Waiting For Star Wars

Last Words on John Guth

2006-04-27T00:10:00.000-07:00

When yer thoughts grow twisted and yer mind gets numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's social pod-race
No matter what yer doing and you start givin' up
If the whiskey doesn't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got tent goin’ sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer heater needs a new spark to catch it
And but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts bendin' and the line gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And midnight seems so far away
And you feel the rain from yer padawan tail starts drippin'
And yer light saber is a-slippin'
And yer thought of Naboo turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the Cinerama lights are a-flashing and the trash cans are a-crashin'
And the tent walls are flapin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer minutes of fun turn to hours of scorn
And to yourself, you sometimes say
"I never thought it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I got in line"
And you start gettin' chills from the hours of wet
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the Dagobah with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good friend leaves and he's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like when you see Obi-Won dyein'
And yer cap falls from yer head to yer feet
And you need it badly but it layin’ on the street
And yer stereo a bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat

Or yer eye’s turned filthy from the eye blindin’ dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled while facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three kings
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of People magazine
Bouncin' around this crazy scene
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer mind
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in line
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer heart get heavy from the fears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the sarlac mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And you wish you'd never taken that last one way sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin', what am I sayin’
On this line I'm walkin', on this sidewalk I'm keepin'
On this place that I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this line that I’m a waitin’
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I waiting, where am I going
What am I doin’, what am I knowing
In this place that I’m waitin’ all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
These kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to come up and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the demons comes creepin’
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleepin’
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinkin’
If that was you in the dream that was screamin’
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleedin’
And you need something special
Yeah, you need something special all right
You need a fast flyin' ship on a death star track
and hearin’ your friend voice sayin’ I got your back
And you know you will be rollin' long after the cinerama craze
You need someone to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need someone to open your eyes
You need someone to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that yer sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You need someone special to give you hope
But hope's just a word
That maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve

But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
Cause you look, and you start getting the chills

Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Bon-Macy’s window sill
And it ain't in no frat boys fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood movie
And it ain't on the radio
With that half-wit disc-jockey
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny
No you can't find it in no fight club or no local pub
And it ain't in the seats of a Hunt club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell
That no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the figures Lucas is sellin' you
And it ain't in no botox
Or down Natalie Portman’s blouse
And you can't find it on the golf course
And father can't tell you and neither can Yoda
And it ain't in the Lando hair-do or Jedi robes
And it ain't in the bar room dummies or drug dealin’ phonies
And it ain't in the late night noises and the morning show voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Hollywood wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty with their cameras and micro-phones
No you'll not know now, or no other day
Or find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache´
And inside the people made of plastic
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the four-star movie stars and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a quick story
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back
My friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their out-sourced world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around and flaunt it
And make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of money and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Shit do I gotta be like that
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT CRAP AIN'T REAL"

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer pod-race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this cigarette that's a-burnin'
Where do you look for this beer that’s a flowin'
Where do you look for this sign that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
And you can only wait in two kinds of lines
And take two kinds of pills
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Cinerama
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find John Guth at the Cinerama

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
On Tatooine at sundown

The Great Historical Bum

2005-06-04T19:42:00.000-07:00

I'm just a lonesome traveler, the great historical bum
Highly educated, out of history I've come
I built the Rock of Ages, it was in the year of One
And that's about the biggest thing that Man has ever done

I was in the Garden of Eden, that was the year of Two
Joined the Apple Pickers Union, and I always paid my dues
I'm the man that signed the contract to raise the Rising Sun
And that's about the biggest thing that Man has ever done

I was straw boss on the pyramids, the Tower of Babel, too
I opened up the ocean, let the migrant children through
I fought a million battles and I never lost a one
And that's about the biggest thing that Man has ever done

I licked the daring Roman, I licked the daring Turk
Defeated Nero's army, boys, with thirty minutes' work
I fought a million battles and I never lost a one
And that's about the biggest thing that Man has ever done

I was in the Revolution that set this country free
Me and a couple o' Indians, we dumped the Boston tea
I fought the battle of Valley Forge and the battle of Bully Run
And that's about the biggest thing that Man has ever done

There was a man across the ocean, I guess you know him well
His name was Adolph Hitler, God damn his soul to hell
We kicked him in the panzers and put him on the run
And that's about the biggest thing that Man has ever done

I waited for star wars, for one hundred and thirtynine days
just to see that movie come.

