I'm fucking up, just like I fucked up this photo. It was a perfectly lovely photo, but I wanted to experiment a bit. I'm not through with it. I have other ideas. But ideas are what get me into trouble. My ideas have decimated this blog. I have diminished its returns.
But I tell myself I am doing it for me. Still. . . .
I am watching this right now (link). You might want to watch it with the sound turned off. Visually, it is lovely. The entire thing, as far as I can tell thus far, is composed of recreations of Hopper paintings. Incredibly, they have done a good job. The colors are slightly off, but the lighting is almost perfect. The dialog, however, is. . . not so good. But I love the actors. They look as if they stepped out of a Hopper painting. She, fleshy and strong, he slight and wan. Other characters are right as well. I am only a third of the way through its, but I am amazed that such a thing was financed and produced. There are still miracles in the world. I just searched for "Edward Hopper," and after several good docs, this came up. It is just buried on YouTube, if I am accurate. I may not be, though. You may have all heard of it before.
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I finished the movie. It was a treat in spite of the music and the audio production overall which was flat and amateurish. But the visuals could hardly have been better. I may watch it again with the sound off and this playing.
For some reason, I can't insert the video, so you'll have to use the link.
I didn't really fuck up the photo. I just experimented with some ideas. It is leading me to more ideas, so it is good. I made a trip to the art supply store yesterday, and I have new supplies. I have plenty of good stuff with which to work.
I just need somebody with whom to play.
ReplyDeleteI watched it last night - heavily stoned - in the dark. After the Usherette vignette - I turned the sound down. I only put it on during the black screen news scenes. No bueno - the script - tries too hard I think - the dialogue and music.
BUT - I did fall into it. How could you not? If you have any inkling of a Hopper painting. I wonder what it would be like to watch it with someone who doesn't know Hopper - there are people you know.
Yeah she is perfect. I wanted to bite her skin. Just gently.
You'll find someone soon - or rather - they'll find you. If History is to repeat itself -which it often does. :)
I drove to Ptown yesterday - I was looking at the dispensary goods up there and saw flower called "Lucinda Williams." I looked up the strain and decided wtf - I mine as well take a drive. I wanted to smoke weed named after Lucinda Williams. It's the little things these days. "Car Wheels on a Gravel Road" was a big cruising disc at one time.
I picked up the G.B. Figuring he could probably use some time out of his bunker. He costs me a lot of money tho- he drinks cheap beer but a lot of it - and also those poisonous things - nips. And he never has any dinero. Oh well. When he is not obliterated (which is how I drop him off nearly every time - he is a funny guy - but talks over me constantly - so I just crank up the music - really really loud for a while and sing and car dance). That's why Tom wasn't crazy about he just never shuts up.
"It's company," I say to myself. But will need a good few days respite from the noise.
Provincetown was all face masks - all places. People were wandering Commercial - some shops were open - signs everywhere - "This is a Required Mask Area." Shit that town knows disease devastation - after A.I.D.'s I just went in to the dispensary and out - but had to walk a bit to get there - so got some flavor. The bars and restaurants are not opened yet.
11. Bumps River Girl, a scene
unsorted
tossed flowers,
the broken vase
sinner she says
when I bribe her with a kitten
her eyes soften just a bit
while I quietly clean up the mess
12. Bumps River girl, the scene after that
washing her neck in the shower
and I with drooled eyes
pestered once again by the kitten,
ask why
and she says,
the water making little streamlets
on her thighs
Oh my
she says watching my eyes
caricatures I guess
fake people? not in my poems I don't suppose
Steam got in my eyes,
I don't remember much after that he lied
I don't like people enough, I guess. I couldn't do it.
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