'Everything Is Going To Be All Right' - Derek Mahon
poetry/antipoetry & exploitation movies
by jonathan hayes
b. & i stopped at a local pinball arcarde, the kind that serves beer & food, that caters to an older clientele who might be nostalgic to the things of their youth, like pinball machines. we were on our way to get dinner for the evening from a local mexican restaurant. we had some time to kill so b. gave me a few tokens & in we went.
i found this machine
i picked it because i was a hot wheels kinda kid. the pinball machine reached back into my own memories of hot wheels cars & pinball machines but the machine here wasn't a vintage game. rather it spooked into the player's nostalgia of a time long past.
still, it was fun playing. senses on full as i put my fingers & eyes to the test of keeping that little silver ball in play. there was so much noise in the arcade that i couldn't hear my own machine. how was i doing? how much did i score? i fucking don't know!
still, i set myself against the machine & looked into its works
i felt like a hybrid of machine & man as i worked against the lights to keep the silver ball in play. my fingers became flippers. my body leaned into the machine. who am i? what was my purpose? how to stay in the fight of a system i could never have designed?did i do well? did i fail? the silver ball ceased play & became stuck in a crevasse of the interior of the machine.
waiting on the red light on the corner of howe ave accross the street was the 7Eleven anna & i were running errands & listening to satellite radio
'seven nation army' by the white stripes started & you know that bass heavy beat you can't help but groove to the song
well, it was then that we saw a street person a man in raggedy clothes crossing the ave dancing dancing dancing to the beat of 'seven nation army'
just as if we had planned it to be in our movie script of life how our life & the street man's synced for a few bars of a tune
& i said
holy shit! this is going into a poem!
here's to wishing all you boils & ghouls a safe, un-sane, & happy halloween! in whatever ways you choose to celebrate. i have taken the full week off to do nothing but chill out on the lead up to the high holiday. for today i will do a few chores & then prepare to greet trick r' treaters this evening. it rained last night. the temperature is mild & cool, & finally, FINALLY!, some of the trees & plants are turning on their beautiful fall colors. as a great sage once said, MAKE IT COUNT!
book of shadows: blair witch 2 [2000]
released on the eve of a previous momentous & consequential election, on 10/27/2000, this is a cash grab flick made on the heels of the previous summer's smash hit, The Blair Witch Project [1999]. yet, this movie has nothing to do with contemporary politics. instead, it focuses on a young man, jeff, played by jeffrey donovan [like the previous massive sleeper the characters keep their real names to add, what, i dunno, a smidge of realism?], who we see is a psychiatric patient undergoing what looks like dubious & flat-out cruel treatments. later we see him interviewed by the local news about the blair witch craze overtaking the small hamlet of birkettsville, md., the location of the original movie. jeff is an entrepreneur capitalizing on the public fascination of the blair witch mythos. he sells dirt from the nearby woods, replica stick figures of the kind the alleged blair witch, elly kedward, left in her wake of nefarious deeds etc etc. jeff is also starting the inaugaral blair witch tour where he will guide his guests into the blair witch mythos including the homestead of the hermit rustin parr who murdered seven children in 1940 under the alleged spell of elly kedward.that's a mouthful! at any rate, jeff's group includes kim, a goth with supposed psychic abilities, graduate students, & couple, stephen & tristan, who are writing a book on mythology & mass hysteria, & wiccan erica. the first night the group camp out on the ruins of parr's burned down house & party like it's 1999. jeff sets up cameras all over the perimeter & is continuously filming the group [because media literacy, videotaping, & the consumption of digital platforms is part of the blair witch mythos]. when they wake up, they can't remember what the hell happened & everything they brought, including jeff's cameras, & stephen & tristan's research materials, are destroyed. kim, the psychic, tells the group that the videotapes are buried under a wall of the remaining structure. jeff removes a few stones, reached into the earth, & there they are!
did the blair witch cause such havoc? or were these young people too wasted to remember their own destructiveness. jeff guides our group back to his pad, a converted factory bought from the city for only a buck!, to find out what's on those tapes. do they find out? since we are nearly into the third reel & have a bit more movie to go the short answer is kind of. because according to the blair witch mythos she can command & manipulate time, & space & reality. jeff & co. are in for a wild ride.
director joe berlinger keeps the pace tight & the action taut with a budget that was vastly larger than the previous summer's sleeper hit. this film is made in a turn of the millennium style that used a lot of nu-metal & metal bands on the soundtrack, as well as a sort of plasticized sheen in the photography & editing. really, this movie was made before the world turned into whatever we call our present day now. pre-9/11? again, i dunno. but the overall look, sound & feel of this flick reminds me of other like kinds of turn of the millennium movies such as the remakes House on Haunted Hill [1999] & 13 Ghosts [2001] etc etc. this is a fun flick for what it is doing. is it scary? depends on the viewer, of course. but me, i really enjoyed this pic. i have a soft spot for cash grab movies & sometimes the sequels of films can be even more entertaining than the original movies.
but hell, just as this movie was released right before the election of 2000, which means diddly of course, i can't help but note the timing of my watching this movie, again. what the hell does that all mean? nothing. really. for i neither can predict the future or take for my guidance of future days by the movies that i watch. why bring that up? because i am surprised, again, how quickly 24 years have passed since the release of this flick, & how much our world has changed since its release. no more. no less. the lesson? carpefuckingdiem! however, you choose to interpret it.
boo!