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Post Coming Soon

2005-05-21T12:43:00.000-07:00

In The Year 2000

2005-05-17T17:08:00.000-07:00

In the year 2000...
Jeff Tweiten sees the last Star Wars movie and now can get a life.

Not Pictured

2005-05-17T15:47:00.000-07:00

Sorry to all, some of the pictures didn't turn out. what you missed was the 3 lap parking lot pod race. the smoldering ewok rolling down the hill and saying Nub Nub.

2005-05-17T15:46:00.000-07:00

Wampa Takes Luke Down. yes they hit the ground. and then the girls with legs wide open. miss quotes and says "can you smell anything"

2005-05-17T15:44:00.000-07:00

ATAT taken down by tow cable

2005-05-17T15:42:00.000-07:00

Jar Jar meets Qui-Gon

Star Wars Fans Have Their Day

2005-05-17T15:37:00.000-07:00

364 days of the year star wars fans get mocked, but not today. Today non star wars fans had to acted out scenes for star wars for us. the poor people don't know what they where in for.

Front of the Line

2005-05-17T10:36:00.000-07:00

Front of the Line

Cinerama Line

2005-05-17T10:35:00.000-07:00

Cinerama Line

Sunday Morning Sidewalk

2005-05-15T11:35:00.000-07:00

Waking up on a Sunday morning sidewalk; wish lord that I was home. I got very little sleep last night. Thanks to all the high school kids on their prom night, Screaming and shouting and generally causing a ruckus. Left me with little to no sleep for the past few days. I will say this; I couldn’t take my eye of the Warwick for about 8 hours. It was a cross between girls gone wild and the OC. Guy yelling and wanting to fight each other for the honor of their dates; who could have cared less about this, because they where to busy flash every one who walk by on the streets. Bet TV ever.
On another note the rumor about not being able to camp out is just not true so come on down. If you have any questions about when to line up please stop on by.
Four days till and republic falls and an empire will rise.
Vader baby, Vader.

Tees

2005-05-14T17:26:00.000-07:00

Show you love for Vader washington;-) and get a tee.

The line Has started

2005-05-14T17:12:00.000-07:00

Just to let every one know the line has started in front of the Old Cineram. so pull out that old star wars blanket and get on down. it's just a few of us right now, but who know how many will be here when you read this.

Itchin' to Wait Rag

2005-05-11T04:58:00.000-07:00

Give me a C! (C!)
Give me a I! (I!)
Give me a N! (N!)
Give me a E! (E!)
Give me a E! (R!)
Give me a E! (A!)
Give me a E! (M!)
Give me a E! (A!)

What’s that spell ? (CINERAMA)
What’s that spell ? (CINERAMA)
What’s that spell ? (CINERAMA)
What’s that spell ? (CINERAMA)
What’s that spell ? (CINERAMA)

Well, come on all of you, Star Wars Fans
Old Jeff needs your help again.
Yeah, he’s got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Cineram
So put down your work and get some sun,
Gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it’s one, two, three,
What are we waiting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Cineram;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the ticket gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna line.

Yeah, come on People, don’t be slow,
Why man, this is Star Wars au-go-go
There’s plenty of fun to be made
By skipping work for just a few days,
Just hope and pray that this movie is the bomb,
And it plays at the Cinerom.

And it’s one, two, three,
What are we waiting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Cineram;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the ticket gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna line.

