(If you look at this on your phone you'll miss 2/3 of the triptych. Click on my face to contact.)
Wokeness
Spring
Late afternoon at the cafe.
On the railing overhead
Fat gray pigeons,
Sidestepping nervously to emphasize their remarks,
Gossip
While we sit in paralytic silence
Looking in different directions.
A splat on the table
Draws our gazes parallel
For perhaps the last time
At a gob of green and white swirl
As of unmixed paint,
Floral with impact
And already hardening into a symbol of our affair.
You lean faintly forward,
Raise as it were your lorgnette
And peer at it, dissatisfied.
The feathered whorl flutters
And recomposes itself
With the unmistakable levity of spring
While I settle back
Overcome by a splendid enervation,
Cross my legs at the ankles
And wait for the waiter
To come and scrape it off with a screwdriver.
But he is already hovering,
Waving the birds into flight
Before another anus can tremble,
Removing the mess with a single pass of his cloth
And replacing it with a Martini Rosso,
Which will have to do.And speaking of
gigolos:
Robert MacLean is a bad poet and an independent filmmaker. His The Light Touch is on Amazon Prime, Tubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a screamingly funny novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a reviewer of films, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. Committed to making movies that don't matter. No brains, but an intellectual snob.
SOME VIDEOS:Boccaccio’s "The Husband" Boccaccio's "The Horse Trade" Boccaccio's "The Stupid Friar" Chaucer’s "The Miller's Tale"
On the railing overhead
Fat gray pigeons,
Sidestepping nervously to emphasize their remarks,
Gossip
While we sit in paralytic silence
Looking in different directions.
A splat on the table
Draws our gazes parallel
For perhaps the last time
At a gob of green and white swirl
As of unmixed paint,
Floral with impact
And already hardening into a symbol of our affair.
You lean faintly forward,
Raise as it were your lorgnette
And peer at it, dissatisfied.
The feathered whorl flutters
And recomposes itself
With the unmistakable levity of spring
While I settle back
Overcome by a splendid enervation,
Cross my legs at the ankles
And wait for the waiter
To come and scrape it off with a screwdriver.
But he is already hovering,
Waving the birds into flight
Before another anus can tremble,
Removing the mess with a single pass of his cloth
And replacing it with a Martini Rosso,
Which will have to do.
LINDA, A Highly Successful Call Girl
Linda is so beautiful, so refined, so aloof that her clients fall in love with her.
She's making a pile with American businessmen—who introduce her to the Prince—who falls for her too.
Her passion for independence only inflames him—he wants tomarry her, have children!—they all do, but she is resolutely herself.
Professional cool is the secret of her success, and the allure that enslaves powerful men.
Cops, pimps, hookers, judges, prison guards, psychiatrists, politicians—there isn’t much she can’t deal with.
And when the Prince introduces her to the former American President…
Proposed cast: Liz Fuller (Linda)
Proposed cast: Peter Sarsgaard (Barry)
BARRY is the American junior executive who’s in love with her. He will do anything to have her, and ultimately kills for her, which finally gets her attention.
Proposed cast: Guy Ingle ("the Prince")
Proposed cast: Timothy Watters ("the former American President")
Proposed cast: Teresa Barnwell ("the American Secretary of State")
What the Devil?
Ladies
and Gentlemen,
It
scares one but one feels so, I don’t know, demonic!
Here’s
the Devil tempting the pope.
Here
he is tempting the homeless.
Here
he is sponsoring my blog.
Here
he is in a much-awarded movie I never finished.
Here
is a #short (such a thing now)
with 30 seconds of quotes by the demonic DalÃ.
Here’s
Boccaccio on the secrets of the confessional.
And
here, for those who enjoy deep poetry, is some demonically inspired literary criticism.
With
horns and a tail,
Robert
Robert MacLean is an independent filmmaker. His recent The Light Touch is on Amazon Prime, Tubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a film reviewer, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. No brains, but an intellectual snob.
Loose Shoes: A Sinister Musical Comedy
Robert MacLean is an independent filmmaker. His The Light Touch is on Amazon Prime, Tubi and Scanbox, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a film reviewer, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. No brains but an intellectual snob.
“I was beastly but never coarse. A high-class sort of heel.”
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