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Here are some copies of the second printing of my #MadMen inspired “Don Dreams And I Dream”.  Get yours, here


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After a fabulous, LIVE FROM NYPL I  got to meet Matthew Weiner, and I kid you not, a dream came true. #bestcomplimentever #madmen #dondreamsandidream

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Time out NY 12.12.14

Time out NY 12.12.14

Honored to be featured with these other great writers!  Thanks Tiffany Gibert, Books Editor,  Time Out New York

Read more, http://www.timeout.com/newyork/books/10-chapbooks-to-read-now

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Don has the authority and Peggy has the emotion, but that’s in the past. She wears the pants and Don is crying alone in his apartment. Peggy lives in the not-knowing, each breath a gasp. Don lives “in the now” and “the know.”

His failures are a ladder, and she climbs it wrung by wrung.  Her hands reach up but her feet hesitate to follow.

They are two parts of a stumbling whole. Their pasts, a splintered truth.

One small tear at an ankle, could bring them to their knees.


When Peggy needs Don, he is glad to be needed, but it is the needing that desires, not the work.  The needing is a haunt

Peggy asks, “what do I know about motherhood” and Don takes a moment.  He simmers in their intellects.  He lets her stew.

She looks at him:  “you love this,” and he does, but not in that way.

He loves what she is capable of.  She is Manhattan. She is growing and growing. Her arms are pulsing with the blood of the next century.

When they dance to Sinatra, it is like every childhood memory  they wish they had, except she is not a child and Don is not her father. 

There is a tenderness there, in their package of equals. 

Their sale is not dependent on their cleverness.

Their sale is not dependent on their skill.

Their sale is dependent on their love.


And when Peggy puts her head on Don’s shoulder, and the moon outside is wide-brimmed, their love is pinned in the stars of the city.  Their love is based on their independence.  They both only know one way, my way.


© Umansky 2014

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Oh Don...

Thanks to AMC for this fun app. I cannot wait for Mad Men.

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Thanks to David Blumenshine & Michael Seidlinger for featuring: DON DREAMS AND I DREAM in this amazing company on Electric Literature !!


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When Don puts on the Revolver LP it is like I’m back in my childhood bedroom asserting that it is not the 1990’s. When the Beatles terrorize his penthouse apartment, I wish I could sit on his lap and sing to him.  Don says, “Having a dream is admirable.”

He can drink all he wants, as long as when “And Your Bird Can Sing” comes on he promises to dance. Whiskey could do the trick. Those Drapers are pretty predictable. Drapers do whatever they want. Even if Don is an “ideas man,” he knows better than to say no to a woman.

Don says, “I was raised in the 30’s. My dream was indoor plumbing."

Megan says, “Don, You’re everything I dreamed you’d be and more!”


            Let’s not talk about my dreams…





I thought I’d hate Don, like everyone else, but I don’t.  I long for him the way kids long for the turning of the Ice Cream Man.  I hear that elevator door DING and I rise on up.


Sure, he’s troubled like the rest of them, but beneath that designer suit is a good, strong man. He’s a warrior.   He treats Joan like she came out of that goddamn Trojan Horse with the soldiers, all woman, all beauty and all power-hungry as hell.  She’s everything a man is and more. Don can’t plead with Joan; she’s a woman who’s ready to kill her darlings.


I know advertising is based on moments, but so is life.  Don has changed this moment for me.                                                         




When Don falls asleep on Peggy’s lap, you can feel the continents shift. He almost tells her she’s beautiful, but doesn’t, which is good, because she doesn’t need that from him.  When her number’s called, she gets gone.


When she gives her notice, he takes her hand like she is royalty. He is tender and sensual. It is almost erotic in the way he lingers there in the twilight of her moment. She is rejecting him and he won’t let go of her hand.  She feels his lips, not on her face, but on the top of her hand; her fingers; and her nails.


He is proud of her; she’s her own glory now. She’s got the guns and the ammo, but inside, I bet he’s thinking: I’ve created a monster.


Peggy resists all the clichés and wraps herself in strength.  She takes Don on in a way that children learn how to fight back tears.


This is tough-love at its finest.


It’s a man’s world, but not for all of us.  


© Umansky 2013

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The purchasing is natural.

People buy things to realize

what they value,

            and what they don’t .

Sometimes, people buy things to realize

the value of their aspirations.


Some aspirations are more valuable than others.





Take, Joan.

She knows her worth, and yours.


Take Peggy.

She wears her wealth on her sleeve


But, Don. Don, doesn’t have aspirations.

            He’s his own engineer.

He lives the dream.




Everyone is late for everything,

but Don is exactly where he wants to be.



Now, you’ll ruin your makeup. Pull yourself together.


There, there. He can’t please every woman,

but, that sure would be                       swell.



© Umansky 2013

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