H e a r t S o n s &
H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4
: A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
THOMAS R.
PETERS, Jr.
two-thousand
Labor Day
weekend 2000 my father had passed away on July 21st & had been dead 39 days
or
so, I was at the Telluride film Festival & I had just
bumped into my friend Stan Brakhage who I
had known about for 20 years and had known personally for about
13 years both as teacher,
friend & confidante, I had also known him as a film
maker, painter, lecturer, we had gone to the
movies together so I knew him as a film lover, I had watched
him work & for the last 7 years or
so we had discussed film every Sunday night, he was a customer
at my shop & had been a good
friend to me in times of trouble & I had seen him in
almost every state of mind possible, to name
a few, suffering from cancer, divorced, remarried, the father
of adult children (5) the father of
small children two, I had seen him spitting tobacco juice or
snuff into a flask when I thought he
was drinking, for a while before I knew who he was I
thought he was blind, I knew there was a
Brakhage from film school but I didn't know this
strange blind man was him, he looked like
Gene Hackman in Young
Frankenstein & he had a rather pronounced brow which shaded his
eyes with a unusual effect, he later said he was having eye
problems at the time, once my friend
saw him & said "there is that famous underground
film-maker what's-his-name," which caused
Stan to
laugh real loud & later we discussed the whole idea "of
famous/underground" & "what's
his-name" confirmed his underground status... he said it was one of his favorite
stories, I had sat
with him in the morning while he was having his Irish
Coffee, I had spoken with him on most
subjects including girls, God, movie legends, Jackson Pollack,
Christ, Creeley, Naropa, Ginsberg
etc. ad infinitum, like I said my Dad had just died &
I was out of my head with mourning but
very pleased to bump into the one guy who seemed to
understand me, he had said everything you
could imagine to me over the years, including once very oddly
in front of a whole group of
people "I like your beard, very much," he had said
I was prescient and said in my life and poetry
I seemed
to have one foot on the other side, (I had asked the director of the Film
Festival in
passing, when was he going to invite Stan back a few years
before, telling the guy, Tom Luddy,
that Stan was recovering from Cancer for the 3rd, 4th or
5th time & it was never to soon to invite
him back,) he was invited back every year for the rest of
his life, (but I never mentioned this
interaction to Stan, I had no pull there at all, but
that prompt didn't seem to hurt any) on this
sunny Telluride day Stan invited me back to his room for a
drink in the middle of the day and the
festival had provided him with large and small bottles of Gentleman
Jack, they were sponsors
and Stan had two drinks every morning but never drank for
the rest of the day or night, we had
quite a sober cocktail and then he invited me to go see the
world premier of Ken Burn's Jazz
which was showing in 10 parts over the weekend, Stan had
never been an aficionado of Jazz and
had basically shunned all popular trends in his lifetime
& career, Stan sat on the aisle of the
Mason's Hall
and I politely allowed one seat in between us and sat down, it wasn't sold out
&
there were other empty seats, as per usual whenever you have
perfect seats and there are empties
in front of you right as the film begins someone or another
invariably plops their ass down right
in front of you, three folks came in and were leaning
their asses into the three seats
in front of us
& I
looked at Stan and made a magical go away gesture towards their backs with both
hands and
they magically all in perfect choreographed motion didn't
finish sitting down but all moved over
three seats each and left the three empty seats in front of
us, Stan handed me a one and a half
ounce bottle of Gentleman Jack and gestured good job Tom, we
sat through the bebop legends
and at one point I was about to see if Stan had any more
small bottles on him, about an hour into
it, but he looked horrified that I seemed to be about to
address him during a film which I never
did before or since, the empty seat between us seemed to
be occupied by my father's ghost and I
kept thinking how great it was that he could join us for
this film which was right up his alley, as
soon as the film was over Stan looked over at me and said,
"I read your Dad's book and knew
how much he loved Jazz, especially this period and I had
the strongest feeling that he was sitting
between us during the whole film."
Which had
been my thoughts exactly, throughout the documentary.
We walked
out into the sun and later, the next year we saw The Cat's Meow, afterwards when I
saw Peter Bogdanovich embracing
the 19 year old Kirsten Dunst who had slept through
the
premier feigning altitude sickness, I was so jealous I
imagined Bogdanovich to be dating her, I
knew his whole dating history including dating his dead
girlfriends' much younger sister who he
married, she was about 35 years younger than him & they
stayed together for a long time, later
that same afternoon I was chatting with Tobey McGuire about
what a great job he did in Wonder
Boys, and Dunst
who was actually his girlfriend that day or covered wagon, one of the two, she
stood next to him listening to our conversation and every few
minutes someone would come up
and ask her if they could have their photo taken with her
& she would graciously say yes and
when the camera was pointed at her she would "light up
like a pinball machine and pay off in
silver dollars,"
everybody with a disposable camera got her star treatment, it was
unbelievable
and she was built like an alien the tiniest waist in the
world, small frame, but perfect medium
sized breasts, she was wearing a really cool polo style (no
emblem) rugby shirt with blue and
orange stripes and a white collar, the kind I wanted so bad
in high school, tight perfect fitting
jeans and 1975 style suede nikes,
blue with an orange swoosh, she was devastating & the only
strategy I had, was to not look at her or address her in any way
but just pay attention to her
boyfriend, we talked while she listened, later that
night I walked into a small romantic restaurant
by myself and the first thing I saw was the two of them, Tobey
& Kirsten at a romantic candlelit
table for two and they turned to me and smiled and I turned
and walked out, I just couldn't take
all that happiness at that moment in my life and I didn't
want to make them uncomfortable so I
left.
[Originally published in
NHS 2009,
http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs09/Thomas_Peters.htm.]