rain rain rain but when i left work no rain a little drizzle lots of wet streets grisaille clouds against the inkblot black sky a night for prayer or maybe a little gratitude
Really Bad Movies
a bard's eye view of love, life and psychotronic cinema
Friday, December 19, 2014
am i the only one who does not comprehend the abundance of digital devices and how we have become tethered to them as if they were our lifeline? perhaps they are our lifeline. when i walk the streets of my beloved city i think i might be the only one who is not lost in the flashing screens of a phone. phone?! no, a computer that links us, well, everything and everyone.
still, one must adapt. i am thinking of getting an iPad that i can take it to bed so i can watch movies, surf the 'net, and do a little reading and writing on it. but even still, i think it is vitally important to allow some space and time for daydreaming and staring into space. the mind, the creative mind, requires empty time. i love my walks because i can daydream. or not. i try to do a walking meditation. often a song, or songs, loop in my brainpan. i try to let thoughts come and go and not follow them. sometimes lines of poems arrive, fresh.
but even so, anna and i went to the mall this evening to finish up our holiday shopping. we have not been to the mall in a year or two. i go to the barns & noble bookstore on the other end of the parking lot a lot. it is on the only commercial bookseller left in the area. the mall on the other hand is huge and located in another, larger, building.
holy shit. inside the mall, navigating thru the crowds, seeing the video monitors, security on segways, and l.e.d. lights clad on the side of an elevator that when lit up displayed dancing silhouettes and abstract designs, and people using their phones and other devices, i felt like i was on the set of the film blade runner. any moment i thought i would see deckard chasing down a replicant.
my has this wold changed. in such a short time. i'm not lamenting nothing. just musing and giving my impressions. i think the changes are fantastic. i don't know where we are headed. one guess, surely, is that we are headed toward hell in a handbasket. then, we are, historically, headed toward hell in a handbasket. like i said, one must adapt. the rate of change from an analog to a digital culture is headspinningly fast. mine is the last generation to be born in an analog world. what are we missing today? i'm sure a lot. what have we gained? a lot.
even so, i think it utterly necessary to turn off the devices and stare off into space. daydream a little. go for walks without a destination in mind. i don't mean to sound didactic. take this advice as the musing of a man who grew up without all this sci-fi culture. we dreamed about it. now that culture is here. and the rate of change is mindbending. anna wondered aloud what kind of job nick will have as a teenager. i don't know. for robots and automation will take over many of those traditional menial jobs that i did when i was a kid. this is a different land now. how shall we inhabit it?
Thursday, December 18, 2014
interstellar evolutionary poem written after watching a ted talk given by theoritical physicist brian greene
o starry night of the van gogh type full of cold violent mystery
after billions of years the stars will have traveled trillions of light years
that if one were to look up into the night sky she would see
but only inky blackness a vast wasteland situated in nothingness
nothing here or there and no where can we stretch our imagination
for interstellar travel but for a static void of utter darkness
Friday, December 12, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
the rover 
an utterly fascinating film. marketed as a post-apocalyptic movie this pic is structured as an old style western. guy pierce portrays eric [in the movie he doesn't have a name; he never gives his name] an anti-hero set upon the australian outback searching for his last possession taken from him: his car. eric is a man of no morals or scruples. he bulldozes his way thru the narrative. he is a man of violent action and little self-reflection.
but that is simply the surface of this movie. the film director david michod allows eric the space to show us his humanity. robert pattinson -- a pretty boy more famous as a lovelorn vampire who sparkles when exposed to sunlight in the twilight movies -- plays rey, the feeble-minded younger brother of scoot mcnairy, the leader of a criminal gang, who is left for dead after a botched robbery.
the gang of dumb-ass thieves steal eric's car. eric scorches the earth in search of his last remaining possession. rey helps eric find his car and the morons who took it. that's the plot.
the violence is thick and swift. this film takes place 10 years after an economic collapse. in the austrailian outback there is very little law and a barely functioning economic infrastructure. goods are purchased with u.s. dollars rather than austrailian dollars. but if there is a global economic collapse wouldn't u.s. dollars be the first to go? it is not made clear because of a scene when eric is trying to buy petrol for his car. the seller wants u.s. dollars. eric argues that money is just paper and is all worthless.
still, this is not a post-apocalyptic movie. it is a lawless film. eric rips thru the story as if he were a cattle rancher whose livestock was stolen and he will move hell and highwater to get his stock back. director michod is languid with his story. the violence is sudden and swift but the characters are given ample time to thicken with complexity. eric and rey form a bond. eric, it might be argued, thru his relationship with rey, rediscovers his humanity.
the pace is this movie is as spartan as eric's vocabulary and yet the violence is spectacular. the combination might put off some viewers. and yet at the end of the movie we come to know eric a little better. this is a fantastic movie. i can't recommend it enough.
