Thursday, June 24, 2010

What Are You Gonna Do in Budapest Willy?

people ask the question, if you could be anywhere in time, where would you be? People ask if you could be anyone who would you be? People ask if you could invite anyone to dinner who would you invite? well my answer to all three of those is, I'd backtrack to the early 80's New York City. Who would I be? John Lurie or Jim Jarmusch. both of them are tall and stupid looking like myself, but I think i'd be Jarmusch. and My acquaintances would be my friends around me. and who would i invite to dinner? I wouldn't need to invite anyone. I'd be getting the invitation. To Andy Worhol's place for a birthday party. I'd be sitting there, next to my friend John Lurie and he would introduce me to his good friend, Tom Waits. I'd walk up to the birthday boy Jean-Michel Basquiat, give him a hug and say how happy I am to see him, despite our earlier conversations over tea, diving deeply into subjects of art, French New wave and how funky his dreads usually are and how conspicuously grey my hair is for such a young man. That night, I'd sip at box wine and do god knows what, but I'd meet another guy that night who speaks no english and I speak no Italian so we'd communicate in broken French, Roberto Benigni and I would strike up an instant bond and our lives would move onward forever impacting one another and working together often in the future. Tom Waits would play us a song and we would laugh over burban and cigarettes, while andy talked endlessly with me about different ideas he has for future films and well...just the future in general. We would end the night in typical fashion....pot, discussion, love and nudity.
This really is all a shrivled fantasy filled with alot more people but there is never enough room to explain anything like that to you or you or you. Now this night did really happen, but who knows how it actually went. But i feel like those may be my people. Usually each character in my fantasies represents a friend or foe or lover, but in this one everyone repesents me, because I'd be too jealous if anyone was any of those people. We live to create and that is what one does, they go through the process of creation, whether it is a child or a job or romantic whim or a painting or oral pleasure, we create we craft the portriat, the orgasm, the homerun, the thriple double. We craft love and beauty in the ugliest of ways. I want to craft like all these men did and I will craft.


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