“Last night I had a dream about you and me and
we were watching ‘east of eden’
no one should ever hafta wake up
from a dream like that alone.”
I could tell you a lot about this retelling of Cain and Abel bt I’ll save it. From 1955 it is an important rock and roll tract, a Genesis story about sin and redemption for a post WW2 audience it sets the stage for an original Cain, Elvis Presley.
James Dean is one of ours, we claim him the way they claim Mike Todd. For Science, rock stars by def, dream about watching him on TV. I dream about how my extrovert appearance hides my true identity. About how I am a real loner. My Deaniness.
When I was thirteen I read the John Steinbeck epic -loved it as well. A year later I was editing the school paper, a year before I started writing serious short stories. I haven’t wrtiten a story in awhile -this blog takes care of my all my writing needs.
Marie Lynn texted me last night to tell me she was unhappy. Like I didn’t know. The cell woke me up but I didn’t answer her. I stuck East Of Eden in the DVD player and watched for awhile. One of those movies I can begin anywhere and end anytime and I know the story I’ve watched it so often.
Watched a half hour and wrote this.