{"id":98,"date":"2011-04-01T00:01:34","date_gmt":"2011-04-01T05:01:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dvblog.org\/?p=98"},"modified":"2026-10-19T11:35:37","modified_gmt":"2026-10-19T10:35:37","slug":"minivan-on-fire-lewis-lacook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/?p=98","title":{"rendered":"Minivan on Fire!<\/em> – Lewis LaCook"},"content":{"rendered":"

Minivan on Fire<\/a>
\nMinivan on Fire (2007, 12.6MB, 32 sec)<\/a><\/p>\n

So…I wrote the comment below in 2004 about the poem (below)
\nby poet-artist-programmer-polymath Lewis LaCook <\/a>
\nbut it fits the movie making too, I think.
\nThe poem I reproduce here because it’s great &
\nbecause I can<\/b>.<\/p>\n

…*such* great work Lewis.
\nThere’s the delirious and gorgeous imagery that has
\nalways been such an attractive component of your work,
\nbut here also (and did I not notice it so much before
\nor has it been slowly crystallizing?) a rigorous,
\nalmost steely control of the materials.
\nThe sense of storytelling, the incorporation of
\ndialogue, the confidence to mix the heady stuff with
\nthe almost prosaic…
\na complete pleasure…
\nmichael<\/em><\/p>\n

— Lewis LaCook wrote:
\n
\n I had this feeling that I was
\n worth loving, and you let me<\/p>\n

have it: a month of solid
\n silence and invisibility, and you’ve<\/p>\n

forgotten me now, I’m sure:
\n haven’t even taken the movies back.
\n I feel I might’ve excited you. True,
\n you said, “You’re mischievous,
\n undermining, it gets you hot
\n to be bad,” with the heroin
\n of your eyes pushing through me,<\/p>\n

“I need all your attention.”
\n Client status: Connected.
\n In cramped shoes I’m
\n transparent on milk
\n ice: sliding over islands, mortar,
\n crystals lateral with morphine
\n lapsed into strings,
\n stillness; my lace.
\n Cerebral, but rebellious.<\/p>\n

The secret to rolling a great joint
\n is to roll it tight enough to smoke well
\n but loose enough to let any left-
\n over stems elude piercing the paper.<\/p>\n

I feel it might be exciting
\n to feel loved. Someone rubs me<\/p>\n

until I blossum. Until it<\/p>\n

rains on my tongue. This is free.
\n There are only so many<\/p>\n

kinds of sense. One in which
\n you’re thick, surrendered
\n to golds and reds, wear glasses
\n and have supper with your
\n mother. Meanwhile, outside
\n our encampment, fat
\n velvet fires rescue air from
\n almost total transparency.
\n I suck up files from a remote
\n location for work. Wake up
\n with my eyes already sunk,<\/p>\n

jerk off: get high. Client status:
\n Connected. A tartly-intelligent
\n girl with her hand on my belly.
\n She says she likes it too much.
\n She has all my attention.
\n Character sets legitimize
\n where the pre-dawn wind
\n plies from you in heavy draughts
\n your childhood, your child, rubber
\n nipples: reading under a passive
\n milk of electric, not walls.
\n They hug cattle before they
\n shoot them in the brain.<\/p>\n

I sleep past waking.<\/p>\n

Everyone will be infinitely home soon.<\/p>\n

I was dreaming in blush sundaes,
\n before, though: we are the wasps
\n that would rather sting themselves
\n to death, if that means we escape
\n a natural terminal port: we’re
\n those literal motherfuckers
\n who will not hover, but sparkler
\n and cackle like it’s all that’s
\n holding us down. I hate the royal
\n we. Dreaming about licking
\n the heart of red, the pith of gold,
\n cleaning you of stalwart
\n impurities. Ever feel<\/p>\n

like you’re just marking a beat
\n in a line. Smoke orally
\n inflates the room. Filtration
\n flirts with purity the way eightball
\n chicks glom to money; <\/p>\n

it makes them feel loved. Even
\n common houseplants know
\n where the sun is, swoon and go
\n limp when she’s gone. I’m still<\/p>\n

waiting for that Saturday you promised me
\n not thinking about me at all not thinking about
\n you at all not thinking about you at all.<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Minivan on Fire (2007, 12.6MB, 32 sec) So…I wrote the comment below in 2004 about the poem (below) by poet-artist-programmer-polymath Lewis LaCook but it fits the movie making too, I think. The poem I reproduce here because it’s great & … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1,38,33,98,24,14,87,126,59,86,81,35,8,10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-98","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-animation","category-arts","category-blogroll","category-conceptual","category-datamoshing","category-documentary","category-experimental","category-glitchdatamoshing","category-memory","category-newmediaart","category-place","category-poetry","category-remix","category-video","category-vlog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=98"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12155,"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98\/revisions\/12155"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=98"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=98"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dvblog.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=98"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}