17JUN15: Denouement

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At one point, I turn out to be your 9 to 5 only at the J-O-B.

Cyrissa:

J-O-B.   Another running gag.

Gregory Gregarious:

Shhhh.

Prince Nehemiah:

And outside the J-O-B, I don’t always know who I am.  I’m too busy concentrating on where I am and who I am and keeping up appearances.  I never let you know which Prince Nehemiah you were talking to. The Universe likes speed and so do you.  The Universe abhors a vaccuum and so do you. The past two months you’ve have been cutting, cutting, cutting.  Filling the void with fresh ink. Putting the pen to paper, applying that to Note-Pad, then copying and pasting to Gregory Gregarious.  You’ll give us your Readers Theater script.

Gregory Gregarious:

I am at your service.  Boo!  It is time for the denouement of you. And this is how I want to remember Boo.  As my ROCK ‘EM  SOCK ‘EM COW-BOI.  I want to remember you from the first day I saw you, Boo. Right now, you are resisting me, and you are strong.  You and I have a different image of you. And I love this Fight-Dance.  I’ve had you in my sights all along.   We both have each other pegged and we both believe you are coming back to magically and miraculously, assist.

Justus:

I’m wearing thigh-high denims.  Blue.

Rema:

Black boots and white tubes, too.

Justus:

I am your perpetual “new” Supra-Hero in town. Your Desk-Top Icon. Your book-cover. We both look good enough to be hanging out in the LegFetish Universe. Me and you.

Gregory Gregarious:

I worship and adore you.  I’m totally dedicated to you, Boo.

Justus:

Totally.  And I adore you. You and your intelligent flirtations.

 

14JUN15: Denouement

Gregory Gregarious:

The Visions evoke the Verses. I’ve had this habit of attracting myself to those wo admire me a lot less than I admire them.  I keep running or stumbling into them, and haven’t been ablt to understand why and how and at this point, who cares?  The more I persisted, the more they resisted.  I can only hope, from either one or all four of them, I can say they came back and assisted.  As far as I’m concerned, each one of them is the Supra-Hero, the Desk-Top 96Icon, the Fight-Dancer, and the Readers Theater Performer of the Future.

All:

RETRO IS THE FUTURE AND THE FUTURE IS RETRO

Gregory Gregarious:

At Gregory Gregarious Productions, you are only as good as your next project.  And that’s why the Creative Energy Flow keeps going and growing.  The Prince has supplied more than enough viable visions of the characters I am writing about.

Cyrissa:

Time to get the boot-laces tied up neatly, and to see that this is the end of a journey.  Time to start blazing a couple new trails. I’m ready for some new journeys.  Are you?

Gregory Gregarious:

Indeed I dare.  Indeed I do. Dreaming&Fantasizing is the name of my new class @ the University of Diversity.  Rema has a new fashion line with striped, white calve-high tube socks are in again.

All:

RETRO IS THE FUTURE AND THE FUTURE IS RETRO

Cyrissa:

You’ve always gotta have a “running gag.”  “Indeed I dare.  Indeed I do.”css2

Gregory Gregarious:

Thank you, Cyrissa.

Cyrissa:

No Problem.

Prince Nehemiah:

I’m a real come-and-goer.  At the beginning, I followed you with my eyes. For you that was a surprise. I remember once when I looked at you, I knew my face was aglow, then you were in the know that I was diggin’ your supra-Hero thing.

Malcolm Strachan:

Gregory Gregarious while writing his stories is showing us what he’s thinking as he writes.  He’s even got me writing a little like him.  I am the one who introduced him to Robert M. Pirsig.  ZEN AND THE ART OF MOTORCYCLE MAINTENANCE.  And he never had to tell me how much he appreciates that.  He shows me. Malcolm Strachan, KINGDOM ROCK TIMES

Gregory Gregarious:

Thank you, Malcolm, for being my champion.

 

13JUN15: Denouement

Lamar:HOM22

I saw you on the street before wearing your referee jacket.  And that’s why I flagged you down as you were walking out of the Library.  Could be I simply liked the jacket.

