Frankenstein vs. the World

Here is a video of my current favorite song:

Tags: love.

Tags: pea-green.

TERMINATOR
I have to go away, John.

JOHN
Don’t do it.  Please . . . don’t go –

Tears are streaming down his face.

TIGHT CLOSEUP TERMINATOR, turning toward John.
The human side of his face is in shadow, so we see mostly the chrome
skull and the red eye.

TERMINATOR
It must end here . . . or I am the future.

JOHN
I order you not to!

Terminator puts his hand on John’s shoulder.  He moves slightly and
the human side of his face comes into the light.
He reaches toward John’s face.  His metal finger touches the tear
trickling down his cheek.

TERMINATOR
I know now why you cry.  But it is something I
can never do.
(to both of them)
Goodbye.

Sarah looks at Terminator.  Reaches out her hand to shake it.
They lock eyes.  Warriors.  Comrades.

SARAH
Are you afraid?

TERMINATOR
Yes.

He turns and steps off the edge.
They watch him sink into the lava.
He disappears . . . the metal hand sinking last . . . at the last second it
forms into a fist with the thumb extended . . . a final thumbs up.
Then it is gone.

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This is so cool.  Calvin Johnson is a bona fide legend, and a model artist / “culture worker” for me, in that he’s really devoted his entire career to promoting his friends’ art.  That’s his “project.”  K Records’s unique reimagination of punk rock is the version that I like, and the only “punk” I’ve ever felt at all allowed or invited to identify with.  The very smart things he says here about the current state of indie rock apply just as well for me to the small world of poetry.  In a permissive, inspiring way.  Also, he played bass on one of my 3 favorite albums of all time, One Foot in the Grave by Beck.

Tags: lost wisdom, small is beautiful.