Movie Script 38

[This is to be a movie without periods.
It is counter to the false stops we impose
On life, and the lies we impose on life
Such as sentence sense. The scenes
Are continuous, moving into one another.
After all these years, we have learned
What Monet meant when he painted
Water lilies without edges.]

A man in finch green is carrying a French horn
The pale tongue pink of the dress on the sidewalk
Is making the sounds of a love bird water signs
The wrong name on the gutter so it can remain
Anonymous until Spring

[Cut, cried the director. I can understand
What is going on. This movie is a fantasy.
It is not like life. Cancel it.]

Movie Script 40

A veiled woman is a vestibule. It is circular,
And she is surrounded by large ebony vases
With gold hands and gold borders. The floor
Is a white marble, but there are many cracks
In the white marble floor. She is looking
For Luigi Pirandello, and everyone who passes
By, she grabs the arm and ask if they have
Seen Luigi Pirandello. Most are annoyed,
Push her away. One man was so lonely,
Who wanted to be touched so much, that he
Lied and said he knew Luigi Pirandello.
The veiled woman was extremely happy,
And said, "Where is he? Where is he?"
The man, confused, said "Luigi Pirandello
Is on the sixth floor, in Room 608."
She kissed the man on the cheek, and he
Fainted. She ran up to the sixth floor,
Threw off her veil, knocked on Room 608.
A man opened the door. It was not
Luigi Pirandello, but her husband.
Without her veil, the husband
Did not recognize her, afraid of a stranger,
Slammed the door in her face.

^

Biography

Duane Locke, Doctor of Philosophy, English Renaissance literature,
Professor Emeritus of the Humanities was Poet in Residence at the University of Tampa for over 20 years. He is the author of 14 print books of poetry, and in 2002, added 3 E books,
The Squids Dark Ink, From a Tiny Room, and The Death of Daphne.

He is also a painter, having many exhibition, his latest at the city art museum in Gainesville, Florida. Also, a photographer, now has over 172 photos in e zines. He does close-ups of trash tossed away in alleys.

Duane Locke now lives alone in a two-story decaying house in the sunny Tampa slums. He lives isolated and estranged as an alien, not understanding the customs, the costumes, the language (some form of postmodern English) of his neighbors. The egregious ugliness of his neighborhood has recently been mitigated by the police force who put up bright orange and bright yellow posters to advertise the location as an al fresco shopping mall for drugs. His alley is the dumping ground for stolen cars, and thus one advantage of living in this neighborhood, if one's car is stolen, he can step out in the back and pick it up. Another advantage is that the burglars are afraid to come in on account of the muggers. Taxi drivers and pizza deliverers are afraid to come into this neighborhood. When he has a visitor, the visitor arrives with fear and trembling.

His recreational activities are drinking wine, mainly Shiraz, listening to old operas, and reading postmodern philosophy.