Quentin Tarantino build his own dreams out of skeleton wires

 

Spaghetti Monster germinate
soaking in LCD colors
all actors idolize discovered statues
directors wearing the last coat of a burning star.

Impulses licking the buzzing winds
Movies speak like a foot obsession

Around media toes
cinema evaporates
curiosities wax strange glowing visions wanting

Their vessel cocoons hatch open…

Amongst giant theatres
5 films are being protested by Mr. Subconscious.
I hold the worm’s eyes at ransom
stay still and be careful not to flinch.

My neurons only shape-shift if I take 1,000 hyper-surrealistic acid trips.

I design film-making to be impatiently
10 disabled origin chipping literature’s —
Stinging you of its remote dust projection.

Tarantino produces dreams but not the ones you sell
to the corporate machine thieves.

 

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38 thoughts on “Quentin Tarantino build his own dreams out of skeleton wires

      1. I COULD SEE YOU WITH YOUR ENORMOUS EYE
        I WANTED TO CALL 911…. YOU SAID, “NO-NO”
        IT WAS ONLY STEPS TO YOUR SLEEPING QUARTERS
        YOU WERE SHARING A NEST WITH A YOKO LOOK-A-LIKE
        SHE LIKED MAGGOTY SOUP AND JOHNNY BOY LIKED SYNCOPATED RHYTHM
        JAZZ THAT WAS TAUT WITH LINEAR ANGULARITY SUPREME
        A LIFE OF BACKSTAGE THEATER, INTERCONNECTING RAMPS
        EXPRESSIONLESS SEX, UTILITARIAN AND NOTHING ELSE
        AVANT-GARDE SEX WITHOUT THE AVANT-GARDE
        DIALOGUE AND THEN A WET SPOT
        NEW MEANINGS TO TIGHT
        BURNING DESIRE WITHOUT THE FLAMES
        IMMEDIATE ACTUALITY
        THE GREATEST REALITY OF BEING AN ANIMAL
        AMOEBA-LIKE, EXPANDING AND CONTRACTING
        HISTORICAL SEEDS DANCE BEFORE MASSACRE
        SYMPATHIZERS AND IMPROMPTU CHEERING
        THE WOMB OF MEMORY EMPLOYED
        LIFE WAS PURELY MATHEMATICAL

      2. CHARLIE ZERO—-DANGER, TENSION, KINETIC INVOLVEMENT
        urgent immediacy with thoughts, insisting on its own unreality
        EDIT OUT THE SIZE OF THE BABY’S HEAD
        wanting to shake you, to start emotional meltdown
        ANCHOR YOUR SCROTUM FIRMLY—-PICNIC TABLE SAFE
        pain is often the death of a poetic thought
        EVERY NIGHT IS PROM NIGHT FOR YOU
        slapstick shoes, Charlie………..you’re making me laugh
        PUT AWAY YOUR VENTRILOQUIST DUMMY
        fuzzily-focused genitals in the gladiatorial arena
        ORCHESTRATING RIMLESS ADULT ACTION

        1. curling your lips, Charlie Zero—DANGER, TENSION, KINETIC INVOLVEMENT
          URGENT IMMEDIACY—have a baby in the taxi cab
          if you are filming this—EDIT OUT THE SIZE OF THE BABY’S HEAD
          NO MAN WOULD WANT SOMETHING THAT BIG !
          wanting to shake you, exhausted groans subliminal, you may be asleep
          HEY EVERYBODY, CHARLIE ZERO IS ASLEEP, nail his scrotum to the picnic table ?
          he’s starting to sweat, emotional meltdown is next, OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH
          LOOK, THEY HAVE REPLACED MY BEST FRIEND with a ventriloquist dummy
          he was wearing my best slapstick shoes now he has no legs
          THE RED MOUTHPIECE OFF AN OLD-FASHIONED PHONE HAS REPLACED
          MY MANHOOD—WHAT GOOD AM I ?

