I heard someone at the fifth avenue street fair yell, “Oh look a head of Ganesh!” refering to a tschoschke from India . “I’ve been wanting a head of Ganesh,” the man said….
I thought to myself, “Careful what you wish for big boy…”
And then this morning I had strange in and out of fabulous sleep dream, where in I was Goddard in the sixties directing an avante garde film in the Paris Metro… only I was also myself, self conciously doing a parody of Goddard in a Metro and also being the English director who did that film “7UP” where they say, “Give me a child at the age of seven and I’ll show you the man” and then in some great sixties, stoner moment of resolve, he acutally spends the next “every seven years” talking to these British kids …. It’s just a work of genius to me… especially as I play with time lapse and realize this guy gave his life to this project and has kept it up…. oh yeah, his name is Apted…. Michael Apted…. he makes fiction films too…. but that’s not the issue.
There I am, Goddard/Apted, in the metro making a secret documentary… in other words, no one knows I’m making a film… I’m using my actress girlfriend, myself, and the metro crowd as actors and simply surveilling the scene with a digi camera.
Anway, I think we’re all talking about Terrorism and Don DeLillo and trying to engage civillians in the dialogue and I go up to this Asian (Indian/Pakistani) man who seems to be a hair lip, but on closer examination you see that his nose is distorted like an antisemetic Gollum cliché…. but as I speak with him I realize it’s not a hook nose, but an Elephant nose that he has curled up into his mouth to look more human. He is Ganesh, or at least the Elephant Man. And then I was David Lynch making a documentary about Goddard one day in the sixties making a film…. I think it was Bande Ã¥ Parte and Michael Jackson is trying to buy the production and turn it into one of his seminal music videos… or something, but Ganesh wouldn’t let down his trunk for the production, no matter how much we asked and then Goebbels walked by, speaking of propaganda…
