Archive for September, 2005

Anywho

September 8, 2005

Two youngish men in jogging suits. They toss and fidget with a large, wiry geometric shape.

REGINALD: Why?

ANYWHO: Why not?

REGINALD: Don’t beg the question.

ANYWHO: You did.

REGINALD: Don’t be solipsitic.

ANYWHO: I’m sorry?

REGINALD: (placatingly) Take care of yourself.

ANYWHO: I am.

REGINALD: You’re being idiomatic.

ANYWHO: Yes.

REGINALD: It’s resolved then.

ANYWHO: Yes.

REGINALD: Good!

ANYWHO: Good.

REGINALD: Good. (evaluating Anywho) But you’re still, then…

ANYWHO: Why not?

REGINALD: Why?

ANYWHO: Who asked me?

REGINALD: (self-assured) So Who is obligated?

ANYWHO: Apparently not.

REGINALD: (piously) Well!

ANYWHO: Not very, thank you, but…

REGINALD: But??

ANYWHO: Who asked me?

Lute

September 7, 2005

Some posture and flex in front of the foggy bathroom mirror, but I often find myself strumming and making nonsensical chord changes on an imaginary lute. I keep the phantom beat with my foot, too. I guess I have minstrel aspirations, or complexes. Don’t read “homo-erotic” into that, not that homosexuals can’t read. They can, and aptly, but if they didn’t that would be fine, too. Not that all homosexuals are minstrels or vice versa but I’m sure there would be some overlapping if it were appropriate and agreeable.

3.8331

September 2, 2005

Nothing at all could be possibly true, but who knows?