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DEAN
M. DRINKEL I
am a short story writer, and was runner up for the 2001 Sir Peter Ustinov
Screenwriting Award for my screenplay Ghosts. My short film The
Imp Of The Perverse is to be shown at the forthcoming Cannes Film Festival.
In September I will be directing Clive Barker's play Frankenstein in Love
at the Barons Court Theatre, London. Twisted Souls, my recent poetry
collection, will be published in the States in May. from
POPULAR CULTURE MARTHA STEWART Domestic
Goddess Destroyed
by fire, but remade from Grass
and flesh. The creature dove Into
the sea. Dreamed of a world Where
no flames existed. Walls
of rock fell away when she Found
them. The molecules that Breathed
the very fabric and foundation Of
the world. Sound with her, in the Search
for Utopia. Her
scream. Muffled perhaps by the Waves
from the ocean, was still piercing Nonetheless.
A call to arms for her People. The
waters rose, then, with love, Took
back from the world What
was hers.
LIZA MINNELLI Icon Tastes
like fear. Intention of the mind Complete
shut down of the brain. With
each passing moment, the Process
for thinking, melts away. Models
for lifeless beings. Tears
of glass and more besides. Armies
with their hearts ripped out Their
golden headed leader: gone to the crows. Sandworms
and Minah birds. The
continual yapping of wounded dogs. Shrieks
of metal Bodies
covered in paper cuts. No
more blood, just water. PARIS HILTON Internet Star I don’t know that sound anymore. My hearing is dead.
Burnt by the Wailing of the sirens.
The shock Of the rockets and the missiles. Nothing but the beach is here now. The sand probably but not sand nowadays. Not yellow at least, more of a deathly Grey.
Silicone? No way. Ash! Rivers of blood and land of bones. Hovels made from bodies, piled up Against each other.
Mobile and Plenty of them, should they fall By the next wave. We cry ourselves to sleep. This is the world we created.
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