          1. sour grapes, Charlie Zero, curl your lips and join the cartoon cutouts
            DANGER, TENSION, KINETIC INVOLVEMENT
            get the truck up to 70mph and we will throw the baby out
            PRETEND WE ARE IN KENTUCKY
            laugh-track at reader participation
            THAT IS CORRECT !!!
            guilty of reading words—violence on the worst level
            WE ARE NOT TALKING GOLD FISH IN THE BLENDER
            I think it is all right……….just words on a screen
            CALM DOWN, YOU CAN READ GENTLE PABLO PICASSO
            think about a sea urchin in your shorts, swarming ants on the connubial bed
            THINK ABOUT YOUR HONEYMOON NIGHT AND WHERE YOU WENT WRONG

  1. MACHINE THIEVES ARE EVERYWHERE
    POSSIBLY THE MOST ROMANTIC ARE FROM KENTUCKY
    father and son night can be a blast
    YEARBOOKS HONOR HIGH STAKE CAPERS
    VOTED MOST LIKELY TO SNATCH
    PHOTOS OF FEMALES IN COCOONS
    MATH INSTRUCTORS FRUSTRATED
    EMPTY TAXI CABS BREED
    ODD LEG WARMERS
    DISCARDED TISSUES
    MUCOUS…..LOTS OF MUCOUS

    1. MACHINE KENTUCKY
      FATHERS HIGH ON TISSUES
      MUCOUS… THIEVES AND STAKE COCOONS
      MATH LOTS ARE SON CAPERS
      VOTED INSTRUCTORS OF EVERYWHERE
      POSSIBLY THE NIGHT BECOMES FRUSTRATED
      EMPTY MUCOUS CAN LIKELY TAX MOST CABS ON A ROMANTIC SNATCH
      PHOTOS BREED
      IT’S ODDS ARE A BLAST
      YEARBOOKS OF LEG
      FORMER HONOR FEMALES
      DISCARDED BENCH WARMERS ON HOW TO PLAY WITH 404 ERRORS

      1. PLAUSIBLE PEOPLE IN LINE AT STARBUCKS
        I SPENT $375 FOR COFFEE
        IN SEPARATE CUPS
        SOME GUY IN FORKS, WASHINGTON
        HAD TO CUT DOWN A TREE
        JUST FOR ME
        MARTYRED HERO THE TREE
        NO ONE CARES ABOUT THE BANQUET OF POVERTY
        WHIMSICAL HUNGRY CHILDREN
        AT THE TOSS OF A COIN
        NEVER GO TO COLLEGE
        OR PLAY SPORTS
        THEY STAND UNDER THE WATERFALL
        OF SEX WITH ITS DRAMATIC MOMENTUM
        RELENTLESSLY FILLED WITH INCHES

        1. PLAUSIBLE ONE DRAMATIC STAND UP GUY
          STARBUCKS SEPARATES THE I CUT PLAY
          MARTYRED TOSS LINE WITH CHILDREN KIDNEY STONES
          WATERFALL OF WASHINGTON
          PEOPLE CARRY NOT ENOUGH MOMENTUM FOR A RELENTLESSLY TREE
          JUST SOME CUPS AND COINS
          NEVER SPENT MONEY ON POVERTY
          WHIMSICAL HERO DRESSED AS CABLE TREE
          NOW ITS DOWN WITH SPORTS
          THE BANQUET SEX COLLEGE
          OR COFFEE TV
          FILLED A FORKS SPOON OF 375 HUNGRY VISITORS

          1. THE SUN WAS SHINING
            AND NOT A SINGLE DROP OF RAIN
            IN FORKS, WASHINGTON
            THE SINGLE LARGE CROCERY
            A DIANE ARBUS PICNIC
            —–FLOWER POTS FOR $40
            WHO THE HELL IN FORKS CAN SPEND $40 FOR FRILLY FLOWERS ?
            WHO THE HELL IN FORKS CAN SPEND $40 FOR FRILLY FLOWERS ?
            THEY HAD GOOD COFFEE AND I DRANK CUP AFTER CUP
            I SAW MOTORCYCLE MEN WITH SKULLS AND METH
            GOD LOVES METH, HE MADE SO MUCH
            DRINKING COFFEE IN FORKS
            AND HAVING A DIANE ARBUS MOMENT

            1. THE DIANE FLOWERS COFFEE METH SUN AIRBUS
              HE WAS PICNIC FLOWER
              I MADE SHINING POTS OF HELL
              WHO DRANK THE CUP OF 40
              FORKS AFTER COFFEE SINGLE OUT THEIR CANS
              I DROP HELL UNDER SAW-DUST
              AND MOTORCYCLE RAIN –
              FORK MEN CAN FRILLY SMILE AT WASHINGTON
              THEY SPEND FLOWER SKULLS
              BY AN AIRBUS QUESTION MARK
              LARGE METH GOD GROCERY STORES
              PEEL OFF GOOD LOVERS IN A RAINBOW SAIL

