There are multiple bags in the house; you know, the
structure neo-local. There's tons of
little-guy clothes in them; stowed in them now: more direct routes for nascent
smiles concerning Santiago Jose, “el monstruito” Ruiz Brelsford Madrigal
Febbraro (representing bilateral descent kinship systems).
“Talk to my belly.”
I know, but it is hard.
Not as in difficult. It’s not
difficult like some obstacle, but it is not a direct access yet. In this regard the bags of little-guy clothes
help. If you’ve seen the movie American Beauty, with brilliant Kevin
Spacey, then maybe you can share my appreciation of the potential that clothing
has for storing emotive content.
One of
the very last scenes of the movie features Carolyn Burnhan folding over and
consuming in her arms the hanging clothes of her just murdered husband, Lester. Damn.
That scene really rocks me each time I see it. And like Ricky can in the film (daughter Jane’s eccentric boyfriend, son of a military
insecure homophobe guy), I can too, see the beauty in that scene. The emotive content it elicits is a
theatrical home run. You can smell the
clothes in the scene, and you see Lester wearing the clothes, even though
Lester isn’t in the shot, cause remember, the shot is of Carolyn and Lester is
dead now.
The little-guy clothes just bring a tickle you silly
pickle. Try not to smile, I franken dare you to, when you see a tiny
pair of jean overalls; it’s nearly impossible because the optical illusion,
really, is just a prompt; an outline of “holy shit proportions” that is waiting
to be filled, simply acts as an invitation: I could say a realm of meditation and contemplation. The inviting bright colors on the little guy
clothes are a house warming-welcoming event, centering to your content. Content
that makes you feel content. Intent on
being slightly hell-bent; but in a good way, you know?
“I don’t know” says Professor Steve, from the very weird and
awkward cartoon shorts by Brad Neely (search for Neely Comics on youtube), “maybe we all need to start learning and
loving martial arts.”
He kind of has a point.
Somewhere, in there. I think you
sort of see it. No? Maybe, yeah?
Either way: don't forget to drill the anti-technique.
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