comme de fuckdown, 2019
What’s On The Top of The Mountain? // Comme de Fuckdown
By Penny Lane The Diarist, 2019
Pour bebe sis: Neysa Chantanu
Is it Superman? Is it Louis Lane? What is on top of the mountain?
I don’t particularly know where this poetic essay is going but I think I just have to write and ramble a little bit before carrying on with my short story.
In the movie, The Proposal, I remember one character that’s a very strong character, the grandma that worships all sorts of gods in nature chanting whatever the bloddy fuck she wants just to get the rain down, or saying thank you to the gods.
And then my memory went to Eat, Love, and Pray, by Elizabeth Gilbert, that was made into a movie starring Julia Roberts.
The book, to me is really interesting. I love the character, who travels in search for a different meaning in life, ‘what is there to life?’ kind-of-thing. Finally, she ended up in Bali – island of the gods- which reminds me of Led Zeppelin’s Hammer of The Gods and The School of Rock.
And that leads me to Shallow Hal, starring Jack Black, the same guy who was in The School of Rock. ‘Shallow Hal’ had a really happy ending – the shallow guy ended up with a really really nice girl, starring Gwyneth Paltrow in the movie. The love story was a little predictable, but it does happen, so blah.
Going back to what I was thinking, what’s on the top of the mountain, it’s NOT Brokeback Mountain - the sexy old movie. I guess, why I had it titled as ‘What’s On The Top of The Mountain’ is to see what the universe is all about sometimes from a really powerful point of view.
We can see the stars, the sky, the milky ways, the planets, and everything that’s in it. So one day, I spotted, from this ‘holy’ powerful place – The Playwright seat – two little children, crying. They cried out of compassion for a couple of beggars, begging for money in a restaurant where the children and their parents were dining.
They begged and begged for the parents to give the beggars some money, crying non-stop. It was really captivating, and I couldn’t stop laughing by how much their children are so God-like. They can carry on like that forever, and surely enough, the world can be a much better place. These children, they’re not my children, I don’t wish to have them beautiful in my head forever, but if there’s heaven on earth like Queen’s Freddie Mercury keep singing, it would be for these children.
Love always & happy holidays! :)
