What Do Francis Ford Coppola, My Dog and I Have In Common?


I love the smell of dog poop in the morning . . . and I'm pretty sure my dog loves the smell of dog poop any time at all; my dog and I also love the documentary Hearts of Darkness . . . he loves it because of the behind-the-scenes look at puppy-sampan scene, where a boatload of Vietnamese civilians get slaughtered, but the puppy survives, and I love it because I can see myself in the hyper-driven genius auteur Francis Ford Coppola; the parallels between Coppola and me are fairly obvious, but I'll point them out for you anyway: just as Coppola completed his great but flawed film Apocalypse Now despite weather, creative problems, and a drug-addled staff -- just as he illustrated that at the hearts of all men, no matter how civilized,  there is a dark jungle creature . . . in the same manner, against all odds, in all sorts of weather -- even rain!-- I pick up my dog's poop -- and though my attempt to scoop all the poop is usually flawed and futile, as you can never get all of it into the bag, some always returns into the earth from which it came -- I still try to capture it as best I can, I try to remain civilized and keep the heart of darkness at bay and I do this rain or shine, wide-eyed or hungover, in darkness and in light, taking some stab at civility, but knowing I am one step away from a shit-stained sneaker.

7 comments:

zman said...

So you're analogizing "Apocalypse Now" to a piece of dogshit?

Dave said...

maybe. i don't really think these sentences out when i start writing them.

rob said...

stopped comprehending after 'i love the smell of dog poop in the morning', even as i understand the allusion.

zman said...

I think you need to be a hyper-driven genius auteur to fully appreciate this sentence.

rob said...

or a poop-addled renaissance man

Dave said...

sometimes i don't even get myself.

Clarence said...

Where Dave's longtime obsession with menstruation has evolved into scatological matter(s), I am understanding him even less than before.

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