#20: An Ode to Ume-kun

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Aug 151999
 

Title: An Ode to Ume-kun
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings:  Nerd love
Notes: This is the *actual* sonnet #20, which I guess I missed, throwing off my bloody numbering at some point. All I know for sure is that it was written in 1999, probably the summer. I'm going to call it August, because that sounds familiar.
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#17: Daemon's Theatre

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Jun 021998
 

Title: Daemon's Theatre
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings: Mad-crazy theatre superstitions.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica #17. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. Calling it June 2, for my sanity.

Another true story, sadly… You couldn't flush the toilet backstage without it being heard in the house, and the stage managers kept bitching people for not flushing the toilet (not flushing during a show is policy), so we got locked out of the bathrooms for the entire run of the show, and had to use the audience restrooms in the hall. *shakes fist angrily*

Also, I don't know if it's as prevalent as it once was, but the theatres I was familiar with were horrendously superstitious places. You couldn't say "Macbeth" backstage for any reason; instead one said "MacScottishPlay" so as not to piss off the daemons in the lofts, who were the beasts that controlled the success or failure of a show.

I miss those days, at those times…
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#16: Run for the Money…

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Jun 021998
 

Title: Run for the Money…
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings: Author is a pretty pretty princess.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica #16. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. Calling it June 2, for my sanity.

This one was written about an actual experience I had, working backstage in the theatre department. The "head" in line 6 is the head of Costume for that show, which, looking back, I believe to have been Getting Away With Murder.

Some years later, I acquired that dress, when a totally other theatre shut down. And damn, do I look good in drag.
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#15: Ode to a Grape: An Exercise in Absurdity

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Jun 021998
 

Title: Ode to a Grape: An Exercise in Absurdity
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings: Crack. Fruitsalad.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica #15. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. I'm calling it June 2, for my sanity's sake.

This was written while I was having lunch in a pancake house that has long since been bulldozed to make way for a pharmacy.
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#14: Through The Plexiglass

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Jun 021998
 

Title: Through The Plexiglass
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: G-
Warnings: Crack. Fruitsalad.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica #14. May/June 1998. 14-17 are numbered but not dated. By the content and numbers, I can place them approximately, but I make no claims to the accuracy of the dates. I know it is after May 14th, when Frank Sinatra died; it's after Bonny Mad Charlie went missing — I have his parents names written in pencil a page or two before #14… And I can tell by the pen that 14-17 were all written on the same day. I'm calling it June 2. If you know me wrong, let me know.

This was written while I was having lunch in a pancake house that has long since been bulldozed to make way for a pharmacy. Line 8 is a reference to "Dogs Don't Go Moo," a story I'll tell later, when I start telling the Mythic History of the Wasteland.
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#12: Life is Bigger…

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Mar 031998
 

Title: Life is Bigger…
Fandom: N/A
Characters: N/A
Rating: T
Warnings: Envy. Abuse.
Notes: Ars(e) Poetica :: March 3, 1998. Yeah, so, I said something about 'my fault', in the last note. I wasn't kidding. The swishy Queen Bitch, over here, has had a thing for damsels in distress, and occasionally kicks over into ass-kicking knight in shining armour mode. Tits and chocolate frosting will no longer cause me to extract you from your shitty relationship, beat up your boyfriend, and then buy you breakfast.
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