Tuesday, February 27, 2024

hollywood high [1976]

i must have a hole in my head.  i watched this flick to the end credits.  & i am dumber for it.  not that you would expect a mid-1970s teen comedy to be high art.  this flick was made for a couple of bucks & features the exploits of four teen girls, & their dudes, who attend, you guessed it!, hollywood high.  so what do these kids do when they are not studying french & algebra?  frolic on the beach of course!  lots of skin exposed.  lots of crude jokes.  lots of plain dumb fun.

because, sure this movie is inept.  directed by patrick wright, who had a long career in drive-in cinema, he sure liked to let his cameras roam!  i mean roam!  when the girls go into the surf to play the camera is right there with them.  in the surf as if it too was wrestling with our comely stars.  there's no focus, no framing of the scene, no shots at all for we the viewers to get a sense of the kinetic fun of the girls in the surf or if the camera was set to leer at sexy women.  it's a mess!

& yet still, i powered thru these scenes for the actors, as clumsy as the non-script was, seemed to be having a blast.  the plot involves the girls assisting a silent-film era star, ms. june east, a mae west type character [har har!  her name!] who owns a mansion in the hollywood hills.  the girls & their boyfriends have no private space to get it on.  so they ask ms. east if the can take 'acting lessons' in exchange for them using her many rooms to romp with their boyfriends.  

that's it.  for comic relief is a cop who frequently gets lost on the streets of hollywood & so needs a map as he chases the girls as they drive around town.  there's a food fight too at an italian restaurant.  that looked really yummy  the kids often hook up en masse so there is confusion galore regarding what body part belongs to who.  everyone is randy.  at the nth degree.  

all that beach sand on bare skin!  oh my!  i kept itching for the characters onscreen!  but as the movie wore on director wright began to achieve a kind of kitchen sink surrealism that won me over.  the movie was still inept in its construction.  yet the actors seemed to be having a blast.  plus the young women were sexy in a drive-in exploitation movie 1970s california girl kind of way.  it helps too that the print i watched was grainy, scratchy, with a bit of artifacting.  precisely the kind of film conditions you want to see when you watch a flick like this one.  a pristine restoration of the print would ruin the drive-in movie experience.  

are there better movies?  you betcha!  even cheap fare like the latter pic van nuys blvd [1979] is a sterling example of an excellent drive-in movie.  but why compare films.  citizen kane [1941] this is not.  after the first reel if you keep on going you have no one else to blame but yourself.  

Thursday, February 22, 2024

another day

sliding
on the 
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r/ant

a rant on an ant
an ant on a rant

an ant on a slant
on a rant on an ant

Monday, February 19, 2024

Humorous Coping in the Anthropocene

 photo by jonathan hayes/oakland, ca


Wednesday, February 14, 2024

this song is dedicated to anna & nick

this wonderful tune was on rotation of the satellite radio sirius/xm.  the channel. Chill, specializes in downbeat house & other subgenres of lo-fi EDM.  indeed one of my favorite EDM artists, nora en pure, hosts a weekly radio show on Chill.  at any rate, this was the song that i was listening to a lot in 2019.  before the pandemic.  i'd often hear it when i drove nick to school in the morning.  it is obvious to say that our world has changed since 2019.  but there is something special to me in this song.  earnest.  plaintive.  endearing.  emma hoet sings with a sincere vulnerability.  whatever the reasons this is a tune that has held me in place for about 5 years now.  it is one for love.  & peace.      

a proclamation

on this rainy day of the middle of the week
& because st. valentine made it a day for love
demands a hug & kiss for your honey 
a few chocolate chip cookies 
& a slice of banana bread!

Sunday, February 11, 2024

poetry on the radio

as whitman said in his Leaves of Grass, do i repeat myself?/very well i repeat myself!  well, if he didn't say it that way the good grey poet oughtta!  at any rate, anna & i took advantage of super bowl sunday to do a little shopping at a local nursery.  it was an early spring day & the tho spring hasn't fully sprung we wanted to see what the nursery might have.  sure enough it had some really cool green things.  anna is the one with the green thumb with good taste.  me, i'm simply the muscle & the mule.  so when the game started - we could hear the jeers & cheers from our neighbors - i took a spade, a bucket, a pair of clippers, & planted the plants we bought in our front garden.  the physical activity was marvelous for both my body & my psyche.  

this is the digital age & as i dug into into the dirt i plugged my phone into this 2017 radio interview with douglas rothschild.  i've written about douglas before so it comes as no surprise as to how important he is as a poet to me.  his book theogony [subpress; 2009] is an important book to me.  when WCW claimed that it is difficult to get the news from poetry but many men [& women] die every day from lack of what is found there he might've had douglas in mind.

here in this interview conducted by fellow poet chris funkhouser douglas reads from his chapbook The Rembrandt School School of Poetics.  trust me!  it's freaking great!  so please plug in, turn on & dig douglas at his prime.

click below por favor!

https://wavefarm.org/wf/archive/qpsr85

Thursday, February 08, 2024

dylan thomas-esque anti-prayer

i'd rather be a small-press poet
living off of guile & beer
& live music & really bad movies
& love of my friends 
& my beloved family
esp. anna & nick
forever & ever
amen