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
life at mid-punk
my father is 20 years older than me. he will be 68 this spring. i will be 48 in june. for someone in their 20s and 30s the number 48 sounds ancient. perhaps it is. there is no doubt about it i am middle-aged. all a matter of perspective. age is not just a number. it is everything you are. when you hit your late 40s your mind might be telling you that you are still 25 but your body will start to ache when you walk those five miles a day. your dogs will bark, your left knee will sometimes give out, and your lower back will tell you in a loud squelch, here i am, motherfucker!
still, my old man reminds me that getting old is a privilege. previous generations did not have the luxury of growing old. just a century ago the average age of an average person was 42 or so. the average age today is the mid-70s. we are lucky to have the opportunity to grow old.
at any rate, i am happy to be a middle-aged poet, husband and father of a 10 year old son. yes, dig that, nick turns 10 this friday! i am also a gen-xer. now, i rarely think of generations as separate entities. i prefer individuals over groups. but i just read this wonderful piece about being a middle-aged gen-xer at the buddhist blog full contact enlightenment and the writer asks what you -- i -- might think about being a gen-x oldster.
hell, i still want to found my street skate gang for old-skool skate punks called SKEEZERS: skating geezers [credit goes to anna who thought up the name]. i am navigating oldsterhood as best i can. i listen to NPR and CDs of old hardcore punk like black flag and d.o.a. at work. i am tattooed, ears pierced and grey-haired, like many of us. each year goes by faster than the previous year. i can't imagine life not being a father. i am in love and have been in love with the same woman for 22 years. oldsterdom suits me, i think, like a glove. i just pray that if i have a mid-life crisis it takes the form of a skateboard. it won't take the form of a convertible sports car and dyed hair and leisure suits.
there are poems to write, books to be read, movies and TV shows to watch, and family and friends to love. as long as i have those things i am happy growing old.
Monday, December 08, 2014
The aim of the poet is to live to eighty
--tim atkins [on fathers < on daughtyrs]
Sunday, December 07, 2014
wherever you go there you watch TV
in a video interview of joseph brodsky the exiled russian/u.s. poet said that one afternoon he was sitting at his desk writing or translating and he reached for the dictionary. brodsky's mind flashed toward that gesture and he said to the interviewer no matter where he was on earth he would make that same gesture and that a country is only the extension of the space. brodsky, in other words, is a poet wherever he found himself. reaching for a dictionary is a gesture of centering the mind and the body no matter what the landscape looks outside the window.
i was reminded of brodsky's insight last month when b. and i were in an s.f. cab going to see slowdive at the warfield. we zipped thru neighborhoods and because it was a mild lovely night many windows were open. now when i travel i am less interested in the touristy places. i want to visit the local supermarkets and shops, the bookstores, the places where people live and have their basic needs met. where you buy your food matters more to me than a statue commemorating the local hero or founding father.
when we were in the cab i looked at the beauty of s.f. -- and it is a phantasmagorical feast for the senses and the eyes. i looked in the windows of the houses and apartment buildings. you know what most of the people inside their homes were doing? yes, that is right, they were watching TV. can there be a more ordinary, less dramatic, thing in this world? people were watching TV amidst the splendors of a world-class city.
TV viewing is hardly a thing to -- in the words of george harrison -- get hung about. and yet it is one of the most basic, homely things we do. watching TV does indeed center us wherever we are. in other words, no matter where you live you will probably focus your attention to a little, or big, blue screen. why do some of us when we want to change our minds and our souls need to change our scenery? if there is a republic i occupy it is the international republic of poetry. i firmly believe if you want to change your mind and your soul you must change your language. a country, or neighborhood, is only an extension of the space. i don't mean we should not cherish beautiful countries and cities and neighborhoods. i love the neighborhood and city i live in. sacramento, california is a place where i hope to die in. but whether i live in sac or s.f. or l.a. or nyc or paris or london it is still only an extension of the space. wherever i live i will still be a human being living in the international republic of poetry and watching TV.