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Questions on Fame! and the search for “Inspector #9”—by Daniel Holland–2007 Nominee for Art Star of Lake County and Artistic Director of Comedy on Tilt
What is fame to you? How would you know if you were famous? What would that do for you personally, if you were famous? What would it represent? Mean? How big an area would you have to be famous in to be satisfied? Does the itch to be famous ever stop, have boundaries, or just…
“First Words,” by Daniel Holland
If I write about cavemen, do I need to go to a library? Or can I just say the caveman’s first two words? Fire. Wheel.
“Cleaning House,” by Daniel Holland
VACUUM SUCKS You know those little things in the carpet that try to hide? When you vacuum “hide and seek” becomes “hide and suck.” If you have a cheap vacuum, vacuuming becomes a hockey game. The goalie is under the mat. The cheaper the vacuum, the bigger the mat. As a kid I used to…
“Time Bottle,” a poem by Daniel Holland
I put my mind in a time bottle. Watch the particles of brain matter funnel down the sand trap called Time.
Shaking Hands with Your Heart in Your Palms–by Daniel Holland
“Don’t be afraid to put your heart in the palm of your hands and shake the hands of your fellow human beings.” –Daniel Holland
“I Am Gardener,” by Daniel Holland
I eat, smell, inhale, and cling to the dirt. I am gardener, feel my grit.
There is a lot of philosophy in these few lines. Yes, griping, comparing the shadows of the past. They do dog us, don’t they? I enjoy the image of you tanning in the richness of today’s sunlight.
As a professional griper, I take offense at the notion of needing a sun burn. You, on the other hand, get to tan! “Unfair!” she griped.