Jim Jarmusch says his mother
used to drop him off downtown
to watch Revenge of the [Fiddler] Crab People
over and over. I used to have nightmares about crabs.
Also about Lance Hendrickson. He crushed a man’s skull
under his boot. Billy Bob Thornton ate baked beans and farted.
Think of Mel Brooks’s Blazing Saddles. Mel Brooks cracks me up.
I think of Thoreau saying the curse of trade corrupts
everything it touches, though you trade in
messages from heaven.
Television is an unblinking eye.
The constant mental rutting
keeps us from thinking.