Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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Act VI, Scene III: A Fair Thought
His eyes drifted from Ophelia, set On a fairer maiden, Juliet. "Gams like those are like the sweet parting yams Merging as one fine, fair thought of Mesdames."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Act VI, Scene IV: "Somethynge Three-Way This Way Comes"
Rosencrantz and his faire frynde, Guildernstern, Did witness Ophelia's, by Hamlet, spurn; For counsel she sought warm comfort the same
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Journey to the Sun...at Night!
My first intentional "work," a script. It was a real production, my radio play, inspired by the Firesign Theatre. It parodied the 1950s SciFi space adventure B-movies, and in homage to them, included:
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Limerick(s) of the Week: So-what Laureate
There once was a poet romantic Who would drop names in meter pedantic The likes of Jesus, Nietzsche, or Freud Or deny even God to the void
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
The End of the World
The end of the world For me is you For I need not look Any further than you *** The world for me Begins with you You alph' and omeg' me
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Limerick of the Week: Anna and "Them"
There once was a governess named Ann Who lived with the King of Siam The children were born As Children of the Corn She survived by feeding them diazepam
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Hougoumont
After the engagement, they were in haste to bury the dead bodies. Death has a fashion of harassing victory, and she causes the pest to follow glory. The typhus is a concomitant of triumph. This well was deep, and it was turned into a sepulchre. Three hundred dead bodies were cast into it. With too much haste perhaps. Were they all dead? Legend says they were not. It seems that on the night succeeding the interment, feeble voices were heard calling from the well.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in BookClub
Dervish
Swirls of surrender to invisible axis Slippery sinews in rotational praxis Sibilant motion, flailed arms to akimbo And centrifugal limb, in retraction, collapses
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Amos 'n' Andy 'n' Us 'n' Them
This TV adaptation ran from 1951 to 1953 with African-American actors. It was taken off the air, genius comedy and talent notwithstanding, because it inappropriately presented black "folks'" shenanigans as white entertainment. Brilliant, yes, but it was that perpetuation of the us-and-them motif in media that inclusion needed to end.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Critique
The ÜberCollider
“Jay, the chronoton report?” “Right here,” Kubacki offered, moving to touch the datastrip to a thumbclip he was putting on his thumb. “Well, sir, it’s the proverbial good news-bad news.”
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Rude Awakenings
Last night my head exploded. No one was hurt but me. No wonder no one will sleep with me. I'm dangerous. *** Who keeps exploding my head?
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
The Whole Universe Is Against Me
He had failed his PhD dissertation. Who does that? It wasn't sent back for revision. It was just flat rejected. We regret to inform you that your thesis has been rejected summarily due to its irrelevance to any meaningful impact on the postgraduate educational environment, nationally or internationally. We suggest you change your advisor and choose a subject that is credible for any legitimate consideration.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction