homestead induces monochromatic dreams
it was definitely inspired by jarmusch. tom waits is driving around in a motorized tricycle pulling a haycart full of people and he is hellbent on crashing into anything he can to end this crazy ride. he hops onto the traintracks and all of a sudden i am sitting on a highly polished wooden floor watching this scene on a television screen that has no box or mechanism. just a molecularly thin image dancing in the air. as the tricycle bumps along the tracks the entire room shakes with each track and as he turns i slide side to side along the floor, all the while the scene playing out before me filling my vision, no matter how far to either side i drift.
all of a sudden a train is headed in the opposite direction on the same track and tom squeals with joy at the inevitable doom of this chicken match. just as hes shifting his seat to get a better grip on the handlebars and adjusting his aviator goggles (of course he's wearing aviator goggles... and didn't i mention his leather jacket and cap?) he hears a child laughing from behind him. he looks over his right shoulder and see's a small child dressed as a clown clinging to the outside of the cart, hanging on for dear life to the wooden planks and giggling at the wild ride over the tracks. more laughing and mr. waits sees children all along the other side of the cart, similarly dressed as clowns. now he's worried. the adults in the cart when he set out on this collision mission were doomed the moment they climbed aboard, but these stow aways hitching a ride are too strange to be erased. he yells back to get off before the ride comes to an abrupt and lethal conclusion only to notice that instead of a child's features each of the clowns has a row of over sized cat's eyes across the middle of their faces. the outermost eyes emanate the laughter as the inner eyes blink back and forth like railroad crossing signs.
desperate to save these horrors from destruction tom jerks the handlebars to get the tricycle off the tracks just in time to avoid the train (pulling boxcars full of horses) but as he jumps the rail, the cart overturns and explodes catapulting the many-eyed clown things through the floating screen and into the darkened wood-floored room that is shaking with the force of the tricycles explosion. the children are scattered across the slippery floor into the corners of the room not illuminated by the silvery explosion that lights the floor i am jostled upon. at this point i realize that in addition to the dark corners, the ceiling of the room is clad in darkness and the laughter of the children is increasing in speed and volume and also seems to be climbing the corners toward the invisible ceiling.
i was just beginning to dread an arial assault when the whole thing came apart at the seems and it was up to the spidery clown children to stitch the whole thing back together before the room became infinitely big and me a bit of warmth to be devoured by the children who, for whatever reason were increasing in size with the expanding/exploding room (still strangely dark, despite the obvious presence of an explosion beyond the confines of the viewing screen).
all of a sudden a train is headed in the opposite direction on the same track and tom squeals with joy at the inevitable doom of this chicken match. just as hes shifting his seat to get a better grip on the handlebars and adjusting his aviator goggles (of course he's wearing aviator goggles... and didn't i mention his leather jacket and cap?) he hears a child laughing from behind him. he looks over his right shoulder and see's a small child dressed as a clown clinging to the outside of the cart, hanging on for dear life to the wooden planks and giggling at the wild ride over the tracks. more laughing and mr. waits sees children all along the other side of the cart, similarly dressed as clowns. now he's worried. the adults in the cart when he set out on this collision mission were doomed the moment they climbed aboard, but these stow aways hitching a ride are too strange to be erased. he yells back to get off before the ride comes to an abrupt and lethal conclusion only to notice that instead of a child's features each of the clowns has a row of over sized cat's eyes across the middle of their faces. the outermost eyes emanate the laughter as the inner eyes blink back and forth like railroad crossing signs.
desperate to save these horrors from destruction tom jerks the handlebars to get the tricycle off the tracks just in time to avoid the train (pulling boxcars full of horses) but as he jumps the rail, the cart overturns and explodes catapulting the many-eyed clown things through the floating screen and into the darkened wood-floored room that is shaking with the force of the tricycles explosion. the children are scattered across the slippery floor into the corners of the room not illuminated by the silvery explosion that lights the floor i am jostled upon. at this point i realize that in addition to the dark corners, the ceiling of the room is clad in darkness and the laughter of the children is increasing in speed and volume and also seems to be climbing the corners toward the invisible ceiling.
i was just beginning to dread an arial assault when the whole thing came apart at the seems and it was up to the spidery clown children to stitch the whole thing back together before the room became infinitely big and me a bit of warmth to be devoured by the children who, for whatever reason were increasing in size with the expanding/exploding room (still strangely dark, despite the obvious presence of an explosion beyond the confines of the viewing screen).