ZAAMM!:

I had to see you.  I gotta enough of your visions on Qik-Kam and I’m gonna plaster your face all over the place. I’m gonna woo you to Worcester, you Rock ‘Em/Sock ‘Em Cow-Boi.

Dr. Crop:

So surrender.

ZAAMM!:

You have to FEEL me, Gregory!

Narrator:

We’re kindred spirits too.  BOO!

Mr. Incognito:

He’s mine and I’m ready to fight him and make him look good.  I’m getting into the act, but let me show you, not tell you.

Malcolm Strachan:

See you want to act this out.  Perform this.  The writing isn’t inert.  Gregory Gregarious and company are creating a new photo-journalism.  Malcolm Strachan.  Kingdom Rock Times.

Narrator:

If I can split wood for forty minutes without stopping, I can write forty minutes without stopping.  For once I agree with the Hovering Heron and I believe strongly along with her that soon everybody is loving Majah again.

Majah:

I’m beating up all the Hovering Herons and Positive Energy Zappers out there.

Henrietta Heron:

I believe that MAJAH&ME are kindred-spirits because we both shatter the paradigms of unlucky 13.  MAJAH&ME love lucky 13.

Majah:

In the House-Boat Studio, I always want Cabin 13.

Gregory Gregarious:

But that’s a room full of brooms and hasn’t been used in a long time.  And Lucky 13 for you it is. For the longest time I liked Computer #13 at the Public Library.  I’ve written most of my best work there.  At Lucky 13.

Majah:

At the bicycle race track I always insist on Cabin 13.

Gregory Gregarious:

But that’s the First Aid room for injured bicyclists.

Majah:

Yes, and you and I are kindred-spirits when it comes to Lucky #13.HOM56

Henrietta Heron:

For a long time I’ve written some unusual stuff, the likes of which you’ve never read before.

Gregory Gregarious:

I guarantee writing to be performed.

Henrietta Heron:

Writing off the beaten path.  It’s not for everybody.

Gregory Gregarious:

Only for the chosen few who desire to know the worlds we knew.

Sugar In My Coffee Is Cool

Narrator:css24

ZAAMM!

Gregory Gregarious:

Eight has always been my favorite number, Prince.

Prince Nehemiah:

Well there ya go!

Gregory Gregarious:

Yet I have always been intrigued with the number seven.

Prince Nehemiah:

I think #7 would catch your eye as well.

Gregory Gregarious:

Show me.

Narrator:

Gregory Gregarious would not ask anything of anybody he wouldn’t do himself.  So he smokes some Innathilkoknee, along with the Prince and they transform into Mr. Incognito and Dr. Crop.  Gregarious looks at #7 and is fascinated with this Lad, who reminds him of a character he’s writing about.  This is a pivotal month for Gregarious.  He is writing about characters who are based on statues & sculptures.  This is a month where there are no accidents.  So it’s time to take the House-Boat Studio afloat on the Sea of Creativity.  Gregory Gregarious has all the Lads&Gals he needs.  For a time being, auditions are over and the cast of characters are at sea.  During breakfast, Gregarious realizes that he’s not had sugar in his coffee for years.

Dr. Crop:

I’ve never seen you put anything but cream or milk in your coffee, Incognito.

Mr. Incognito:

Yet one look at number seven, I see a mocha and creamy smooth marvel who passes the multifaceted exam to play ZAAMM!:  The Qik-Kam Lad on the Lam. Sugar in my coffee is cool!

Good or Bad or Indifferent

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I think twenty-thirteen was a great year, and I believe twenty-fourteen is going to be greater.  Here in Ascencia, they are either going to find my work incredible or despicable; yet, at least they are paying attention to me. They are listening to me, whereas in Sporaticus, they never listened or paid attention.  So it was time to leave. In Sporaticus, whenever I finished a book, it was good as I could get it; and, except for a special few, Sporaticus  would not even open the book.  They were just never ready for me.  I guess I could say that my books were too cerebral for them, while they all wanted action and explosions and noise and more gadgets to play with.  They could not even read a chapter or two, which is all I ever asked them to do.  They just humored me.  The gifts I lent them collected dust in their closets and on their bookshelves and coffee tables.

