Scene 9 Blat! Goldy where are you? What have they done to you now? And when he woke up a slave in the salt mines he had to invent other realities. As the brutal separation was too great. He struck the walls of Potosi over and over again. He plotted away. His escape his mutiny his raising of an army and marching … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 9
Scene 8 What were these poems about, besides my won suffering of course, they were a therapeutic parlor trick. I’m not sure very many anyone likes them, maybe not even Oleg the Bear, my absconded former droog and moral patron, no, the poems served my cause poorly, she could barely tolerate them, and when the love was a more fleshy thing, a more … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 8
Scene 7 Explained a young Avindav Debutelier, to the crowded and spontaneously mobbed crowd of mostly non-white Israelis, near the Techanama Gaziit. A most powerful, unamplified orator in Hebrew, Arabic, English and also Haitian Creole, which is similar but not the same to French, was he once a Haitian, is he still or did he just for many years take one to his … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 7
Scene 6 Raphael Ernesto Lynch Contreras has known for years that Sebastian was building an army, for they shared a social club, they shared many drinks, they shared a love for Russian women, they were friends! Raphael had done his best to guide him through his long affair with Dasha Andreava, but there was nothing that could really be done about that. Sebastian was … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 6
Scene 5 As the rough and frigid waters overtook me, no, I saw no white light of god, I saw my feral Slavic goddess. Mocking me? Rooting for me boldly? I could no longer actually tell. For a cold and flowing liquid salt deluge would perhaps soon inundate my trachea. Goldy, should I call you that in public, cheapen you a little with banal … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 5
Scene 4 Strong Island, oh how your beaches become more cared for and more picturesque, the farther from the dark masses we go! Unmitigated, crisp dunes of unsoiled sand. I have been out of the hospital for just under a black two months. I have been trying to put my life back together, as elegantly as possible under these shall we say, conditions. … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 4.
Scene 3 My name, embattled comrade, is Valentina Stanovova. I have blond hair and a smug, blushing baby face. I proudly a daughter of Dmitrograd, which is now minus one. I am not an architect per say, but I possess a body of certificates vouching admirably for my acumen in engineering and my useful gifts in fine arts and technical drafting. I have been … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 3
Scene 2 I call out for her still into the death of a black ghetto night. I will tell you know now, most dear tovarish, a story of our times. For if in the past I have written you of things that were and things that also could be; of fanciful alternate lives; or perhaps of wars or magic beyond your range of site … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1, Scene 2
ACT ONE: The Brunette in Grapes Prelude Brooklyn, New York, U.S.A. Hold your breath. Breath smoke in if you must, you have to push yourself man, and you have to see things, make connections where you’re not totally sure they exist. You have to count down, you have to blink. To squint, break your knuckles and bleed maybe, bleed in … Continue reading #That Night, Act 1 Pro.
#That Night Brunette in Grapes & Other Russian American War Stories Written By Adler S Walt Dedicated to Natalia Abashkina Characters: Valera Adonaev, a Chechen patriot, Dasha Andreavna, courtesan of Penza, Benny Adonaev, Spanish smuggler, Viktor Dragan, East German spy, Valentina Stanovova, a Russian architect, Salvatore Caminiti, Sicilian gladiator, Natalia Abashkina, expensive supermodel, Dmitry Khulushin Koch, a villain, Avinadav Debutelier, Commander … Continue reading #That Night, Prelude