July 2, 2004
tiger, tiger burning bright ...
"When I lie on the beach there naked, which I do sometimes, and I feel the wind coming over me and I see the stars up above. And I am looking into this very deep, indescribable night, it is something that escapes my vocabulary to describe. Then I think, God, I have no importance, whatever I do or don't do, or what anybody does, is not more important than the grains of sand that I am lying on, or the coconut that I am using for my pillow. So I really don't think in the long sense.''
-- Marlon Brando
Posted by Bob Benz at July 2, 2004 2:16 PM
Comments. . .
Yes, gotta admit you have a point there. A beached Brando would be a jarring thing to stumble across.
Posted by: Benz at July 3, 2004 9:05 AM'gotta wonder how many times that well meaning folks rolled him back into the surf...
i still like the sentiment tho.
Posted by: jo at July 4, 2004 12:19 AMYeah, I read that anecdote in paper, too, but the poetry of the scene was obliterated by the imagined sight of a mound of geriatric flesh that's never seen the sun. Marlon Brando naked any time after 1962 is a horrific prospect.
Posted by: Leanne at July 6, 2004 1:05 PM
I can dig the sentiment, but Brando lying naked on a beach with his head propped on a coconut is not a scene I want to stumble upon while night fishing.
What HST would call "bad craziness in the sand pile" or something.
It'd make a good Blakean woodcut, no?
Posted by: chris in bamma at July 2, 2004 3:35 PM