Wednesday, October 30, 2013

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Thursday, October 3, 2013

MY COUSIN RICHARD TEXTS ME THE SERIES FINALE OF BREAKING BAD

A few weeks ago I entertained the idea of jumping on the wagon - riding out the wave - feeling what the people were feeling. Breaking Bad was ending and something about the show had not lost steam as I had hoped. From the scraps of television I was able to piece together I could see that maybe Breaking Bad was actually a significant cultural myth. But it was far too late. I briefly entertained a fanciful marathon-watching of the entire 5 seasons.   Following is a script wherein my cousin Richard texts me the entirety of the Breaking Bad finale. I consider my cousin Richard's 25-page text message a cultural broadcast twice removed (first from the visual show itself and secondly it's enrapt audience) and so believe this to be (momentarily half-digested) FERTILE CULTURAL GROUNDWORK. I present here a loophole victory exemplifying a kind of offline free cultural pirating. Richard's use of oral tradition (albeit in script) to pass on to me pertinent cultural information is a true gesture of cosmopolitanism  to ensure my 'survivability' in modern discourse. 

(needless to say, there are spoilers. . . )

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Richard: So you want me to tell you what happened?

Israel: Yes

Richard: Well, as you may know, Walt's bro-in-law figured out Walt is "Heisenberg"( Walt's drug dealer alter ego). Hank tricks Walt into showing him where Walt stashed his 60 million in the middle of desert. Walt calls for back up but then calls it off when he decides he should just turn himself on. Too late his hit-men gang come anyway, and kill Hank despite Walt pleading not to. Yadda yadda yadda, he rushes home, tries to get his family to pack their shit and get the hell out of town. But when he tells them that hank has been murdered, the family has enough. The wife tries to stab Walt. His loyal son who looked up to him?, turns on him when Walt and his mom get into a scuffle by calling the cops and telling him that he may killed somebody. So Walt runs out leaving his family behind.

Israel: Oh my god isn't that woman like so hated in television right now? like what a downer she is - the whole series she goes disapproving of walt and finally blowsup

Richard: Well she was kind of a downer even before she knew he was cooking. Like she dealt with depression and shit. HOWEVER, after finding out what her husband did/is doing, she did have his back pretty much until that point, covering for him and all that jazz. 

Israel: Is That how it ends? walt gets off easy?

Richard: Before I tell you, what would YOOOOOU have wanted to have happened to Walt?

Israel: Ok - he gets cornered somewhere so he smokes meth and kills everyone and then buries his eyes in the desert

Richard: Lol. You are bent on him smoking his own stuff. You'll be happy to know, he never smoked meth, he's only the brains behind the recipe.

Richard: Ok, last episode: Walt ends up paying thousands of dollars for some guy to hide him in the middle of nowhere USA. Walt is getting sicker and sicker, weaker and weaker due to his cancer. After a month or so of being in seclusion, decides he will go back one more time and tie up all his loose ends. First, he wants to find a way to leave around 10 million bucks to his family (which is obviously hard, cuz the FBI is watching the family real closely). So his first order of things, he goes to his old ex gf's mansion (who is filthy rich after she continued her and Walt's chemistry research and opened up a pharmaceutical company with her now husband.) Anyway, Walt tells them to "donate" this money of his to his family on "their behalf", as to avoid suspicion from the Feds (they recently donated 28 million dollars to drug rehabs so that's where Walt's angle/idea came from).  

Richard: Second order of things, he crashes a meeting between the corporate big wig who used to supply the methyl-amine to him. she was there with one of the guys who killed hank/stole his money/stole his recipe and currently taking over his business. Walt tells them he's got a NEW recipe that would make the meth even more potent. The big wig entertains his idea, but after he leaves, she tells her new partner she has no intention. (Later you find out Walt knows no such recipe, but used that meeting to poison the big wig, putting ricin into the sugar packets she obsessively uses throughout the series. She later gets flu like symptoms and Walt calls her a day later and let's her know she's going to be dying soon.) 

Richard:  3rd order of things, he goes sees his wife one last time. Tells her he's sorry for everything. And finally admits to her and to himself out loud that cooking meth wasn't about his looking out for the future well being of his family after he passes away. But rather, he simply "liked doing it". It made him feel alive. And he was good at it. 

Israel: OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FUCKED

Richard: What part? Lol

Israel: The poisoning part - so killer - i'm the kind of watcher that can't get spoiled even by spoilers.

Richard: Yeah I know. I think they did that so you don't start feeling for him. Like, leave having noooo sympathy for him. that even till the end, wants you to feel he has changed for the bad and will never be able to go back to who he used to be before his dealing days.

Richard: LAST order of things, he's coming after the guys who stole his money! (I mean for christs sake, he had 7 55 gallon barrels hidden, totaling 60 million that they stole from him immediately after they killed his bro in law.) You see Walt building this pulley-battery machine-erector set that is connected to his machine gun (the one you saw in that flashfoward at the diner?) He riggs it to a car alarm remote. Drives to see the guys on their secluded property at night.  they dont like that he's back from hiding, fearing he's a threat. They want to kill him. And it looks like its going to happen. But right before they are going to, Walt angrily says that they lied to him and went into business with Walt's partner Jessie, instead of killing him liked they promised. Pissed at being called a liar, the head hancho calls for Jessie who they have chained up as a slave in a basement cooking for them, beating the shit out of him daily for a month now. Bad guy says "See?! Does it look like we are business partners?" Right then, Jessie and Walt look at each other, and Walt attacks Jessie throwing him to the floor furiously. Walt then pushes the button on his remote, the car parked outside rear hood pops open, and the machine gun starts to shoot into the building left to right, over and over, killing EVERYONE. Walt being on top of Jessie protecting him, takes a stray bullet to the side. Walt asks Jessie (since he put Jessie through A LOT of shit) to kill him and end it, if Jessie wants. Jessie thinks about it, but decides not to.  Jessie jumps into his car and speeds off like the luckiest son of a bitch ever to be free and alive from 5 seasons worth of mental/physical torture. Walt walks around the property pensively, finds the barn where the new guys were cooking the meth and reflects on everything while looking at all the hoses and tanks and meters. He then pauses, catches his reflection in one of the tanks, another pause, and keels over. He dies. Police show up seconds later guns drawn.

