Foodie Fiction Feast 3
Where I dive into food fiction feast for months and emerge with a list of favorites.
Where I dive into food fiction feast for months and emerge with a list of favorites.
A story of friendship between two women. One Canadian, the other Iraqi. Both must find strength to deal with gigantic difficulties. This is the story of A Disappearance in Damascus. What I appreciated most about the book is the detailed portrayal of life of an Iraqi refugee in Syria around […]
Pot-bellied Snow White gorges herself on blueberry pancakes after a revenge killing spree. Wait until Prince Charming gets a hold of all this….how will he react?
Ezekiel 25:17. “The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you.” Now… I been sayin’ that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, that meant your ass. You’d be dead right now. I never gave much thought to what it meant. I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before I popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin’ made me think twice. See, now I’m thinking: maybe it means you’re the evil man. And I’m the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here… he’s the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. And I’d like that. But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is you’re the weak. And I’m the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.
Pulp Fiction is one of those movies. You watch it once and it lingers in your imagination. Like that scene with Samuel L. Jackson quoting from the bible. I can never un-see that. It is stuck inside my mind.
This is an experiment in story mashup. I have many many ideas similar to this. Making this video was tons of fun. I laughed so much while making it. Thinking of ways to stick Kill Bill, Django Unchained and Pulp Fiction into the story of Snow White. I decided to keep the video short, rely on the fact that most people already know the story. I don’t need to tell the whole tale, only the bits that are different.
So what other story mashup should I do next? Please tell me.
“To be or not to be ?” is a stupid question. Here I am trying to find a better one.
My formula for getting things done is simple. Start by throwing discipline out the window.
“I don’t care if my next protagonist is a serial killer” I thought to myself after I finished writing my first novel. “As long as he or she is easy to get along with.” The seven year I spent with the main character of that story have frayed my nerves […]
You can read a longer written down version of the story here. This is my second foray into combining dance with storytelling. The last video focused on hand movements. This one is all about the feet. It was fun thinking up fun locations to film the walking sequences in. Which […]
Do you think the Mississippi river ever says: ” I wish I was as long as the Nile?” Does the Yangtze River in China ever lament the fact it flows in only one country when the Amazon washes across a whole continent? Does the calm Euphrates ever say to swift […]
A pursuit of happiness is hard work, especially when you throw creativity into the mix.
Books provide the best nourishment. On Monday April 11 I will be reading from my novel Graffiti Hack. Vancouver Public Library Downtown Vancouver 6:00 – 8:00 pm Alma VanDusen and Peter Kaye rooms 350 West Georgia Street. Free Copies of Graffiti Hack will be available for sale.
I signed up to participate in the Vancouver Story Slam on March 8th. I took a story from my novel Graffiti Hack and worked on it to shorten it so that it would fit in the 5 minute time limit. My novel is a story that has several stories within […]
I am in pure state of distress. My novel is nearing completion, yet a name for it has not arrived. Thinking about names for this thing is now a daily preoccupation. Part 1 and Part 2 of this story are not helping. So here is a third attempt. Meat metaphorically […]
Last night I jumped out of my bed as the whole world was shaking. A 4.3 earth quake had struck Vancouver at 11:30 pm. This morning, I wrote this poem.
I am half way through the second draft of the next novel. I can see the end coming. It is so close, I can taste it. Yet a name for this creation has not arrived yet. Attempt number 1 is here. I thought it would be cool if I gave […]
Tramezzini is a type of crust-less bread popular in Italy. It’s used in making yummy sandwiches. You can put almost anything in them. I tried to cut them up in interesting ways so that it would like the sandwich exploded and combine it with a poem I wrote called “Last […]
I always obsess about what to name a book. How to capture the full range of happenings yet keep it simple and memorable? An impossible task. To find a selection of few words that when combined express the fullness of what takes 300 pages to describe. I have describes previous […]
A couple of weeks ago I watched a movie by Chris Marker called La Jetée. I was totally mesmerized. Photographs overlaid with narration. So simple. Yet the movie was engaging all the way through. Some strange impulse went through me.”I want to give this a try” I kept thinking to […]
A Fool Makes Love to April One Says to the other You are such a trickster April showers bring an uncanny surprise People adore your beauty It your sense of humor that will be my demise April replies You see me like no other I shall designate an entire day […]
Gravel and Water Made Love One said to the other: You grate me into plops rub me with sizes that shape me wrong Gravel replied: Purity condescending a washes my nature. You tempt well meaning feet to tread where they should not
Sentiments of loneliness and yearning poured into an orange color poem.