  2. magnetic neurones contain DNA from lost tribes found in ancient caves where no maps exist –
    he made films about films for shortsighted animals
    celluloid tales & words encased in cocoons
    hidden syntax in catacombs –
    tiny worms thrown up
    gag reflex
    hair ball constricts
    the directors cut knife diamond sharp
    female parts
    the copyright faded old paint
    flakes

    1. magnetic four cut catacombs contain animals
      celluloid diamond maps worn from tiny parts
      the gag tribes encased faded films
      planet round cocoons
      hidden paint
      flake films being directed in caves
      neurons are shortsighted knives –
      DNA tales pretending to be sharp
      females exist in lost words copyright made reflex
      hair found in old constricts
      the ancient syntax was thrown out from hemorrhage situations

      1. the tribe left the safety of the cave, they headed to the light –
        a small shaft cut through small cracks
        they had never been outside –
        hands full of tinkets
        they each carried small segments of film,
        each with a clue
        add all the segments together
        they knew the catacombs they spat out the cocoons

        a new day was seconds away

        1. through outside days
          each of the tribe spat away small trinkets
          they headed towards a crack
          a seconds clue
          add small safety segment lights
          and carry small cave never-land cocoons

          cut each shaft catacomb anew –
          hands together
          they wouldn’t film new hands set of full lasers

          1. A THOUSAND TIMES I ASKED
            BUT THEY WOULDN’T FILM NEW HANDS
            I TRIED TO EXPLAIN THAT JOHNNY BOY
            WAS AT ONE TIME A FAMOUS HAND MODEL
            THE GIRL AT THE COFFEE COUNTER
            TOLD ME
            NOT TO TRY
            TO GET TO
            THE BOTTOM OF IRONY
            IN MY BOOK, PARAPHRASING IS FOREPLAY
            BEARING UP AGAINST THE CRUELTIES OF LIFE
            CONSTANTLY AGING, HAPPY FRUIT NO LONGER

        2. THE WASTE OF TALENT
          PERVERSION OF TALENT
          WHILE THE CIRCUS IS GOING ON
          A PANTOMIME LOVER
          VAGABONDS IN FORKS, WASHINGTON
          CONTRARY TO MY EXPECTATIONS
          DISHED OUT $40 FOR FRILLY FLOWERS
          POETIC–DAEMONIC ?
          I MADE MY ESCAPE
          EXPERIMENTS WITH MOTORCYCLE METH
          LEFT A RING OF VICIOUSNESS
          ON COFFEE CUPS
          I OFFERED THE LADY AT THE COFFEE COUNTER
          $200 TO ACT OUT A ROLE IN MY WRONGNESS
          SHE CLAIMED TO BE A LITERATURE STUDENT
          AND IN NO NEED OF EASY CASH

      2. CULTS OF THE CATACOMBS—-ON AN AIRPLANE
        OF POETIC REFUGEES
        LANDED IN OREGON, PORTLAND
        I HAD 10,000 AMERICAN IN MY POCKET
        RENTED THE LARGEST SUV POSSIBLE
        WANTED SOMETHING I COULD TRANSPORT
        5 DEAD BULL ELK AND AN INFLATABLE POOL
        TO CAPTURE THE FORBIDDEN BLOOD
        WEST OF SISTERS, RUNAWAY ELK
        HELPLESS HURT GRAPHICALLY RENDERED
        RED SQUIRTS, THE WHOLE SORRY MESS
        DEATH WITHOUT THEATRICAL EFFECTS
        DEATH LIKE A BAD TOOTH TO BE PULLED
        AN ALARM CLOCK ACTIVE IN PAIN

        1. CULTS DEAD
          RUNAWAY LIKE AMERICAN BULL ELK
          HELPLESS AT THE HURT BAD CATACOMB—-
          MY GRAPHICALLY TOOTH AND POCKET
          RENTED AN RENDERED
          RED TO AIRPLANE
          THE INFLATABLE SQUIRTS
          BRING THE WORLDS LARGEST POETIC POOL
          PULLED OUT THE REFUGEES
          LANDED SUV CAPTURE WHOLE ALARM SEAS AT DAWN
          WANTED CLOCK OREGON’S FORBID THE MESS
          DEATH ACTIVE PORTLAND
          WEST WITHOUT A THEATRICAL PAIN 10 TRANSPORT
          5 SISTERS EFFECTS
          OF DEATH MOUSE SHOES

          1. INFLATABLE SQUIRTS FROM MOTORCYCLE METH
            EVERY PUBLIC BATHROOM IN FORKS, WASHINGTON
            WAS COVERED IN THE GOO, BROWN OVERTONES
            LOCAL PEOPLE WITH PUTTY MAKE-UP
            AND HAIR-PIECES MADE FROM ROADKILL
            HANDICAPPED AUTOMOBILES
            BABY AFTER BABY COVERED IN CUSTARD PIE
            OLD PEOPLE WITH MECHANICAL DEVICES
            EVERYONE SEEMED STRAIGHT
            THE SUN WAS SHINING
            WHAT ABOUT AT NIGHT ?