Israel: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK OH FUUVUCK 

Israel: That was WAY better Than anything i imagined and oh my GOD - was that a wikipedia article SON - WAS THAT WIKI

Richard: No, that was RICHI lol. I wrote one long ass text, but decided to cut it into parts to build suspense for ya haha

Israel: THAT WAS CINEMA. TO ME THAT CINEMA. I'M EVEN WATCHING ANOTHER MOVIE RIGHT NOW.

Richard: I know!!! I felt emotionally drained after it was over. Like, literally felt I had just ran a marathon lol

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

13 YEARS OLD AND IN THE 7TH GRADE

The exact moment in which the Internet finally begins to speak I am there, listening. I am standing there with my hand on it. Next to the computer, it is mine.

The moment that the Internet begins to speak I am there because I am the first one speaking. I am entering, I am deleting, I am browsing through the secret and it's only 1997.

I am standing in the hallway of my parent's house.

The secret says GO OUTSIDE.

In 1997 strange television shows began appearing suddenly on television. My brother and I watched them alone because they only came on when no one else was home. The strange television shows would show animals that were like people that were like animals. The shows were always very calm like nothing was very wrong but then someone would begin weeping. The other animals would begin to weep and then everyone would hide and wait somewhere else, hidden like a camera, somewhere down a hallway, next to the computer.

(By 1997 nobody knew just how depressed the PBS programming staff had become. A caveat arrived from Human Resources stating complaints that the Programming Staff only sat around shivering. The Programming Staff had been radically damaged by the Internet.)

My parent's house did not have a hallway. It was the only house where each room led to every other room. When you walked in there was the living room and then the kitchen and then my room. There was no hallway because we did not have a computer. It was 1997 and we still did not have the Internet. I had saved up a pile of AOL disks. 500 minutes of browsing through the secret. But we couldn't even afford a hallway. And so we stayed up to watch the strange television shows on PBS instead.

What the secret says that's what I do. And when it begins to speak to me it says, GO OUTSIDE.

I obey -- there is the sun. There is the dog, there is the grass.

There is no Internet.

There was no hallway to take us to it and my brother and I could sense a paralysis of the modern.

There was an urge with no name. The urge was something like the need to click on something. Or to enlargen some kind of an image. We could feel it even on the useless acreage where we lived. Our dogs kept dying. The television shows got stranger. Finally, we left the house after a television talk show host gunned down his entire studio audience.

It was the end of an old secret.





joel tells me his best friend died last year
and that his brother had killed him
outside of a bar
in an argument

israel likes to sleep
he likes good dreams
in the morning he is purest
the sounds already carry him away

FAVORS

the slowest of the softest of the all the all

all still possible rythms still possible

bodies against a slow soft rhythm

still simply experiencing 

the body working toward a favor

the ease of that favor

Sunday, September 30, 2012

WHAT IS A THOUGHT WORTH AND HOW CAN IT MAKE HIM SOME MONEY

the last three pay days i have not been paid on time
i have been paid at night when it is no good to me
when the bank is closed and when the next day is saturday
this is what it means to belong to a credit of union
it means that the bank is closed all weekend 
and their one ATM in town does not accept deposits
the reason i have not been paid on time was they fucked up the checks
and most were sent to columbus where i don't live
this is the third weekend i can remember
sitting on a burning slip of paper
waiting to cash in on $600 monday
eating almonds and almonds and almonds
and it's the most money i can ever remember
but it's still sunday and i'm still very poor
and $600 all of it for mine and not to share?
i try to remember father's advice on money
but i only see him showing me how to fold my pajamas underneath the pillow
(advice i still heed)
but nothing on money and on monday after work i go racing 
down to the main office for the check
tearing out of the parking lot
to deposit it before 5 and to buy dinner for us
an oncoming driver, a stranger disapproves
because people walk around here
but it's money driving and i only have 15 minutes

that night i fight with dylan and either lose or spend $50
we come out of the bar and fall into the grass wrestling
leah walks backwards over a utility stump and falls on the sidewalk
we were both embarrassed and she was having surgery on wednesday
i thought of all the times i had driven home drunk
i went to work half-drunker in the morning
and one of the clients said to me
"North Platte, the land of candy and coupons."

but then i find another paycheck in my box
and i can't believe it because that means even more money
when i go to the bank after work the cashier recognizes me
says, back so soon?
and i half-suspect she's pushing a red button underneath her
because the check was baited and i'm going away now
but she doesn't, she gives me the money i have more money now

being poor used to be my only incentive for frugality
what to spend the money on?
to fix my car that it can make it through the winter
without snow blowing through the unrolling window
or buy music gear because isn't this what i am pointing myself at
or to pay back all the people that i owe, companies and loan sharks
or to plan a trip and to sit in a new place and imagine i've never lived anywhere else
this much money cannot be saved
cannot be withheld in the idea of 'savings account'
nothing here will be accountable to anything else
it must be put out in the world
and some of it given away 
(I had a envelope marked "charity" but i spent it on grass)

it's like i told hudson
thinking thoughts is lonely because you're the only one there