Late for Inspiration; On Time For Love
By ice rivers
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I haven't written about filler for quite some time. Filler is neither good nor bad, only a matter of philosophy.
To review, filler is another term for the majority of our time on earth. We fill up the time with our habits and needs. We don't find anything particularly remarkable about filler other than the fact that it happened and we were at the center of it. We don't write much about filler. There's not a lot of movies about filler. Matter of fact all movies are about non-filler, those are the fleeting moments when the characters are wide awake (including Invasion of the Body Snatchers) and they are relating significant moments in their lives which they clearly remember (unless we're talking about Memento)
A few times each day, or month or lifetime, we we wake up and whatever is going on when we do wake up goes mainline directly into our memory.
All of this prologue (which in itself is an example of filler) leads me to a scene from George Pal's 50's sci-fi classic War of the Worlds whichI saw for about the fifth time earlier this week. I prefer it to the Speilberg/Cruise vehicle more recently attempted. Sorry, Steve/Tom ya just can't grab that fifties vibe. In the movie as you know, Mars Invades Earth ( 12 years after Orson Welles invaded radio). Gene Barry (later Bat Masterson) plays the genius scientest guy who is destined to figureĀ fthe vulnerabilities of the invaders and save the planet (foreshadowing the invasion of Covid 70 years later.
During one scene, Barry and his scream and team girlfriend find refuge in an abandoned farmhouse. A flying saucer crashes into the farmhouse and nearly flattens the structure. Apparently, during the collision, Barry gets knocked unconscious because a subsequent scene begins when Barry waking up, unmarked and with perfect hair asks his girlfriend "how long Have I been out." to which she replies "about six hours."
I tried to imagine myself being knocked unconscious for six hours (easier to imagine now after five surgeries in the past year) and waking up without a moan, a stammer but with a clearly phrased question like "how long have I been out?". ( which I actually migt have asked but don't remember)Then I tried to imagine myself with perfect hair. I couldn't imagine either situation happening in real life.
Then I remembered filler which means I must have been awake while inventing it. I reflected upon what the feeling is to "wake up" at the split second before a new stone enters the kaleidoscop of my memory. I recall how immediately before I set eyes on my wife Lynn for the first time, I suddenly became completely, lucidly, moanlessly awake. My hair must have been pretty good because she asked me to dance. I had been out of love for quite a spell leading up to that moment so I believe in the first instant that I "woke up" and recognized Lynn, a question very similar to "How long have I been out/" flashed through my mind.
Then I was back, out of the shack and building memories that I hold to this very instant, memoreis that I can even type aboutĀ even without the aid of inspiration.
I didn't need to be a genius to fall in love.
I don't think any of us do.
We simply wake up one night, amazed to find ourselves in a flattend, abandoned, shattered farmhous and wonder "how long have we been out?'
Then we start to remember.
Some of tha memory is the future.
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