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Directors Martin Scorcese and Alfred Hitchcock have made some of the most memorable and influential films in American Cinema. With the majority of his work being made during Hollywood’s Classical Era; Hitchcock eventually became famous for the signature stylistic and thematic elements seen in so many of his pictures--like camera technique, casting and music. During …
I’ve seen the Exorcist 167 times, and it keeps gettin’ funnier every single time I see it. -“Beetlejuice” While the genres of Horror and Comedy are vastly different from each other in tone, they might cross paths more so than any other two genres in American Cinema. Whether intentional or unintentional, there is an absurdity …
As the trains, they roll on by Ignorant of that gleam in you eye I thought I heard the whisper of the rain I turn around and the same passerby, gray concrete remains These tunnels, these tracks I might call home Though I heard somewhere, another light had once shone In a dream I remember …
Continue reading "Station House Blues (I’d Give it All For You)"
Reading some kind of wisdom from “The Four Agreements", written by a character out west who calls himself 'Don'. The emphasis on personal power, that great potential of the human spirit through a shifting of the mind repeatedly reminds me of Tim Tebow, who through an increasing number of wondrous comeback victories has led the Denver …
Los Angeles, CA We friends stood beneath a cold night and uncorked the festivities in a grand toast to the bare, wood-floor house out on Melrose and Western. --- December winds roll in and it’s that most wonderful time of year as Tim Tebow wins another game for the once hopeless Denver Broncos. He’s now …
Continue reading "(With Our Back to the Sun) Turning to the Snow"
Dear Victoria, Tonight is one of those nights in which so many things seem to all come together from the far corners of the night sky. I fasted for a day and have deduced that it does indeed lead to an altered state of consciousness. And I think it may be needed in today’s world. …
Tom Waits and violet roses. Man I want it all. Satisfaction is death and I crave the gritty night sidewalks of LA. These days I want to recall the old voices and heroes. Oh Tom Waits, you are such a man. The voice for the outcast and prideful soul. The observant soul that stares from …
Continue reading "I saw Tom Waits (he might have looked at me)"
Oscar Wilde writes this morning in the preface that art is a rather useless thing, but let me put in context. He says that we can forgive a man for making something useful as long as he does not admire it, just like we can forgive a man for making a useless thing if he …
A new venture now. Marked primarily with the odd choice of fasting. I feel the body changing. Refraining from the lonesomely romantic nights of wine and the typewriter filled with the hope of what might turn out. Frustrations weren’t from the wine, however. I want to produce more and that can only come from, I …
Some kind of boom has taken hold and I fear that it will not stay. But I do not fear the fear. Fear makes me human and in touch with the waves that surround the young. It is all ok and it makes me alive. I don’t know what brought it out. This must be …
It is so dangerous to go to sleep now tonight. The proof of love’s existence, if not its mere significance lies in the first recognition of daughter by a father or son by a mother. The first recognition that is born between parent and child. Otherwise there is no other way of recognizing the child …
Continue reading "Last Minute Revelations Beneath the Haze…and frightening"
Jude clings to the hope of the cross And wants to find the meaning of it all And he finds with passing years, and at every human loss He finds solace in the new day’s dawn In the eyes of those who kill to crawl In the children of the fall Bless us all your …
Ode to Ralph L. Marvin Tonight was rowdy, inside was calm The winds hold steady A festival in His palm Looked at the bookstore Some holy land for posing, aging, clinging intellectuals Looking like fishermen Their last disguise Twenty-first century prophets hiding Looking for some youthful eyes They’ve got some last words from the wise …
He's a simple man that gets drunk at night and falls on the floor gazing at his magnificent armchair. It was his father's before it was his, and his father's father before that. It has endured into this third generation now and Harold often finds himself admiring it more affectionately than he admires almost anything. …
Beverly Blvd., West Los Angeles Woke up at dawn this morning hoping to get a little extra work done but I don't know if I even wrote a page worth. I imagined myself kicking back in some cool breeze sort of dawn romance and typing away at the new story I'm working on, but no …
Venice Beach, CA Audition today for some print work in Venice Beach, which will be a first for me. These mornings in early November are among the greatest that can be experienced in human existence. They are best out in the west coast, where they last longer, for back in Florida you're lucky if they …
Hollywood Blvd. Stepped outside and noticed that my neighbor took the one little plant I had out in front of my door and placed it among the ten or so she had. She must've thought it was hers, or just felt so bad for the thing in light of the little care it had received …
wooooaaaa baby! Hahahahaha Thonight was a real gas and I hope to skip along the rain soaked alleys and green lit avenues in the western night beneath wondferul blue lit stars once more. Come with me baby and see the oppourtbniteeis that await us all. Kive your purple fog!!!! C'mon let me see it shine …
Studio City, CA I thought I saw Joan Baez in the parking garage beneath the Santa Monica supermarket, but it turned out to be nothing more than some woman who looked just like her. The air was unusually cold outside and it had rushed into the subterranean car lot via the escalator that peaked out …
Hollywood Blvd. Such a strange sadness to the night when it's spent in the quiet confines of your apartment, spent wondering whether others are in the same situation or are out enjoying the city and one another. Yet the greatest of these odd sorrows lies in the fact that the great day has indeed ended …
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