  3. MAN, YOU ARE TALKING REAL POETRY
    WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT THROWING UP WORMS
    THROW UP AS IN VOMIT
    NOSE TO THE CARPET
    THE WIFE, THE MOTHER, THE SISTER, SOMEBODY
    COMES IN AND SAYS, “YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD STORY”
    YOU SEEM TO BE EXPERIENCING GOD-AWFUL CRAMPS
    STOMACH MUSCLES GONE WILD
    HOT SALIVA RUNNING FROM YOUR MOUTH
    YOU ARE GONNA BLOW AND YOU HOPE IT BE SOON
    IT WAS A BAD IDEA TO EAT THOSE COCOONS

    1. MAN IS EXPERIENCING MOTHER WORMS
      THROWING A WILD HOT POTATO
      CATCHING IT FROM THE MOUTH
      YOU VOMIT A NOSE WIFE
      BE REAL ABOUT HOPE
      THROWING AWAY YOUR EATING MUSCLES AND TALKING TO NOON
      ITS THIS GOD-AWFUL STORY
      YOU BETTER BLOW STEAM CARPET –
      IDEA GIVE ME CRAMPS
      MY STOMACH WANTS TO TALK
      LIKE BAD SALIVA POETRY
      WHEN COCOONS ARE AS GOOD AS NEW

  4. MAN, YOU ARE TALKING REAL POETRY
    THE COPYRIGHT ON FEMALE PARTS
    FADED AND DUSTY
    ONE INCH PAINT CHIPS
    THE LANDSCAPE OF THE NAKED MAN
    NOT THE MAN OF MODERN HISTORY
    I AM TALKING THE MAN OF JUNGLE MUD
    SEXUAL URANIUM GLOWING
    NICKNAME BODY PARTS
    EXTERNAL SHAPES VEILED IN BLURS
    ENCOUNTERS WITH HILLBILLY MEN
    FROM KENTUCKY
    VERY CLOSE FAMILY
    LOVE STOPPED SUDDENLY

    1. MAN IN THE JUNGLE
      DUSTY ONE MAN MUD
      SEXUAL HILLBILLY’S ARE INCHES AWAY FROM URANIUM MEN
      FROM PAINTING MODERN GLOWS
      NICKNAME KENTUCKY –
      REAL CHIPS TASTE LIKE HISTORY
      BODY SHOPS CLOSE DOWN POETRY
      THE LANDSCAPE PARTS WHISPER EXTERNAL FAMILY
      LOVE COPYRIGHT OF TALKING SHAPES
      STOPPING VEILED NAKED MAN PRIVATE PARTS
      FADED INTO MAN
      NOT OF BLURS
      BUT OF CLOSE ENCOUNTERS FROM PLUTO

      1. IF YOU WORK AT THE COFFEE COUNTER
        AT THE LARGE GROCERY IN FORKS, WASHINGTON
        YOU WILL REMEMBER ME, I DRANK MORE COFFEE
        THAN HUMANLY POSSIBLE
        I DROVE YOU CRAZY WITH CHATTER
        ABOUT THE $40 FLOWER POTS
        FOR SELL OUT FRONT
        NO ONE IN FORKS
        COULD AFFORD
        SUCH A LUXURY
        ——————————I THOUGHT IT WAS A TRAP
        I CLIPPED A BUNCH OF WORDS ON A CLOTHESLINE
        IT WAS THE POETRY OF SPIRITUALISTS
        OF MOTORCYCLE MEN WITH SKULLS AND METH
        CHARLIE ZERO CALLED ME TO QUESTION MY QUALITY
        WAS I LAUGHING OR CRYING ?
        I DROVE THE POOR GIRL AT THE COFFEE COUNTER CRAZY
        TRYING TO PAY HER TO ACT OUT ROLES
        I WANTED TO CONTROL HER
        MAKE HER MY PILGRIM

