The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.

You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...

Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....

In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...

I try to imagine their anticipation.

Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.

I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.

Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Sunday, June 28, 2009


Well, I guess I have to get over my fears of being a boring talking head in a movie. I have been writing skits, plays, stories, etc... for a long time, and the general rule with me has been that two characters sitting there talking all the time is fine in conversation, but not in a movie, story, etc... There has to be a lot more going on, or you might as well be writing an essay. Metahpor and poetic language add something to the story, as do visuals to films. My first forays into video poetry, about fifteen or more years ago, turned out nice because I read short stories while the camera was focused on a fantastic art collection my old roomate had put together. There were soulful pencil drawings, etc... from all of these art students he knew. This dude started the collection in high school and really has them framed well, etc. The drawings took away my need try to make facial expressions and what not when I read.

Later, when I started going out and reading a lot in public, and then finally got my own show and learned how to read well in public (for years, I got so nervous that my poetry barely came off the way I wanted it to... I also studied under Joel Lipman who insisted that the words on the page should be read almost without inflection, so the words, not the performer, was the star. This has kind of been done away with in modern poetry, especially here in Chicago, where Poetry Slams are all the rage, and performance poetry often relies less on words than shocking subject matter and acting. The great few do something so well that their immitators come in waves, until those immatotors finally start doing their own thing with what they learned from their predecessors, and inspire the whole process over again.

So, sitting here looking into a camera and reading will at least make me a better reader. I do not sit around and watch videos of myself giving readings. I never listened to the radio show when I was on... until later, and I did enjoy it more than I thought I would. Acting all those characters, and some of the embarrassing shit I did, made people laugh but it wasn't always the most pleasent experience for me. Though when a show went great, like when we had a live audicence that was laughing their asses off, there really was nothing like it. The hit of the audience is a great way of finding out what is communicating, but it is also a great censor... I have never pandered, obviously, in my quest toward documenting the times and expressing my opinions.
My motto is, stay out of jail... other than that, fuck with the world in whatever way it make you... with love, or guns.

You will find my comedy toward the back of my blog, or

Google John Scott Ridgway for other works.

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