Walking to the Grocery

A deer crosses a pattern in a yard
ending a long chain of mediocrity
in the category of animals integral
to my life. graciously plankton
swirl atop his hide, narrating the
brown. Didn't you know--that
it is all happening underwater?

Scratching the canvas with
auxiliary wires; the barge is
a burnished throne set afire
like the wild brush when you
walk north. And the absence,
sense of something missing
and fealty to that foregone
memory. kings for messengers
moons gone by.

We have the creeks, lakes, material
to ford the tide. Across the skunk
aboard the noisy caravan of acne
Never felt, never restrained. they
all shout and wave their swords
heaping benedictions on the salivating
marsh, fried crispy orange. Keep it.
I cannot eat.












Screenplay Idea

A thriller, centered on a reverse universe where religion is persecuted. Caters to the Sunday crowd, subtext for the educated. The dog character has a profound moral sense – his chasteness is symbolized by his long gaze at the craters on the moon. He's conflated technology and the rise of man (dog) to greatness in the animal world with his religiosity. The whole world's not wired quite right, you see. In bathrooms little surveillance bots play tic-tac-toe, read Whitman. In the future someone's got to do that grave duty. Then there's me, as a character. I can't resist including my funny perspective on things, e.g. a little vignette where I end the use of blenders in the northern hemisphere. Perhaps even a small cameo by my father's college friend, Wayne, a patent lawyer. And the whole thing's set in the midst of the 1950 Brooklyn Dodgers season. The terrific climax occurs when the dog goes berserk after a bout with typhus, The surveillance coordinator (Denis Leary) realizes the person observing him is his own clone. Ample screen time with possible PG-13 blowjob scene while the entire universe deals with that realization. Meanwhile, I finally conclude these subplots are a dream in my own head; in fact they have been implanted there, as a wedding gift. L'chaim!












Racism

The joke is about racism. This joke is about racism. When we classify
people according to their. When we classify people. To classify some
thing about racism when. I wrote down something. To trace racism.

Racism of the 1800s. Jawing, slapping racism. Vids and streetcar racism.
Types of racism. Include. Tennis camp racism. Autistic racism. Racism
of the high hills. Plain, lickin' racism. Rottweiler racism. Path of racism.

Turn of the century racism. Have you driven racism lately? Racism's
mother, Kathy. Open newspaper, little adverts. Have you felt the impact.
Nothing else but racism, off bridges, stone ropes. Cry of. Burning bushes.

Say racism started in the 30s. When racism started. Racism was around
Racism of the corner stores. the 20s of racism. Of racism. Were making
a big deal. Racism starts something else, becomes part of itself before it shouts













Alex Carnevale is a M.F.A. candidate in fiction writing at The New School. He is currently finishing his first novel. He can be reached at alexcarnevale@hotmail.com.





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