Material
Something to say that’s new… His plaid jacket that smells like old cigars and a black bow-tie stiff with his sweat, the comedian flips through his cards looking for a bit that he can do on this tiny stage with tinny sound that won’t cast him as a hack…
…which he is…
If only, if only, he had something new to say. Crack a joke about the polyester of his pants, be clever and self-deprecating, but no, not for this crowd who just flew in from Paris, and boy are their arms tired.
He’d give his life for new material.
beautiful, beautiful. i love it i love it. and the other one, good cookie.
Hm. Lovely post. I used to write quite disconnected-ly as well, but I don’t practice as much. Wonderful!
Great imagery!