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Stuart's Vault

Clearly An Act of Madness

An Introduction

Here lies most of my writings of my life. I have put almost all of it here, save for a thing too close for family comfort. The beginning poetry and songs, the hackneyed short stories, the first willful attempts at drama, the playful short one idea or joke musings and hopefully the more refined, fuller forays in playwrighting.

There is a line at the end of “Like a Rolling Stone” by Bob Dylan, which goes, “You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal,” Far be it from me to question the mighty Dylan, the closest thing to a Higher Spirit that I have known, or to question this song which has repeatedly been called by Rolling Stone magazine the greatest Rock and Roll single of all time. But if I may and am allowed, I have always felt that the line should read, “You’re invincible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal.”

Because to show your secrets, to have none in essence, is to put yourself in an invulnerable place, whereby everyone knows everything so no one can harm you with anything.

So this site is for this purpose: For me to send my secrets out into the world. To release it all, to let it go, to put it out there, to be out there with it.

I am invincible now, I have no secrets to conceal.


About The Artist

The “artist” is an aspiring playwright and an aspiring drunk, which is very different from being a paper waster and an alcoholic…he hopes desperately and tells himself often.


(there is a knock on the door)

Stuart:  Yes.Detective:  Are you Stuart?  It’s Detective Jones, can you open the door please?

S:  How do I know you’re a detective?

D:  You can look through the peephole at my badge.

S:  The door doesn’t have a peep hole.

D:  You can open the door with the chain on.

S:   The door doesn’t have a chain.

D:  Open the door Mr. Caldwell.

(he does and the detective walks in)

D:  So you’re a playwright?

S:  I’m an aspiring playwright.

D:  What’s the difference?

S:  A door with a peephole and a chain.


He lives somewhere and eats somewhere and drinks somewhere and writes somewhere and sleeps somewhere and does it all mostly in Manhattan and has for twenty years.

He gets on.

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