"Who's there?"
Armageddon.
"Armageddon who?"
Armageddon the fuck out of L.A.
(The Mortal Jivester)
The above "poster" for an imagined movie was created in response to something the Jivester sent me regarding what was and might be again, but it ain't right now. Cryptic? Yes, but it all makes sense in the context of our individual and collective memories of Griffith Park and what a careless cigarette did to over 800 acres of it. There are so many apocalyptic visions of the end of the world beginning and ending in the City of Angels so as to render most of them (beyond Nathaniel West) redundant. Many of them revolve around wishing and vengeance. The reference to Celine and Buk is not just surreal blather. Lady Death hires Nick Belaine to find Celine in Bukowski's "Pulp." And then, there's Don Henley admonishing us for thinking we can go back. You can't go back. You can never go back. Enjoy the weenie-roast. The soundtrack will be coming out shortly after the movie's release.