Here in Ascencia, they say I can write and that I can put together a video.  They do not feel obligated to make any meaning out of them.  They are willing to listen to the sound of my words. Here, they do not hesitate to let me know they are paying attention and listening to me.  At least Henrietta Heron lets everybody know that she is keeping an eye and ear on me__good or bad or indifferent. What I write, I swear to God, is as good as I get it when I am finished.  And the folks here let me know what they think about my work__good or bad or indifferent.

In Sporaticus, everything lies in silence. In Ascencia, everybody listens and responds to the sounds of everyone else.  Here, they are paying attention, so I make sure I go to my “Bible” to make sure I get the spelling right.  If I cannot say what I want to say in two hundred pages or less, then I may as well not say anything at all.  In Ascencia, they are willing to listen and to hear anything I have to say.  In Sporaticus, they just were not ready for me.  They could have cared less that everything lies in silence. Except for a chosen few, when I told Sporaticus, “Get everything you can out of every word I write,” Sporaticus would not get anything.  They must have mistook me for an egomaniac.  In Ascencia,  they get anything they can out of everything I write.  They seem to have a passionate curiosity, a sense of adventure towards my sense of accomplishment.  And that is a miracle.

Yeah, But Beware of the DOG

HOM55At Gregory Gregarious Productions, there is not room and there is no time for moaners and groaners.  If you are moping and moaning around my studio, you will go.  I have not had to send anyone home often; but, when I do, I can rest assured that he will be a different person when he comes back the next day.  If I send you home for the day, you had better come back the next day with a different outlook, a different point-of-view, or I will send you home again.  And you will not be coming back.  I want to work with people who are upbeat and positive like me; in fact, I want to work with people who are like me, or they will be dismissed.  Some have already been fired.  If you are not willing to enter my studio to achieve a sense of accomplishment, then you are wasting your time and mine.  And I can tell when you are yearning and driving for that sense of accomplishment.  I can also tell when you are tanking.

Let me tell you about the kid I ended up nicknaming Yeah-But and ended up firing.  He had a rebuttal for every word of encouragement I offered him.  He would say, “Yeah, but. . .” after everything I said to him.  I sent him home twice before I had to fire him.  I did not want Yeah-But around me or the others who co-create with me in the studio. Another guy I had to terminate was a guy who came into the studio for weeks bitching about his girlfriend.  I, along with everybody else, got so tired of hearing about his girlfriend,  I finally had to tell him to bring her into the studio so we could all hear her side of the story.  That shut him up for a while.  He was such a pompous ass with collegeitis.  When he spoke to others on my staff, he talked down to them, using big words that nobody cared to use.  Once in a while, I would catch somebody running to my “Bible” to find out what the hell “Collegeitis” was talking about.HOM51

After this went on for a few more weeks, people stopped running to the Dictionary and stopped listening to him trying to overcompensate for whatever insecurities he had.  Everybody was spending less time on the work and more time theorizing about exactly what the kid was trying to overcome. He had such delusions of grandeur.  Whenever he was seen approaching the studio, some would shout, “Beware of the DOG!”  And then we would all brace ourselves in order to endure more of his obnoxious, arrogant verbiage.

When he spoke to us, he was not talking to us.  He was pontificating.  We all learned to keep our mouths shut, let him pontificate, and then we would all watch or listen as he made a damned fool of himself.  One trick I learned was to close my eyes and listen to him and imagine he was the mayor of Munchkinland in the Wizard of OZ.  Everybody could hear his phony intonations in his pontifications and they were begging me to send him home.  Which I did.  And, to the delight of all of us, he never came back.

Sporaticus Won’ts and Don’ts

41Everyone is responsible for their own history, regardless of how people slant and make slurs about it after the fact.  It is not up to me how anybody looks at my history in retrospect.  I will have kept on doing what I am doing, and I will have believed in what I am doing.  Nobody, but me, is going to put value on my writing and on my projects.  Nobody, but me, is going to look at my work as being important.  The Hovering Heron, along with many of the people who work for me, have asked me where I came from before I came to Ascencia.  I love it when they ask me that because that allows me to talk about Sporaticus. I owe a lot to Sporaticus.  And the only way to get a lot of crap out of my system is to talk about Sporaticus.

