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THE MOVIES
the film distributor
had watched the film
and liked it except
for the ending
in which the good guy
and the bad guy
fight and the bad guy why
hes hanging from a ledge
and the bad guy lets go
and he falls bout a thousand feet
the big bad guy
grin on his face
just to piss the good guy off
says ìsayonara, sucker.î
and the film distributor
says to the film maker
ì'd buy this film,except for the ending!
It sucksî
how much would you pay for it ?î asks
the film maker, if I changed it?
ì5 million, but with that e
so the filmaker
calls the star up
and asks to film him punchin’ out
the bad guy so that it looks like
the good guy wins which
causes the
bad guy now to
faaaaaall
ìsayonara, sucker!î
and the film distributor
buys the film with the new
ending
for 5 million smackeroos!
Such is life & death
in the movies.
the good guy always wins!
& good and bad
are quite distinct
if the bad guy lets it go
it means he wins
&if the good guy punches
him in the face
then the film distributor
wins,
philosophically speaking
the world of film
is full of such strange
sorrows.
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THE DIRECTOR
he had run up to me
quite furious-îdo you
have a thng about covering
actresses breasts?!î
i was quite stunned
this being the last
night of shooting
& quite insulted
since my career
was on the skids
&
the last thing
i wanted to be known
in the business
was as a breast-coverer
ìi think of the human body
as quite beautiful.î was
my stupid reply and got
quite furious underneath
who did this man think he was
impugning my artistic stance
implying that i covered
the breasts of actresses?
on purpose?
nix.
HOLLYWOOD DINNER
the two actresses and the two
producers were having dinner
at this fancy shmanzy restaurant
in hollywood california
which is just south west of bakersfield
it was like 9íoíclock
and the maitre di was
appropriately subservient
cause they were big wigs
and the actresses were
very very pretty
and one of the actresses had
real big bazzomas that
spilt out from her sequined
dress and the other actress
was a knock out
and the producers were
pretty old
relatively speaking
and there was a lull in
the conversation
and suddenly one of
the producers
blurted out
with great conviction
“do something? do something?
yeah iíd like to do something!
iíd like to lay my balls on your
face!î
then
there was another
lull in the conversation
and
the other actress said
ìoliver,could you please pass the butter ?î
nix.
The Last Take
on the last take
of the last scene of the film
the director
who kept rolling a strand of
his hair in his finger
decided to take life
by the horns
and said to the beautiful young
actress
while she was getting
out of a car...
ìharrumph...aaahh,,,could you look
around some more...ahhh.í
and the actress
who was pissed by this point
said; “what do you mean by that mark?î
and mark
I think
that was the directors name
although i think
he
was making that part
up,said
ìahh...you know…ahhî
and the actress shot back
ìshe wouldnt do that mark
shes not scared!î
and then she did a second take
and she looked in a different
direction, but she didnt look scared
it was all kinda funny
on account the director
had told me he
had been a communist mole in
the 60ís,
supplanted by his father
who told him in a phone booth
in cleveland
one night; ìson,you are to be a
sleeper,i want you to infiltrate
the highest corporate
ladders and bring about the ruination
of amerikas laissez-faire policies!î
and the son being a good son
did
as he was told and
he went
to hollywood with a stinky
little suitcase,made from fine russian
cardboard and he started
to make middle-of-the-road
hollywood action
movies of the most
vapid kind starring musclemen
and
good public clowns
and he worked hard
to accomplish
his fathers dream
ìhow do you feel about it now?î
i asked him onceîi..mean the sudden radical
shifts...?î
ìwhat happened to all the dreams?î
i asked him ìyou know bertolt brecht
picked up his wares and went back
to east berlin
leaving santa monica behind
and the dark purple sea behind
,and hemingway, why hemingway,
why he advised young virile
writers to travel to the edge of nevada
and just toss the script in
over the stateline
and...and..î
but he wasnt listening anymore
he kept staring at the actresses tits
wondering if there really were big Xís
on her nipples
in the shape of chickens.
someday he thought to himself
telepathically
ìthe politburo will rule the world
..the
worker doesnt know his own good.î
Someday..
how do you rationalize all this?î
i asked him telepathically
right back & he replied
as though heíd heard, right back
if
a
man
isnt
a
Socialist at twenty
he
has
no
heart
if at 40, a capitalist
he
has
no
Brain
Somewhere the answer
must lie between
like marmelade
on two pieces of
very fine, ideological toast.
The Star
at 25 he arrived
in Hollywood
& had a poster
on sunset blvd
with his name
in big black
block letters
in no time
at all he was threatening
people in public parking
lots
ìif you betray me
so help me god iíll
kill you.î
he learned fast
later
with the night sticks
at his throat
he was told
ìwe dont like your kind
in this town.î
Erics Eyes
What had I done to
frighten him so?
looking at me with demonic
eyes the 2nd night of
shooting on the 15th floor
of a building under
construction with the wind
and the rain
aíhowliní
he says;
ìyu wanna try it
yu
motherfucker!î
somehow
i had impugned
his stardom.
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