Albino Wolves

Had a lucid dream of you recently,
about five nights ago.

The insanity of it,
was that I know you were really present.
Your distinctive energy was as about as solid as that brick wall over there.
Since this was an actual happenstance, I'll spare everyone the brickabrack language that in certain circles, I'm no doubt notorious for.
I think I said your name in my sleep,
your very real arrival in my slumber had made me so incredulous...
Unexpectedly we ran into each other, shopping at the grocery store, in the vegetable produce section.
You still had a receding hairline but had
let it grow to your shoulders, tying it, only half back, in an elastic ponytail holder.
You were dressed like a drug dealer from "The Wire", you know, someone who has a surplus of money but doesn't really know expensive velvetine jump suits with correlating sweat-catching headbands displease Old Money.

But there you were.

Somewhere in my dream, somewhere in the future, where at first, I didn't completely recognize you.  So I asked for clarification.  I asked just your name, in a question.

You looked up, then after our eyes met, both of ours widened in absolute knowledge.

We laughed and made stupid small talk, that consisted of me making fun of your getup.  You mutter something about how nowadays you like to be comfortable.  Then for reasons that only are in dreams, you insist upon giving me $5.00 for some type of compensation.

I refuse your flaccid green paper.

Yet you insist.

It got comical.

Then you leave sulking away like an albino wolf.  Mistakenly identitfied as a sheep, so very often, that your stride is perpetually asshurt over a God that over looked an entire lifetime of miscommunications and mishaps because His design is supposed to be immaculate.  Lamely waving with your right hand, looking over your left shoulder, carrying a plastic basket.

I know how that feels, that type of asshurt, so maybe that's why we were so intensely connected. 

Both misunderstood poets.  Taken granted due to skins.

In this dream, you eventually came to my home, forcefully insisting I take this damn $5.00.

"No!  Get out of here!  How the hell do you know where I live?"

In this second part, I hadn't been so nice in the query of your name and if it was really you.

My dude was pretty pissed about your arrival and proclamation of charity and promptly kicked you out.

But after five minutes, you knocked on the door...

...and just left that $5.00 on my doorstep.

So now, as I vainly endeavor to write this, my eyes well-up mainly because maybe that's all love really is. 

A random gift of $5.00 on your doorstep.  Even if you don't want it.

DON JON, Despite The "Joisey" Accents, It Is STILL A Great Flick! - (film review) ***MINOR SPOILERS***

Good news everyone, Scarlett Ingrid Johansson can actually act and really did out do herself in the memorable role of Barbara Sugarman!  Joseph Gordan-Levitt wrote such an original contemporary screen play - if he doesn't win some type of award for his kick-ass directing skills, everyone in Hollywood is deaf and blind.  Exciting, multilateral, having a real heart and soul to it that's lacking in most recent film, it still manages to be extremely edgy, still brooding, still serious, so serious, it'll hold your attention long after the end credits have finished, thus I have to recommend it to any movie lover or intellectual.   

Really I almost feel like my tweet that DON JON is a mesh of American Psycho and Harold & Maude is actually kind of an insult to reduce it in that type of summation, it's that good.  I only state there's an American Psycho element to it because there is a strong focus on the fast food, shallow, superficial culture we're all so enmeshed in.  Practically drowning in.  All of our normally corporate spoon fed culture that's covered in a fine sparkling sheen of clear wrap, its contents still one molecule away from plastic.  Until everything's flavorless soul-food.            
Not DON JON though, it's a virtual buffet of soul-food.

Characters Jon Martello Jr. and Barbara Sugarman really do struggle against numerous plastic media enforced false fantasies about sex and gender.  It's a mirror on how we all struggle and what we struggle against.  But it all ultimately boils down to emotional porn, everything from the romantic comedies to the money shot.  Even physical, sexual pornography has undertones of emotion that pull a viewer into it, we can't discredit lust as an emotion.  Young boys or the generally ignorant often forget that pornography is just another form of acting and are responding to it emotionally in actual reality, and we don't even know what the long-term societal effects of this phenomena of easily accessible hardcore pornography are, much less what they are going to be.  Porn is fast-food sex.  DON JON also highlights on how often males are portrayed as having little to no emotion--which is not true.  And what is this hyper-Hollywood advertising imagery doing to the minds and souls of not only females, but of males, how is it affecting ALL of our minds and souls; what is it doing to the famous that are still endeavoring to connect to the rest of us on a very grounded human level?  Instead of being portrayed by the paparazzi as these untouchable demigods of wealth--why is it that the truly creative voice is needing to be self produced due to a stifling of originality by the traditional distributors?  Why are we reduced to shallow sexual shoppers, reveling in our poverty instead of questioning it?  That may not be Mr. Gordan-Levitt's intention behind DON JON but they are questions I still can't help taking away.

Some scenes were truly uncomfortable yet so insightful of the He-Man macho culture, like when Tony Danza (who should have gotten more roles, my God can this man act) mocked a mounting gesture towards Barbara behind her back, purposely directing her on where the place the casserole--or whatever it was--just so he could make this motion and have a better view of her ass. Danza plays Jon Sr. so it was really icky that the dad approved of his son's choice in women namely due to how much he wanted to bang her himself.  It was such a grimy thing to watch, but maybe that's where Jon Jr. kinda got the idea it was okay to be a serial one-night-stander initially?  (I was grouped by someone's uncle once, so that type of shit happens).  The other scene that was really uncomfortable was when there was this commercial on TV of this like almost nude woman eating a cheeseburger at this impossibly high beauty standard and you just watch Jon Sr. & Jr. kinda ogle her, while the mother and daughter, sister to Jon Jr., look impossibly miserable and put out.  That one moment said more then I could ever write about it.  Because that type of shit happens too.                 

DON JON speaks for itself, so check out the trailer below and what writer and director Gordan-Levitt had to say about the movie himself and hopefully you'll watch it, think about it, talk about it, hell, even write about it.  I'm also excited to see what Johansson will maybe go on to produce on her own after being involved in a project like this and of course, what JGL's next brainchild will be.  Put it in your queue!  ...what are you waiting for?!--Do it now!      

Oh yeah, and check out this "real" Twitter feed of fictitious Jon Martello Jr., it's hilarious.