I had done most of my writing right there in Sporaticus.  How I got there in the first place is something nobody needs to know about.  When I told Dad how I got there, he said five words I will never forget, “You need to quit that.”  Yet that is where I set up my writing workshop, in an apartment which at times seemed like I was way over my head living in.  I was way over my head in Sporaticus; and yet, I loved the Sporaticus Way, in spite of all the Sporaticus Won’ts and Sporaticus Don’ts and walking and working and wishing and writing and whining in Sporaticus.

Somehow, I learned to resist, to challenge, to question the natural order of things because what I believed to be the “natural order of things” needed to be shattered.  They were paradigms.  And since I had arrived in Sporaticus, I had learned about The Secret.  With the help of Prince Nehemiah, back here in Ascencia,  I am getting the collages and images together in order to visually illustrate the Sporaticus magic and madness, which will define the journey I am about to take you on tonight.43

I had seen ten-minute apparitions there in Sporaticus which I mistook for “friends.”  Seemed I was always attracting people who did not like me as much as I liked them.   And who were those Sporaticus Supra-Heroes who gave me the best ten minutes I ever had?  I could find a miracle in ten minutes or less.  Yet, when I had plans for them, all of them, they took refuge into their own agendas and lives, and__pffff!__they were gone.  Now they are ghosts out here on the deck of the House-Boat Studio as I flow along the Sea of Creativity with my Creative Energy Flow.

You’re Only As Good As Your Next Project

I already know that only a chosen few are living to live in the world I choose to know.   I’ve been calling out your name, Liquor Shack Lad; and, like magnets, we collide on the pave outside your J-O-B.  I had asked my Creative Source, “CS, how is the Liquor-Shack Lad and me gonna connect outside his J-O-B?  My CS gives me the answer as we collide together on the pave, him hiding his eyes behind his shades, which emphasizes his chiseled chin and jaw. ” You look like a bust of yourself in bronzed energy stone,” I tell him.  “You are beautiful.”  The one who will resist the most will return to assist the most.  You have arrived in Ascencia and you know you remind me of a character I’ve been writing about.css53

I see God__Richard Burton__standing there downstage left in three-quarters stance with his hands down by his sides, teaching me how to focus on the character speaking on the stage, as well as where to put my hands whenever I am standing in the spotlight while another character  is speaking.  Seeing him is like having a successful scavenger hunt on a great New Year’s Day, like finding a roach and some Southern Comfort on the ground.  Like picking up a butt when some old man sees me and gives me a cigarillo.  He says he saw me pick up the butt and said to himself he could not have that.  I shake his hand and thank him.  He looks like me in about twenty years.  The night is still young__it is only nine-fourteen.  Everyone is gathered on the deck of the House-Boat discussing next month’s project because you are only as good as your next project.  I have arrived in Ascencia on the last day of the year, ready to challenge myself  into becoming a creative genius.  So what am I going to do with all this flow of transitional thoughts?  Are you ready to hear the things that turn me on, like a water faucet?  Are you ready to watch, listen, and read from the beginning?  From the middle? From the end. . .?

If you cannot remember what I say, then just remember your reactions to what I say.  Ask yourself, “What does this all mean to me?”  Why are you looking at me, seeing me, and reading me and not letting me know?

King of the Hill in Ascencia

Prince Nehemiah plays Himself and Dr. Crop with all his Viable Visions.  Many times when Me&MyPrince are feeling nice on Innathilkoknee we’ve gone leg-to-leg, tow-to-toe.  I believe we got the best legs combined.  And all it takes is a little depilatory now and then.  We are living the Eternal Summer together in Ascencia.  And Prince Nehemiah, like everybody else–take a number–wants a piece of me always thinking like the Special Guest Villain, Mr. Incognito.  Mr. Incognito loves the idea that everybody wants a piece of him so they can “look” good as the Supra-Hero.  Even Mr. Incognito battles between being the Villain or being his own Supra-Hero.  Have you seen the legs on this guy?Black Apollo

Oh my!  He’s ready to switch off at any time the sublime and without one word of warning switch to the absurd.  At the drop of a hat.  He’s the Supra-Heroic pugilist and he’s the Special Guest Villain with the wild fists, taking himself to the tallest building guarding Ascencia by night while listening to the Toys sing Lovers Concerto coming through a single earphone I one ear, and out the other ear he can hear the “sounds” of Ascencia.

