Archive for October, 2003

October 20th, 2003

» Berlin

I haven’t posted anything in a while, and I really don’t have anything to say at the moment, so I’ll give you the old creative writing cop-out.

Berlin

The lion lying in the
Pergamon, stone-faced and
sleeping in this split city
does not dream of
east/west
nor think of knitting scars,
cranes,
construction,
but recalls the sun and
the fierceness and having
his knuckles where daisies are carved
bathed in blood and milk.
He is a stolen deity
and their now-native god
Guilt
is (here) so much bigger,
fat and feasting,
that the lion closes his eyes against them
and dreams by the broken blue promenade
of Babylon.

October 10th, 2003

» I hate movies

Today (or, well, yesterday now) sucked. Woke up with a headache. Went to creative writing, where we watched this bizarre as hell movie narrated by Jack Kerouac — something about pulling daisies? I forget. Anyway, usually it’s all cool to watch movies in class, but I already spend four to six hours a week watching movies in class, on Tuesdays and Thursdays no less, and this movie was strange. I’d already had my fill of strange movies — Tuesday we watched “Change of Habit”, a movie involving Elvis as a young doctor in the ghetto and Mary Tyler Moore as an undercover nun. Thumbs way down for me.

The CW flick was only a half hour, so that wasn’t so terrible, but then we had to watch this Zappa film in Film Musicals. “200 Motels”. Or, 200 reasons to gouge your own eyes out. Near as I could tell, it was about being a rock star on tour, which pretty much involved an extended acid trip and a neverending search for pussy. And a final scene which starts with you, the viewer, so very very happy this movie is going to end, though maybe still (like me) hoping something’s going to happen that’s going to make the rest all click into place. Only it doesn’t, and fifteen minutes later you’re still waiting for it to end, and it won’t. It just won’t die.

Though I gotta say, the movie’s one redeeming thing was the guy playing the guy in love with the vacuum cleaner. Or…the man dressed up like a vacuum cleaner. (I know vacuum cleaner man sounds kinda cool, but he disturbed me. Especially after his vacuum hose started spouting a sticky white substance that went all over his front.)

So, yeah. Don’t see these movies. Unless you already want to die, then they probably won’t do anything to you.