Come on fan throughout the land,
Pack your bag to the Cineram.
Come on Super Fans, and don’t hesitate
Get in line before it’s too late.
Don’t be the last on the block
This movie going to rock.

And it’s one, two, three,
What are we waiting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Cineram;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the ticket gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna line.

Cinerama

2005-05-02T21:07:00.000-07:00

Sorry it's been so long since the last post, but my laptop died and I moved to the Cinerama. I'll be out there for the rest of the wait. It will be a lot harder to post to my blog, but I will do my best. Save the Yoda joke, please. So come on down!

Red Five Tee

2005-04-19T13:25:00.000-07:00

Red Five Tee.

See You on the Dark Side Tee

2005-04-19T13:24:00.000-07:00

See You on the Dark Side Tee

Somethin' your thinkin'

2005-04-19T11:57:00.000-07:00

There is somethin’ you're thinking and tryin’ to say. But people are too busy to hear anyway. It's trapped on your tongue and sealed in your head. These thoughts of gold turn to memories of lead. You start thinkin’ what I’m doing on this sidewalk I’m sleepin’ and this sofa I’m keepin’. What am I sayin’ what am I thinkin’ on this space that I’m keeping all the while I’m drinkin’. The night comes a howlin’ and the demons are screamin’. And you can’t hear what the angels are singin’.

Episode III tickets

2005-04-18T21:01:00.000-07:00

Wow...looks like opening show tickets sold out in a few hours at the Cinerama. caught me by surprise, glad I got mine.

Looks like they're starting to show up on Ebay. 100 bucks BUY IT NOW for a pair doesn't seem too bad, or you can bid and maybe get them for less. Supply and demand I guess.

How the day changes

2005-04-16T14:15:00.000-07:00

how fast the day changes. now it is sunny and blue skys. things are drying off quite nicely. i can now type with out having to wipe down the key board every few seconds. this Inspiron 1000 can take a lot of abuse. rain, dropping it, smashing it into walls and doors, as well as being out side for over 100 days. sorry i'm sounding like an ad. i'll stop now. only a few more weeks! any thing i should blog about e-mail me. superfan1138@hotmail.com

I also would love to hear your story about camping out for star wars. I'm thinking about writing a book about this and would love hear for you guys.

Wet

2005-04-16T10:57:00.000-07:00

I'm getting thrashed by the rain today. every thing is wet. sleeping bag, shoes, sofa, me and my laptop. it looks like it's going to break here soon. I hope every one has there tickets to the cinerama. It's not looking good for an opening day star wasrs IMAX. that sucks. you wait at one of the best theaters is the country and you don't get to see star wars there.

Yes, I'm still Waiting at the IMAX

2005-04-15T11:51:00.000-07:00

I'm still waiting here at the IMAX.

How I got Tickets for the Cinerama

2005-04-15T11:48:00.000-07:00

Tickets went on sale yesterday at the Cinerama. I got the call from Ken around 3:50. I took of running down to the Cinerama. I was about half way there when two men moving a sofa into an apartment where taking up the entire sidewalk. I didn’t have time to go around, and these are star wars ticket and seconds mater. Over the sofa I want like the old days of high school track no stutter step, three perfect strides. Seconds later I was at the Ticket Booth, out of breathe the only words I could say was can i still get tickets for 12:01. Moments later I had pure gold in my hands tickets for star wars.

Tickets at the CINERAMA

2005-04-15T10:51:00.000-07:00

Ticket are on sale now at the CINERAMA.

FAQ for Julie

2005-04-14T11:40:00.000-07:00

FAQ for Julie

How do you blog?
-I have wireless Internet here at the Pacific Science Center

How do you go potty?
-I use the restroom just like a big boy. Also see questions of the ages post on the blog.

How do you get food?
-Delivery it is amazing who will deliver to a sofa on the sidewalk. But you must tip well;-)

What if you’re not first in line? It is about the wait. But it would suck if I waited this long and wasn’t

Do you have an apartment? Yes I’ll have an apartment in May.

