A number of tumultuous affairs, agreeable adventures and awkward occurrences... unaltered from written manuscripts to computer hard-copy. I call it: Scales - inspired by Jack Kerouac's Book of Sketches. Time: New York City 2007. Place: White Noise Symphony Concrete Infinity (Cityscape at large: Parks, Stoops, Firescapes and Trains… but mostly Jazz Clubs).
...a partially pillaged page...
...from the Charles Mee book of the (re)making project – Please feel free to take the works from this website and use them freely as a resource for your own work: that is to say, don't just make some cuts or rewrite a few passages or re-arrange them or put in a few texts that you like better, but pillage these expressions as I have pillaged the structures and contents of: plays, magazines, graffiti, librettos, novels, poetry, childhood memories of my grandma’s kitchen, instruction manuals, passionate conversations and the internet, and build your own, entirely new, piece--and then,please, put your own name to the work that results.
But, if you would like to use these works for performance or presentation essentially or substantially as I have composed them, they are protected by copyright in the versions you read here, and you need to clear performance/presentation rights.
To acquire these rights, contact: blueprintcinematic@gmail.com
I get romantic about the struggle – There are times when the inhumanity of it all reaches deafening heights. Your billion dollar CEOs rushing past that vagabond who’s been hit by a car and lies bleeding in the street, while 8 different people offer you “smoke” in the park, where dogs play and Filipina Nannies push new born babes past a heap of late 90’s computer hardware. Amidst the honking horns and screeching tires… a Juilliard music grad plays for change outside a subway stop and along the fenced-in basketball court one of the last icons of the EastVillage art scene prepares another Mosaic for a lamp post, before falling asleep on the street with an empty stomach and his homeless dog. For me, it’s the proximity of these extraordinary events, taking place simultaneously just a few steps away from one another. The competitive spirit and aggressive nature… and yet the grandeur, grace, culture and diversity. One might think to exist in such a grotesque circus of civilization you’d need push the limits of your own morality. Monstrous temptations abound. However, it seems to me there is a certain acceptance that is required, in order to continue. One must embrace the madness. I am truly divided down to my core in this place. What I am… where my interests lie… what I believe… It is a glorious challenge... A supreme effort is required… I must look the beautiful disasters dead in the face. It is at times striking and hideous. But… my soul begins to grab hold of a new kind of strength. There’s a fire in my belly… I am growing.
