Philip Gaber : Writing

9/11

9/11

A Poem by Philip Gaber


A flag was raisedand the pope puthis hand to hisforehead.An oldman cried into abouquetand candlesstayedlit on a sidewalk.A young woman keptfeeling her..
on this very troubled afternoon

on this very troubled afternoon

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Between summer’s mist and winter’s rain,the faceless, voiceless mourners recede into yesterday’s succor,engulfed in the waves which ..
i wanna make an art-house film for an art-house crowd

i wanna make an art-house film for an art-house c..

A Poem by Philip Gaber


I wanna make an art-house film for an art-house crowd.There'll be no emotional climax, and it won't reach a clear conclusion.It'll be a fractured stor..
jet lag, loneliness and adrenalin

jet lag, loneliness and adrenalin

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Wherever he went he drew brazen stares.Rebellious, uninhibited character.Never wanted more than a conquest,never told a girl he wanted to have a relat..
such a fine line between homage and plagiarism

such a fine line between homage and plagiarism

A Poem by Philip Gaber


They say writers areshameless sons-of-b*****s,filled with hubris.Or maybe it was justNorman Mailer, who used to say that.I dunno.Anyway, I got a littl..
private paradise starting to fall apart

private paradise starting to fall apart

A Poem by Philip Gaber


Ishuffled the streets,searching for sustenance,pleading for redemption,petitioning the worldfor some compassion,a small heroic gestureof tenderness;an..
the artistic process is shady and subtle

the artistic process is shady and subtle

A Story by Philip Gaber


I'd be off to the nearest bar drinking something the bartender had perfected in a test tube in the backroom, where he mainly saw inside tradingand pok..
where nothing else was growing

where nothing else was growing

A Story by Philip Gaber


It was 1978.They all wanted to knowwhy I sat around drawing picturesof aliens and spaceships and readingR. Crumb comics instead of studyingor making f..
i've seen it ruin many a man

i've seen it ruin many a man

A Poem by Philip Gaber


So now what?Now that the press-on tattoos have all faded awayand those twelve proofs-of-purchases have been mailed off to Battle Creek, Michiganand we..
wrenched out of some familiar life-pattern

wrenched out of some familiar life-pattern

A Story by Philip Gaber


I never get the girl I like.I always get the gangly, angry girlwith guileless eyesand stringy hairwho has a tendency toward passivity.Or the gaunt, hy..