How do you make money? I work form the line. A cell phone and a laptop is all you need to work these days.

Nick Mason (Pink Floyd) @ the star wars wait

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Nick Mason (Pink Floyd) @ the star wars wait

Cristina T & Phil

2005-04-14T08:39:00.000-07:00

Cristina T & Phil thank you very much for your donations:-) Phil i loved yours very much "mayor abuse" nice one. again thank

2005-04-08T16:42:00.000-07:00

Fast Lane & Burns and twister!

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A nice day of twister

2005-04-06T13:39:00.000-07:00

Kenny

Forty Days to GO!

2005-04-06T12:47:00.000-07:00

Forty days to go. I just got over a nasty flu, and now I’m ready to pull the ears of a Gungan. Lines are starting to form around the country. Good luck to the fans that are now starting the wait with me. Don’t let the Vader haters get you down.

Count Down

2005-04-04T16:01:00.000-07:00

Count down form a star wars fan's desk.

Slow Going

2005-04-04T08:18:00.000-07:00

Not much going on out here at the Pac-Sci. I moved to the up stairs so I could get better sleep. Nothing much else has happened in the last few weeks. My “I need an adult” crew stopped by last night to see the laser show It’s all ways good to hear their wacky stories. Still waiting to hear form mike. There is something in the air right now I can’t put my finger on it but something is going to break and it will be huge. Love life money I don’t know.

Sidewalk living

2005-03-29T12:25:00.000-08:00

You’re sidewalk living & the Star Wars line is get to long. So you start walking backwards till that count down day. & Midnight seems so far away. Your padwan tail starts dripping from the rain. Your light saber starts slipping, as down goes the day. Your thoughts of Naboo turn to bums & trash can alleys. The sky starts a pouring & lights start a flashing. You minutes of fun turn to hours of scorn. & You say no one told me it was going to turn out this way. You start getting chills for the hours of wet. You start looking for something that you haven’t found yet. Your knee deep in Dagobah water with the whole world a stairin’. Your good gal left & has long gone a flyin’. Your heart feels sick like when you see Obi-Won diein’. You’re freaked out & your sprit is taxed. & You think it might not show at the IMAX.

Rally

2005-03-25T17:16:00.000-08:00

Rally next weekend more to come...

2005-03-24T12:06:00.000-08:00

YOUR AD HERE

2005-03-22T10:19:00.000-08:00

"The time has come for you to seek the Path. Your soul has set you face to face before the clear light ... and now you are about to experience it in its Reality, wherein all things are like the void and cloudless sky, and the naked, spotless intellect is like a transparent vaccum, without circumference or center ... At this moment, know yourself and abide in that state."
-Cooper

Sunny days are here again.

2005-03-18T12:55:00.000-08:00

I have my Maui Jims on as the sun beats down on my face. it's a slow day here at the wait. not much to do today but sit. went through all my DVDs so now i look into the abyss; hoping that it will start looking back. What to say on this sunny day, i don't know. I love my IMAX.

NO More Sunny Days.

2005-03-16T09:51:00.000-08:00

No more sunny days here is seattle. i look like the lion is coming in strong today. woke up late today 9:42am not a good sign. the wind was blowing and it's starting to rain. im thinking about getting some food from Mikey D's. something somthing. talk to you later.

2005-03-10T09:54:00.000-08:00

Just got this picture e-mail to me today i thought you guys might like it. Woke up at 9:14am today.

No Trailer

2005-03-09T18:09:00.000-08:00

No Trailer in front of IMAX version of Robots. that was a big let down today. Slow day just sat and watch some Aqua Teen Hunger Force. ATHF is a get show if you havn't seen it check it out.

