the supermarket wouldn't hire me: a poem

supermarket don't want me
supermarket don't like me
feel me, feel me
y'all got to feel me
supermarket hatin'
supermarket hatin'
death blooms eternally
in this fucked up society

jigsaw puzzle: a catchy song

a happy family
puts it together
jigsaw puzzle

a happy couple
puttin' it together
jigsaw puzzle

would you
could you
ooh ah ooh ah
jigsaw puzzle

life is a puzzle
the mysteries of love
jigsaw puzzle

feeling so enchanted
let the rhythm take you over
jigsaw puzzle

You're On Your Way To: Dolderer

All readers directed to project of interest from Friend-of-SifBlog D. Dolderer callsign "Bauber" on non-company site

http://dolderer.blogspot.com

the wall: a poem

i look at the wall
i stare at the wall
interesting stuff
new giant clam species discovered
please end my misery, lord

forbidden temple: a poem

you've lost your magic
and your spring in your step
you're dumb and fat
and you don't have a job
i can help you, i can help you
just come with me
to the forbidden temple
it from the pit
hi ho cherry-o
to the forbidden temple we go

scene at circus: a poem

at the circus today
a most splendid thing did i see
two great elephants
bedecked in silks from lands exotic
walking 'twixt them, a tiger
standing top the tiger, a monkey
floating 'bove the monkey, a hawk
what a scene, what a scene
what a scene
(wait for it)
at the circus

i walk alone along the grim docks and piers of my heart: a poem

i walk
i walk alone
these grim docks
these grim piers
the grim water below
how it reflects our inner turmoil
how strange it is, how strange
to see you here
standing
standing there, like you own the place
the nerve of this guy

dogbrain man: a song for a hero

dogbrain man
what a dogbrain can
is what he does
he's dogbrain man

dogbrain man
has a dogbrain plan
to be as dogbrain
as he dogbrain can

a look inside: the mind of the artist

o!
how i labor over every word!
every single word!
every teeny little word!
every single word of this poem!
o! what it does to me!
the pain!
o! how i labor!
how i labor!

I wrote a Batman screenplay of my own, you know.

Back in 2002. Strongly influenced by Bergman in general and Roth's "The Anatomy Lesson" in particular. The story was as follows: Bruce Wayne, five years into his career as a crimefighter, finds himself mentally and physically fatigued without any apparent cause. In crippling pain, embittered, unable to even leave his brownstone in downtown Gotham, he forsakes his superhero identity (what he calls his "bat-self"). Preparing for a tour of the Holy Land on the advice of his manservant Alfred, he is shocked into normalcy by the appearance of a dangerous new arrival to the city - a flamboyant thief in auguste clown attire calling himself "The Jokester" (mistakenly dubbed "Joker" by the press). Wayne prepares himself for action - he is miraculously reinvigorated. All is lost, though, when the Jokester is shot and killed by a police SWAT team during a bank robbery. Thrown yet again into one of his famously black depressions, Wayne takes to the streets as the Batman and, in what would be a shocking, heartwrenching scene, savagely beats a pickpocket to within an inch of his life. The film would end in the comatose victim's hospital room, with our tormented hero keeping a bedside vigil, praying for forgiveness, guidance, and the meaning he knows will never come.

Anyway, Paramount was interested for a while, but wouldn't budge without some pretty heavy changes. Among other things they wanted the epigraph gone (Psalm 116:11 - "I said in my haste, All men are liars.") and, typically, wanted the Commissioner Gordon character changed back to a white man. Long story short, nothing came of it, but I did get to meet Robert Evans.