Waking Finnegan

“We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our whole life is rounded with a sleep” ~ Shakespeare

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Monday, April 11, 2005

John Ford Dream


Long wooden building with saloon and 2nd story rooms for sleep 'n sex like in wild western giddyaps---I'm upstairs sleuthing through a monitor/camcorder and smallchatting with old 'colleague'---can't remember the name---John D. from long ago Culver City illustration gig? But he's thicker, older and dressed up in John Ford classic laconic cowboy duds. But what's different about him? Is he from South America? I realize he's 'authentic' and not acting. He's a real Pampas gaucho de Argentina who's slack-jawed staring and so I swing the camera monitor for a close-up telephoto bighead....he's got more wrinkles now. I want to ask him personal 'interview' Q & A---he claims he's worried about something 'back home' while point-blank burning laser eyes at me in judgement. Now I'm swinging fat boxy monitor from the town square folks back to 'John', and the monitor is flashing on-off. Everything is sticky and hot.

Later on I'm walking through porticos of a similar wooden space but elsewhere---I'm in suburban simulacra zone of western 'theme' mall, cheapened Robinsons Crusoe May Company Nevermindthebullocks cheapniz stinkperfumery---repugnant. I walk through more wooden fakery and then later I'm mercifully indoors lounging in 'ranch-style' living room. Mish-mash bric-a-brac and big wagon wheels---plastic palms with christmas lights rimming wetbar with lurid clearblue cocktails. It's a stage-set (like earlier) and I'm telling myself "all will be torn down in time" & "This must be San Fernando!". On a huge mosaic coffee table, scattered wads of spent balloons along with pink tooth-marked gum balls all enzyme spittled and air dried shiny---I'm now separating the real party balloons---fascinating with their cluttered little boyscoutish ship knots and chalky coatings...Ding dong! The door. Wrong place now. Wrong valley...I'm trespassing and so scanning the room for a quick exit. "I'm heading out through the patio where the coolblue kidney-shaped pool is....Kerblam! I splat into an invisible sliding window; now on my duff watching sheer sheetglass undulating over me. I scoot back some more. It's gonna come down.

16 Comments:

Blogger transience said...

sheer sheetglas undulates over me all the time. it's so hot here, everything melts and becomes a shiny, shimmering, splendid mess of lime and crystals.

4:37 AM  
Blogger Jennynyc said...

Sounds like a nightmare, very scary!

5:54 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Transience> sounds much like a splendid ice-filled tropical beverage.

2:38 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

jennynyc>It wasn't really so much scary as it was oddly familiar; especially the second space of the building transforming from 'set' into 'real' ranchstyle Valley home. Deja vu is mixed into the dream drink.

2:41 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

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3:40 PM  
Blogger transience said...

with the umbrellas.

6:45 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

...operable parasols with tiny flower designs

7:47 AM  
Blogger transience said...

i love your attention to detail. take me with you.

3:26 AM  
Blogger black swan said...

you should drink more and dream less

5:46 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Black Swan, are they mutually exclusive?

7:23 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Trans, there used to be a restaurant in L.A. that I LOVED going to as a young boy. It was called Kowloon, and offered up the full-blown TropicalypsoKitch I may be swooning for.
Parasols, tiny ankle-twisting baby foot bridge and koifish moat with outerspace plants and lighting that has surely been stolen from any number of celluloid specialists who frequented the place at lunch (it wasn't too far a stone's throw from Culver City Studio lots).

There's more to the term 'mixed drinks' than meets the eye, I promise you.

7:30 AM  
Blogger Gothamimage said...

Sounds like my factual blog posts.

7:33 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Black Swan, you'd better be careful. Check out what I found: http://econyalie.blogspot.com/2005/01/how-to-kill-black-swans.html

7:33 AM  
Blogger Gothamimage said...

Thanks for the post and the link to China. Yes, China well be very exciting for some time to come. The Middle Kingdom is waking up. But I had to delete the post, because the link you dropped off was screwing up my HTML fonts on my blog page- ite was breaking it up. But thanks anyway. By the way, that Transience picture is crazy.

8:49 PM  
Blogger finnegan said...

Whisperingcampaign, sorry so so sorry about karate chopping your page. This code-oddity stuff never ceases to amuse me. I don't mean that in a positive sense either.

10:11 PM  
Blogger Gothamimage said...

Thanks for the post-you really snagged John. That comment really got to him. Woody Allen used to be great, eh?

12:11 AM  

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