“Shallow men speak of the past; wise men of the present and fools of the future.”
— Madame du Deffand
Monday, 15 Aug 2011:
Marooned in the desert, east of Las Vegas.
There’s John Wayne & Harvey Keitel,
wearing bolo ties & cowboy boots with silver tips.
“600 miles in both directions?”
“Duke tried to get rid of the money in Las Vegas. He blew it.”
Harvey Keitel is drawing a map in the sand.
“It’s out there. 600 miles into the desert.”
People are watching from parked vans & campers.
“Cut down every tree from here to Alamo!”
A crowd is forming.
“We’d like to have our share.”
High-speed heli flight.
Abandoned farmhouses & gas stations.
A derelict Tuscan manor.
In the library, a fireplace of mouldy green marble.
Harvey Keitel’s got Nicholas Cage in a headlock.
“Where’s the key?”
“I have no idea.”
Suddenly the floor dissolves into a soft gel the color of chili con carne.
They’re crashing through the floor.
Into a green marble bathtub.
“I’m drowning. I’m sick of it all.”
“Sick of – what?”
Keitel & Cage are covered from head to toe in chili sauce.
“The bathtub. The fireplace. The linen. The lamb roast.”
“Isn’t is amazing how Scorsese pays attention to every detail?”
(end of dream)
John Lee Hooker – Hobo Blues (1965)
Peter Bies © 2011