Prince Nehemiah has twenty-five Viable Visions on his next Vision Wall.  He works diligently through the early morning:  bagels and cream cheese for breakfast while I munch on cheese and crackers .   I study his mounted visions on his wall and see examples of the:

Flex-Punch

Chisel-Punch

Lasso-Punch

Duck-Punch

Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em Cow-Boi

Life Theater

Readers Theater

He knows he is providing me with a lot of writing material and now the Theater has a real show.  All of my Performers are earing a thousand dollars a day, as I do.  Gregory Gregarious Productions is the King of the Hill in Ascencia.

Beyond the Institutes of Higher Learning

Legs Today the house-boat is docked and is transformed into a writing workshop or studio.    You want to take them out to rehearse on the steps of city hall, but the steps are fenced off due to reconstruction.  There is always a mess caused by reconstruction.  So you gather all of them around the fountain at the University, but some student passing by calls campus security and here they come.  They are checking to see if you all have student IDs and since you all do not, they shoo you and your troupe away like a bunch of common house-flies.  Some days, it seems like the house-flies are better off than you.  But the point the campus police is making:  you are not welcomed here in this institute of higher learning.

Today we are doing a video project and we are using a mural painted by Levi Hamil__the paint is still wet on the canvas.  The stools and the futons we need for the set are hand-made by Vincent Hamil.  When these two brothers create anything, they create masterpieces.  I refer to this as packing a punch.  The painter and the builder are fighters.  When I write, produce, and direct a piece for Thrilling Times, I am a fighter, too.  I can pack a punch in ten minutes or less.

Emo-Lad tells me he really never dated girls in high school.  He says he was just a weird kid who would come home from school and cloister himself in his room to do his homework__but not before reading the current issue of Thrilling Times.  He says he was mostly looking at the photos of all the models, more so than reading the articles.  I tell him that I would hate to think that he had poor grades because he did not do his homework first.  But I tell him that I am happy he looked at Thrilling Times instead of watching all the trash on television.

He is a weird kid.  He wears shoes but never ties the laces.  I ask him why he just will not wear loafers.  He tells me he does not like loafers and he does not like to tie his shoes.  I wonder whether he Leroy Johnson And Meever learned to tie his shoes but I keep that to myself.  I remember my Dad impatiently teaching me to tie my shoes. Later, Emo-Lad tells me that he taught himself to tie his shoes__he just chooses not to tie them now.  When I saw him one night at a night club, I told him that his shoes were untied.  I thought it was just an oversight on his part.  He tied them for my benefit, but when I saw him later the same night his shoes were untied again.

My profession is to look for talent, not trouble.  Emo-Lad not only has the good looks of a model but is quite good with a camera.  His self-portraits are the best I have ever seen.  I have never seen anyone else capture himself on camera and look like a different person with every shot.  He is a kid with many faces.  He is in a multidimensional, multifaceted category all by himself.  I do not  have to look very hard to find another Emo-Lad in his photos.  My profession is to look for more model/photographers like him.  It is easier to stumble on them than to find them.

AthleteEmo-Lad is a survivor.  Despite his frail, thin physique, he is tough and resilient.  He is one of those kids who was treated cruelly in high school by bullies.  A lot of high school students like him__if I could imagine anyone being like him__ended up ridiculed on some Internet bulletin board and ended up committing suicide.  When his private secrets became public knowledge, he was not the least bit phased by it.  When he walked around with his shoes untied and everybody laughed at him because they thought he did not know how to tie his shoes at his age, he was not the least bit phased by it.  Emo-Lad is a survivor with the kind of resilience and determination and guts I look for in all my employees at Thrilling Times, and I demand of myself the same.

 

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