Collumnaded ruins domino. Canvas the town and brush the back drop: are you acting brother droog? The die it is cast and the curtains are raised, the stange is set for a grand army and the Prince: places everbody, places. We’re just waiting for Guffman and then we can start.
Been watching Coppola’s Dracula movie and now I realize that if I can’t get Max Von Sydow to play M. Tristan,Gary Oldman plays a good old man….names being destiny and all. That would make Conrad happy and relieve me of the burden (yeah good chance of getting him… but it’s nice to have options even if it’s all in the mind as George would say in the Yellow Submarine).
Here is a sort of smashed wall mirror solliloquey that resembles The Unbearable Lightness of Being pictures, or maybe Tommy… but really it’s Hamlet as played by a green tree gnome (me) which begs the question: whatever happened to Noam Izenberg my old college room mate… and near as I could tell the only one who survived that Dead show with a smile on his face and an untorn ego… but his set and setting were better prepared.
All art is a cracked mirror in which to read reality…I don’t know who said that… maybe I did as part of my course on Ulysees and Picasso.
I’ve come all of these years from my Hollywood highes, I’ve stiffened my legend, the films that I’ve made. Forget that I’m fifty cause you just got paid. Suck baby suck, give me your head, before you start professing that you’re knocking me dead….ooooooooo.
