Kendall Defoe
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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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The Pitch
Every weekend… Every weekend we come out here to see them play and he does the exact same things. Has his hands up to his face and just lets the other team run past with the ball. All those practices and he just does not do a thing when the game is on. Four years of this and he still does not care at all about it. When I was his age, I was out there wishing I had a uniform and a new ball to play with and people to make me better at the game. But no, we have to come out to the pitch and see him just freeze in front of all of the other parents and stand in the grass, mud and rain like a statue. No way he is ever going to stand up for himself in this life, I tell you now. I can see what is going to happen with him when he gets out there and has to fight for what he wants. No fight in him and just gonna let everyone in the whole damn world tell him what to do with himself. Every week we are seeing his future, believe me. So pathetic…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
The Soft Bulletin
From a chance encounter and memory... I knew the name; some doubts about their sound and choices. From a listening centre (remember Tower Records?).... Hypnotized by Spider Bites, Bleeding Heads, Waiting for a Superbeing and Disintegrations...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Critique
Ten Un-nominated Film Performances
The WGA-SAG/AFTRA Strike has passed one hundred days. The box office receipts for both “Barbie” and “Oppenheimer” have been very impressive (Greta Gerwig is now the first female director to steer a film past a billion dollars in ticket sales). I have just finished serving as a volunteer at a film festival in Montreal, Canada (one piece about the first part of my time served is already up; will cover the rest of it later). So, I am thinking about movies, particularly, the way that Hollywood behaves.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Geeks
The Prince's Eyes
It is strange what you can recall when the past recedes, warps and forces you to reconsider certain moments. This particular challenge is a challenge. Do we really remember the first time we wrote something just for ourselves? There is school, where the pen and paper are put in your hands and you are forced to write about things you may not care about, or to complete assignments that mean nothing to you. There are the letters and cards you might send to your friends, classmates and family. And then, if you do consider it, you want to write or create something of your own. All art is based on imitation of some kind. But I still have to wonder why I wrote that piece.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Writers
