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Unmasked and A Cold Truth…

Unmasked… (Blogophilia 19) prose poetry/fiction


Draped in Kafka

Josephine’s silky sinuous swirling,
incites rising ripening rippling whirling.

Smitten Hunter’s hungered hurtling,
wends woven hesitations peeling, unfurling.

Feelings wheeling,
careening, reeling.

Rustling, swishing,
bustling, wishing.

Mouse Singer’s siren mermaids singing,
peals for Whom the Bell Tolls, tempestuous ringing.

Stinging Fools and Jackals yield whispered weeping,
Stillness unmasks pulses caressing, guides ecstasy leaping.


Caftan arrival


While attending a recent theatre production, I wandered backstage at the intermission to provide some much needed lighting tips. I felt the lighting design was barely adequate for something like Annie, but unprofessional in the extreme for Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.

After being unceremoniously ejected for trying on a coat of many colors and not having purchased a ticket. I vowed to make to make changes in the industry and work my way back in…

It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. – Franz Kafka

Now I was nervously sitting through an audition. A striking woman entered and sat next to me wearing a cowboy hat and what seemed to me a sixties vintage dress and a mischievous smirk. The play was an original production based on a mishmash of Kafka themes, kind of like a painting where some see symbolism and metaphors in the splash and dabs of paint.

The director also seemed smitten with her but I sensed there was an attraction and connection and asked her to join me for coffee afterwards. She hesitated, but her smile put me at ease. Being distracted, it hardly registered but I was given the part of Hunter Gracchus and she was my Josephine the Singer. The day just couldn’t get any better.

Because it is a community theatre event (no budget) we have the responsibility of furnishing our own costumes and we decided to shop together. Her ideal for a Mouse Songstress outfit is the type of flowing caftan ensembles that seem comfortable. And wouldn’t you know it, there was a guys outfit like that too.

I look like I’m a nutcase and I had planned on camo BDUs as my Hunter Gracchus look. But she seemed taken with this idea and nobody knows I’m going to be in this production so what is the harm. It’s hard to resist the chance to wear a cowboy hat.

At the first rehearsal we were pretty much the center of attention, our love for each other glows and our hip costumes had the others green with envy. One woman went so far as to leave to “pick up her children” and coincidentally had changed into a caftan in the process. Her body language was still tense around us, being the power couple of a group can be hard.






By the next rehearsal our influence had grown, all the cast and even the uptight lighting design volunteer Tyler had cowboy hats. Everybody was saving for caftans and the director and playwright were clearly upset, even though the cast was the happiest I’ve ever seen.

“For the good of the production and better chemistry…” uttered the Director.

I knew right away where this was heading, and sure enough the director dismissed us from the play. We went home and spent the evening waiting in stillness for the phone to ring and our invitation back to the theatre world.

Finally unmasking and ending up writhing in ecstasy.

This is a blog for the group, Blogophilia, entries on this topic can be posted until July 14th, midnight GMT.

(Topics show up on Tuesdays.)
Week 19 Topic: Better Chemistry
bonus points:
(hard, 2 points): using the phrase “For whom the bell tolls”

(easy, 1 point): include mermaids

A Cold Truth… (Blogophilia 12.4)


Tyler looked out the window. Falling snow in May, it just couldn’t get any better. There appeared to be someone out there, the moon was peeking through some of the clouds and sending down faint moonshine.


Well, returning the play to Minnesota was controversial but his brother, the director, had made a promise three years ago. Now they had to cast local actors and what a chore that had been. Everybody was happy with the selections except the Hunter Gracchus character. An attitude problem with the costumes again. Same guy, too.


Tyler picked up a piece of pizza. Sallon had ordered her favorite, Hawaiian, but all they had available was pepperoni. She always told him not to substitute when it came to following his heart. The pizza was a sign.



Between his heart and the moon, Tyler knew he had to make the call. It might seem like a broken promise, but the production needed the best cast available. The part for Hunter Gracchus would have to be played by himself….


Blogophilia 12.4; “Between My Heart and the Moon”

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2pts): include a caftan and a broken promise

(Easy, 1pt): mention Moonshine and a Hawaiian pizza

Categories: Blogophilia
  1. May 18, 2011 at 2:26 pm

    David so good to read your spectacular theater productions. It’s Lori aka Sonnet Diva. I had missed reading your blogophilia writes sending hugs and waving hi. Only you and those caftans LOL

  2. DJ Myke
    May 18, 2011 at 4:04 pm

    Tyler playing the lead himself, as opposed to Himself? Now, that is a serious case of following, if ever there was one.

    Getting this production moved to Minnesota was a brilliant move, one that should be made permanent.

    If you lose track of Sallon… (hey, it happenes), just look up toward the heavens, and there you may find her. Really. She loves the catwalk.

  3. May 18, 2011 at 6:05 pm

    Kafka? good man ! – Love how you positioned your pics – I can never figure it out

  4. Irene Melgoza
    May 18, 2011 at 6:11 pm

    Always look forward to your productions! : )

  5. May 18, 2011 at 9:49 pm

    Love the story line here! Groovy!

  6. Dahlia
    May 18, 2011 at 10:47 pm

    “It’s hard to resist the chance to wear a cowboy hat.” Actually, it’s really not that hard 😉

    And I am so throwing away my Magic 8 ball and using pizza now for direction…

  7. Marvin Martian
    May 18, 2011 at 11:51 pm

    8 points Earthling! 🙂 Such an imagination! Glad am I to see you post with us again!May the next be sooner than the last

  8. Chuck
    May 19, 2011 at 5:26 am

    The only good memories I have of acting classes are Cyn (meeting her and working with her) – it would be much better/safer to leave the acting to by brother.(Maybe I could be his stand in for any dance scenes??)

  9. Liam
    May 19, 2011 at 12:15 pm

    tyler as Hunter Gracchus well naturally lol 🙂

  10. May 22, 2011 at 4:24 am

    I’ve always wanted a caftan–I love them. Not with cowboy hats, though. 😉 I should totally get a caftan. I enjoyed your write!

  11. May 22, 2011 at 4:25 am

    I wonder if my comment went through?

  12. Dave Coon
    May 23, 2011 at 12:14 am


  13. Sallon
    May 24, 2011 at 2:32 am

    A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master


    Time Phrase
    00:26:24 Anyway, Kafka and Goethe have never been irreconcilable

    I’ve never seen this movie and I never will but the quote seemed so apropos

  14. Sallon
    May 26, 2011 at 2:43 am

    David II :
    I have heard that the feet display the level of rapport between two people. If a woman is comfortable, she will allow you closeness. Is that true?

  15. Sallon
    May 26, 2011 at 2:43 am


  16. May 27, 2011 at 11:01 am

    didn’t show up before

  17. June 6, 2012 at 8:32 pm

    ah the caftans return I have missed your writing David, and that zany blogophilia group. Give them all hugs from me

  1. August 31, 2011 at 1:25 pm

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