Late Night Thougts

2005-03-08T10:01:00.000-08:00

Your thoughts grow twisted and, your body goes numb. You start thinking that your too old or to young too smart or too dumb. You start to get this feeling that your falling be hind is this social pod race. Your drink isn’t filled to the top and you have no idea when you should have stopped. You try to scratch your way trying to get to the top. But you end up on the bottom of an empty glass. Try to reach a better class and making your self and greater ass. So you start thinking about changing your mind, but you don’t get your self in line. So you fold three kings to the four-card flush, and you don’t know if it was a bluff. So you keep moving on. Never to know what you’re doing might be wrong. Socially owned and spiritually ungrown and never to be know. So you go to work or to the temple of own, or to Jeff Tweiten at the IMAX or Chelsea Simmons at the Dome. Our all of us when the lights go down episode three, Vader.

To Learn mor about Chelsea Quest to save the Dome go to http://savedome.cjb.net

Proud to be and American....

2005-03-07T17:28:00.000-08:00

Amendment I - Freedom of Religion, Press, Expression. Ratified 12/15/1791. Note

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

This is to the crazy lady that stopped by today. I might be a lier but then so was Goerge, John, and Sam. or can i not sit on my light blue sofa and wait for star wars.

2005-03-07T11:10:00.000-08:00

Robots opens at the IMAX this Friday! It should be wicked cool. More to come later today.

My Milkshake

2005-03-05T17:08:00.000-08:00

My Milkshake brings all the girls to the Line.
And THEY'RE LIKE, Are better than your's.
Damn right it's better then your's
I'll teach but I'll have to charge.
My Milkshake brings all the girls to the line'

2005-03-04T09:59:00.000-08:00

What time is it? it's dodge ball time. yes another day of watching dodge ball. the great under dog story. it was an early day today.

Woke up at 9:28am

2005-03-03T09:55:00.000-08:00

Woke up at 9:28am today. ate some Chex Mix and now watching dodge ball. yesterday watched EP 1 and EP 2. EP one wasn't as bad as i thought it was. I say that every one should rewatch it, and remember we get to see vader in may. also made up some new tee they should be up in a few days. It's going to be a niceday today.

Thanks for stopping by

2005-03-01T09:45:00.000-08:00

Hey Now I’d like to give a shout out to all the people at ILM who signed that poster, that was wicked cool. Also thanks for the shirt and a piece of the set. And most of all thank you for your support. You guy rule. Work hard I’m counting on you. I’ll see you on the dark side. I’m working on getting you guys some shirts.
Vader Baby, Vader

2005-03-01T09:37:00.000-08:00

Woke up this morning at 9:13am. weather looks nice; but the ground is still wet from last nights rain. Almost to the half way point!

2005-02-28T10:20:00.000-08:00

Looks like it's going to be raining most of the day today. It looks like CA is sending our weather back, thanks :-(

2005-02-28T10:02:00.000-08:00

So it's Raining right now. I got up around 8:37am today. i'm thinking about getting a cup of Joe. Don't I look HAPPY.

2005-02-28T10:00:00.000-08:00

This is the new setup

Strange thoughts on this...

2005-02-18T12:28:00.000-08:00

Strange thoughts on this nervous night in Seattle. Six years later? Seven? It seems like a lifetime, or an Era. The kind of high that might never comes again. Seattle right be for Star Wars opened was a very special time and place. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not… but no explanation, no words or music can touch that sense that you were there in that place in time and history. What ever it meant…
History is hard to know, because of all the media bullshit, and hazy memories, but even with being sure of history it seems entirely possible to think that every now and then the energy of a generation can come out in a bust kaleidoscope colors, for no reason that anyone can understand at that time. Nor can ever really explain, in retrospect. My central memory of that time seems to hang on three or four drinks and long nights in coffee houses or very early mornings lights right before dawn.
When I left Veto’s half crazed and twisted, instead of going home, aimed for troll under the Fremont bridge at top speed wearing my navy coat and fade blue Levi jeans… screaming through West Lake Center and FOA bear and the Cinerama… but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people where just a crazed and wild as I was. There was madness in all directions, at any hour. If not in Seattle, then down I-5 to San Fran or LA. You could strike a sparks anywhere
There was a fantastic and universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, and a sense that we were victors over the forces of old and evil. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
Now seven years later, I surf this beautiful wave on a light blue couch and with out stretched hands and touch the face of God.

