INT JABBERJAW - NIGHT
ACTORS, MODELS, ROCKERS, GRUNGERS, PUNKS, ADDICTS, and other
I will talk to you of art, for
there is nothing else to talk
about, for there is nothing
else...life is nothing but
homeless traveler on the RTD
Burn gas on the freeways, and whip your
sour cream of circumstance...flip at
your channels and plod at your monitors...
Creation is, all else is not...
what is not creation is meatless
sausage, and rice cake, let it
cellular phone -
canvas is a canvas or a painting, a
rock is a rock or a statue, a sound
is a sound or it is music, a preacher
Where are John Joe Jake Jim Jerk,
dead dead dead, they were not born
before they were born, they were not
born, where are Leonardo, Mozart,
were born -
Bring on the multitudes and the
multitude of fishes - feed them
that you will be satisfied,
nourish the artist, stretch their
skin upon an easel, crush their
bones into a paste, so that he may
mold them, let them die, and by
clay in his hands, that he might
form an ashtray or an ark - that he
might take you in his magic hands
of the artist -
The rest are blind fish, swimming
in the cave of aloneness- swim on you
and dream, of one bright and sunny
island - some artist will bait a hook,
and let you bite upon it, bite hard, and
In his stomach, you will feed
Walter, what are you doing?
I was just looking at Carla's
Well that's not what I pay you for,
now is it?
Well I was uh, just looking...
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