You Put The Lime In The Coconut (or It’s Too Damn Hot!)
Major Tom’s cross breezeway neighbors have an annoying habbit of smoking at the window and starring into his bedroom. They say nothing,nor wave, but rear window stare and smoke and smoke. Then they leave the butts and ashes right there in the hall… I guess it’s an installation… or at the least a still life.
I have always been struck by the golden arches relationship to the B.K. Bridge. I remember the first time I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge from Dumbo to Manhattan with Richard Heinson. We suddently noticed that the Double Gothic arches were mirrored by the Twin Towers behind. I somehow took this with Chinatown accross the way with the streets paved with golden mountain yellow brick road…. ease on down The Wiz, etc… and thought of the arches as the “ORIGINAL GOLDEN ARCHES”… I thought of Miyazaki’s tower’s as a sort of Immigrant Song… a love song to the original engineering marvel/aesthetic triumph… only made minimal zen by a Japanese.
