Where I got the title for my chapbook PAIN GRIN. The theme from M*A*S*H by Johnny Mandel, mind you all the words are hard-hitting. The sword of time will pierce our skin/it doesn't hurt when it begins/but as it works its way on in/the pain grows stronger, watch it grin..." Sid is about the only one who knows about this new writing gig I fell into--with his help--that is making me type well past the point of sanity. The best I can do is give up on the toothpick, my zen-like object where I'd project the hurt. Tonight, as I read pages on neurological diseases and foreign baby names, making sense of what birth defects are common to a certain nation, such as Sanxthi in China, the best I can do is chew on the collar of my shirt. I chew until my teeth bite through, then I know I'm at the point of no return. I either keep going or go make that noose in the garage. Soon enough I can say what this long term high paying writing job is and at least if that noose is sturdy I now have an agent (who looks like Clark Kent) who can then figure out what to do with all the crap I have and make me an omnibus like what was done with Karl Edward Wagner, rest his soul. I need to stop indulging myself here and get back to work....Carnival of Wayne
3 comments:
Bob looks like Clark Kent? I'd never noticed. (I was wondering about your CK comments.)
Sorry you have to deal with that kind of pain.
Yore teefs shore are purty, though.
You make me wince, my friend. Good luck with the project.
I recently read that the theme to M*A*S*H was written by the director's 14 year old son.
Congrats on the agent!
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