storytellers and bullshit artists, laying foundations and walking on them, bricklayers and fake cowboys, cutting film and animation, fashion designers and movie stars, making time stand still in your garden, gamblers and dancers, collecting butterflies and exorcisms.
All of you of course: daydreamers, soul-searchers, fashion victims, bombshells, chameleons, intelluctuals, dumbasses, the strong and the brave, the noble, the weak, the buffoons, the arrogant, the childish, the problem- solvers, the delusional, the unremarkably opinionated, the tragic - well maybe not the tragic, the faintly grotesque, the pleasant, the kind of silly, and last but not least - the awfully naive. And ,again, if anyone knows deus ex machina let me know.
The Beatles,The Kinks,Bob Dylan,Early Rolling Stones,and The Velvet Underground.
All Kubrick, Cassavetes, Orson Welles, Roman Polanski, Luis Bunuel, Hal Ashby, Steve McQueen, and Marlon Brando. Any film with a garden in it.
Television is the shithole of mankind and should not be considered otherwise. Sometimes sports is the only redeeming quality to it's existence. This medium only functions on the lowest common denominator - meaning you as a whole. But I can not honestly blame you for it's content. You, the public, are like babies straight out of the womb; helpless, dependent, and hungry for nourisement. Any simpleton knows that if you feed a baby shit, it will love shit. It takes courage to turn off the madness, when so many hide from their lives. It takes stamina to go about your day free from popular opinion and aware of every moment. If you are hooked on it call someone for help. If you're too dumb to call for help, I'll take pity in the fact that you never existed at all except through the products that you bought in order to be justified.
So many, so little time.
Marlon Brando, Earl the Pearl, and Mother