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Water: An Imaginary Film
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1. Using a dark yellow filter, the camera circles around a little boy and girl, ages 4 and 2, taking a bath together in a slow counterclockwise rotation. No adult is visible. The sound is completely natural. The 4-year-old boy is telling the little girl some nonsensical story about his favorite superhero. She responds with delighted babble. They splash. The girl starts crying and the boy gets mad. Fade out.
2. Fade back, still using a dark yellow filter now with a touch of pink, four twenty-somethings at Two Bridges—a young Indian rock-singer, two white guys—a drummer and poet—and fat white chick, girlfriend of the drummer, riding innertube behind outboard motored rowboat, diving in and out of the lake from the breakwall, camera circling them slightly above in lazy clockwise rotation. Canned Heat “I’m Going to a Party” playing softly in background.
3. Cut to camera being the dizzy clockwise vision of a torture victim who’s being waterboarded. Disembodied American voices mock and question him as he’s being drowned in dark blue neon light. The camera’s clockwise spinning rate increases. That Trace Adkins’ baseball song, loud.
4. Cut to camera using a medium clockwise rotation around two young men trawling for bass in the lower Niagara River just before dawn in a pastel blue color. They’re pulling in fish at an insane rate. One’s an expert, the other a neophyte. They’d catch more fish, but…Kitaro background music.
5. Cut to Isle of Palms (South Carolina ocean beach), beige filter with occasional pastel flicks specks and freaks, circling 3 young sailors and 3 young girls in lazy counterclockwise rotation. Music that of a popular local band: “Don’t Bogart that Joint Boy.” Fade to black…
30 seconds of dark silence. Then Mozart’s Requiem begins…
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6. Camera is vision of drowning child at Indian Falls. An electric green light filter. Camera spinning clockwise. Comes to a hault as man grabs the child and lifts it [the camera] out of the water. The sound of a child gasping for air, other kids playing in water, the man scolding the child, a woman, screaming, runs toward them.
7. Cut to suicider at Niagara Falls, edge of Goat Island. Mozart increases in volume with the rising sound of the rapids. Brownish yellow light. Camera focuses on objects sliding into each other, waterfall into the misty horizon, car into parking spot, people getting on commuter train, bird landing in nest, a man’s tongue into a young girl’s mouth, the suicider into the river…
8. Red. Camera is a PCB molecule going from the river through the Power Project, the turbines, electricity, forms transitioning into other forms.
Everything is silent. We can only hear the Requiem...
9. Cut to foggy blue co-ed adolescent locker room. The Requiem is finished. The sound of teenage bodies slapping sexually together, the moans, the showers, echoes, steam…
10. Camera begins spinning clockwise, goes down the shower drain, enters a charcoal dark color, speckles of light, the top of a tropical storm, spinning down into the terrified tenant of a mobile home in a trailer park…A horrified old woman…spinning around inside her head, listening to Dixie on her battery operated radio. The sound of something giving way, a loud crash, fade to black…
One minute of silent darkness…
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Bright yellow filter, quick counterclockwise rotation. Olcott, The Kingsmen, some Outlaws. Rolling Stones’ Brown Sugar. They’re intoxicated, passing around a Latina, while horrified churchgoers look on. The lake, spilling beer, micturation, vomiting, mud puddles…
11. Fading daylight, Wilson Boat House. Four fashionably dressed sales people talking about what they’re going to buy next. Camera circling them slowly clockwise. “On and On” by Stephen Bishop plays softly in the background.
12. Cut to Pale yellow/beige filter, counterclockwise rotation. A little girl takes swimming lessons in a private pool. She’s afraid of water. A woman keeps her head above water. Bird’s eye view of them. “Bye-bye Baby Bunting…”
13. Cut to clockwise, patio lanterns, night…man masturbating in hot tub. Get’s off. Lights a joint. Swig of beer. Under water, above water. Anus over jet. Accident occurs. Tom Waites’ “Murder in the Red Room.” Gradually, the light filters to deep red, bloodstained ether.
14. Cut to counterclockwise, green phosphorescent night. Seaman So-And-So in the conning tower of a surfaced sub at midnight, middle of ocean. At first, just the sound of gentle waves lapping against the hull. Slow counterclockwise, eye level, above, below, back up…play with distance and scale…gradually The Beatles’ “Across the Universe” begins playing. Play the whole song. End with the sound of lapping water. Seaman So-And-So tosses his spent cigarette into the sea. The last sound we hear is its sizzling extinguishment in the waves. Fade to black…
MOTHERS ARE GLAD
The charter’s details assuring privileges accept and celebrate other freedoms held by persons—corporate or otherwise—narratatively invented or otherwise unassailable, reacting instantly to three counts, and not:
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St. Assume, the ex-Jarhead, envisions precise details for the inked over craftsman. Ahmed’s hirsuteness is pubic, entangling now ergo then—hate with imagined hate in queer, toxic lands.
He claims justice for the bay, hot guys getting what’s cumming to them…ergo golden gates of mnemonic showers…While 12-year-old brown skinned girls are harvested for their hearts, lungs and livers.
Their mothers, bless them, are happy to share. Their goddess does not deprive them this beautiful sacrifice.
Elsewhere: The white boys get it.
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Assuming facets of the contract guaranteeing civil liberties can’t be taken to reject or deride other choices made by persons, commercial or not:*
Self-destructing messages reconstruct broken asses tempered by deconstructive lengths endeavoring pay scales apace with Saddam’s acceptably programmed use of people against people—imaginary and not or prosthetic—constructing intentional weapons that biologize chemical isotopes into depleting senses of mind.
St. Michael in Springtime is inking the forearms of lethal bodhisattvas who prefer their swords unsheathed, their women awestruck and their enemy’s head underfoot with the mnemonic acronym YAPA SOBB WMD (You are potential archangels, survivors of bloody battles, warriors for Mom and Dad).
Flames encompass the image—PTSD search and destroy adrenalin rush flashback. Juice for stateside boredom. Narratatious laxative for the spell hound.
*Though the persons themselves may be derided and/or rejected, with certain stipulations exempting commercial entities and their constituent interests, of course.
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A litany of the foundation, outlining particular facets of individual autonomy, will not be used to disallow or vilify other modes of self-rule maintained by citizens, mainstream or not, should one solicit a story from them without employing torture:
Ergo juxtaposing perfection for wilder moments when Castelli did not kill enough while still wanting to take names and other spare parts to enhance himself prosthetically. Regardless of his technology’s crudeness, claiming the dead walking among us are his pets, how putting them to sleep is his way of internalizing them, making them always present in our heart and mind, if not his, St. Michael’s confusion is shattering. How should one regret one’s most cherished activities?
Mothers are glad goddesses allow such strokes of giving.