  5. MAN, YOU ARE TALKING REAL POETRY
    DNA FOUND IN ANCIENT CAVES
    MY AUNT HAD AN ANCIENT CAVE
    ONE DAY I ACCIDENTLY SAW A GALLON OF BLOOD
    SHOOT OUT OF HER HAIRY PRIVATES
    NOTHING EROTIC ABOUT THE RED LAKE
    I WAS FRIGHTENED….HAVING NO IDEA
    WHAT I WAS SEEING
    WITCHERY STUFF THAT OLD WHITE WOMEN DO ?
    A MECHANISTIC ILLNESS ?
    A CURSE ON ANCESTORS ?
    —–there seems to be a shortage of anthropologists
    UNBEKNOWNST TO MYSELF
    SOME PEOPLE FIND THE WHOLE EVENT
    TO BE MYSTERIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL
    IN KENTUCKY, PEOPLE THROW BABIES
    FROM TRUCK WINDOWS
    AT A HIGH RATE OF SPEED

    1. MAN ACCIDENTALLY WAS FRIGHTENED… OF CURSE EVENTS
      HAVING NO ANCESTORS
      AND MYSTERIOUSLY TALKING TO A OF GALLON IDEAS
      WHAT ?
      —-REAL BEAUTIFUL POETRY IN DNA BLOOD
      KENTUCKY FOUND OUT THAT WITCHERY
      WERE REAL PEOPLE IN ANCIENT shortage CAVES
      MY HAIRY OLD TRUCK PRIVATE AUNT
      HAS NOTHING BUT WHITE anthropologists –
      UNBEKNOWNST WINDOWS
      HAD EROTIC WOMEN ABOUT THEMSELVES
      IN SOME HIGH ANCIENT “THE”
      ONE RED MECHANISTIC DAYS
      LAKES FELL ILL TOWARDS THE SPEEDING WHOLE BLANKET

      1. POETRY WITHOUT BLOOD—-WHAT A JOKE
        A MILLION TIMES I SCREAM BLOOD
        UNMISTAKABLE QUALITY
        HEALTHY ELK BLOOD
        WEST OF SISTERS, WEST OF THE RESORT
        MY PERSONAL FAVORITE
        A LAND WITHOUT FENCE

          1. NO JOKE WHEN THE BLADE PRESSES NECK
            BLACKNESS WILL COME….JUST WAIT
            POETRY QUALITY IS EVERYTHING
            THE EDGE OF A CLIFF
            DEATH JUST PILES ON THE YEARS
            IF AND only IF YOU GET CAUGHT
            JOKES WITHIN JOKES
            JUST POINT THE GUN
            MAKE THEM SHOOT YOU DEAD
            *stereotyped death by police

            1. JUST GET YOUR JOKE AND WAIT
              POETRY PILES IN A CAUGHTLESS WEB
              JOKES DEAD
              WHEN QUALITY WITHIN IS BEING “stereotyped” BY JOKES
              death BLADES EVERYTHING IN ICE CREAM –
              THE YEARS POINT TO PRESS EDGE AND THE police BIRDS
              BLACKNESS SHOWERS ITS FLOWERED GUN
              BUILD THEM LIKE A… CLIFF
              DEATH SHOT IMAGINATION BOATS BY A CEILING FAN

              1. I WAS DRINKING FLOWERED GIN
                FEELING LIKE I WAS A CEILING FAN
                THE GIRL AT THE COFFEE COUNTER SAID I WAS SAFE
                SHE WAS TRYING TO FIDDLE WITH MY VIOLIN
                KNOWING FULL WELL YOU MUST LEAVE TOWN
                BEFORE NIGHTFALL
                I LIKE A PRIMITIVE CLIMAX
                BUT NOT AT MY EXPENSE

                1. i read about your $52 cheque to the St Petersburg poor – ITS A SCAM – like the emails you get from a Nigerian prince – the money is siphoned off to buy arms,
                  replica Yoko dolls (enough for every human on earth) – golden cutlery –
                  I feel victim to it once –
                  I felt hands trying to pull my face off –
                  it would be a good disguise, a faceless man- i would fall from sight – I could hide in Russian backstreets – behind Kremlin walls – in places where they’ve never heard jazz –

                  (Have you ever heard Russian jazz?)

  6. Blimey Charlie, I feel like I’ve just walked into an epic Flarf Rap Battle – a clash of titans! I appreciate how you have blended the movie references into this piece and how they could be otherwordly/alien concepts, waiting to burrow into our brains. They hold power over us and can shape the world as we see it or turn us into jaded individuals if they are not as good as their hype suggests. Always entertainging Charlie, glad to be hear observing the show!

  7. I have a weak spot for the Spaghetti Monster… shouldn’t it replace all religions. It’s a nice angle to compare the Spaghetti Monster versus official religion with independent film making versus the movie industry.

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