. I was excited!
... Alarm Clock! Dehydrated! Soaking my face in cold water! MARTA Crawl- one train just misses the next! Clock in! Log on! Check my messages! Sip my coffee!....
...Rocket thoughts counting down to blast off... baggy eyed visions of restless characters... revisions... additions...snippets of dialouge that come to me prepackaged in their own unique voices... bottled still born ideas floating in jars like pickled genii's... 'three wishes for a rub o'master but choose your wishes wisely'...
rocket thoughts on the launch pad of my skull... T-Minus Five... Four...three....
Goya, Francisco
El sueno de la razon produce monstruos
The sleep of reason produces monsters
1797-98
"I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls" Job 30:29
"Therefore I will wail and howl, I will go stripped and naked: I will make a wailing like the dragons, and mourning as the owls." Michah 1:8
Five point five hour writting-thon last night at the Scholars Cavern of Books. Rolled up our sleeves. Gritted our teeth. Fired up the keyboard: Fight scenes! Sight gags! Magick! Exorocisms! Egyptian Gods! Body painted dancing girls with bubble helmets & ray-guns!...
... Chain smoking! Jack Drinking! Line Pitching! Room Pacing! Fact Checking! Arguements! False flashes of inspiration! Sudden insights!...
... Four hours sleep! Dreamt of my old private school, Windmill Montessori in Brooklyn. The playground there used to have this huge slide in the shape of a rocket ship. All the boys in the class used to tear out of the room at break and try to be first to reach the rocket and ride down her slide victoriously! We used to commandeer it and make it a space ship or missile launch site for whatever game me and the other kids were into at the time. One day it was the Millennium Falcon, the next it was a fortress and the day after that it was a submarine. I guess my dream was really just an old memory, nocturnal nostalgia. I was out in the sun, racing past the monkey bars & across the tarmac towards the rocket ship. A narrow blue painted cage with a red tipped nozzle. The sun was bright in my eyes. I was excited!
... Alarm Clock! Dehydrated! Soaking my face in cold water! MARTA Crawl- one train just misses the next! Clock in! Log on! Check my messages! Sip my coffee!....
...Rocket thoughts counting down to blast off... baggy eyed visions of restless characters... revisions... additions...snippets of dialouge that come to me prepackaged in their own unique voices... bottled still born ideas floating in jars like pickled genii's... 'three wishes for a rub o'master but choose your wishes wisely'...
rocket thoughts on the launch pad of my skull... T-Minus Five... Four...three....