You want this, don't you?

2005-02-13T19:44:00.000-08:00

2005-02-13T17:37:00.000-08:00

Get your Free Kenny Tee!

2005-02-13T15:56:00.000-08:00

Believe it or Not!

The Howl

2005-02-12T19:20:00.000-08:00

so i've been writing bad poetry so i thought i would post something good.

Howl, Parts I
Allen Ginsberg
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For Carl Solomon

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the
starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the
supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of
cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels
staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkan-
sas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes
on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in
wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt
of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or
purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and
endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind
leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunk-
enness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring
winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of
mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy
Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain
all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's floated out and sat
through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the
crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue
to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire
escapes off windowsills of Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and
anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with
brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous
picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of
China under junk-withdrawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wonder-
ing where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward
lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah
because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels
who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse
of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or
soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America
and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but
the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in
fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts
with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incompre-
hensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze
of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and
undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and
wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before
the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for
committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and
intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof
waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and
screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of
Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of
public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whom-
ever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind
a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to
pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew
of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the
womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass
and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman's loom.
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a
package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued
along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with
a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of con-
sciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and
were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of
the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C.,
secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver--joy to
the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner
backyards, moviehouses' rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or
with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings
& especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys
too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a
sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung-
over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams
& stumbled to unemployment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks
waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-
heat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hud-
son under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall
be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy
bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions
and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to
build harpsichords in their lofts,

who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the
tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in
the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming
of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside
of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next
decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and
were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were
growing old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue
amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regi-
ments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertis-
ing & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down
by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked
away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown
soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window,
jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the
street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph
records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whis-
key and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears
and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to the each other's
hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you
had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver
& waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in
Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver
is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other's salva-
tion and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a
second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals
with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang
sweet blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha
or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or
Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with
their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently
presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with
shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instanta-
neous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity
hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & am-
nesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table,
resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and
fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns
of the East,Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench
dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to
stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the
tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 a.m. and the last
telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room
emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper
rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary,
nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination-- ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in the
total animal soup of time--and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash
of the alchemy of the use of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the
vibrating plane, who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images
juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual
images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of
consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens
Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before
you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet
confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his
naked and endless head, the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here
what might be left to say in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow
of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love
into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered
the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies
good to eat a thousand years.

Questions of the Ages

2005-02-05T19:17:00.000-08:00

One of the top questions I get is "where do you go to the bathroom?" Well, a few friends of mine help me put together this little piece to answer that question once and for all. I hope you enjoy it.

Questions of the Ages - Part 1 (4MB Quicktime)
Questions of the Ages - Part 1 (2.4MB Windows Media)

jeff "sidewalker" tweiten

New column in the PI

2005-02-02T01:44:00.000-08:00

Here's the latest column from Susan Paynter of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer on my situation.

Seattle sidewalks no longer safe for silliness

jeff "sidewalker" tweiten

I've moved...

2005-01-30T16:44:00.000-08:00

Some of you who have been following the news (Seattle P-I, Q13 Fox News) know that I've moved to a new venue - the IMAX theatre at Pacific Science Center. Simply put, this is a MUCH better situation for me, and a better theatre to boot. Don't get me wrong, I love the Cinerama, but the IMAX format takes it to 11.

When I started this thing, I didn't know that IMAX had a chance of getting Episode III on opening day, but they've been getting a bunch of mainstream releases over the last year on opening day: Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions, the last Harry Potter film, and Polar Express (in 3D) are just a few examples, not to mention that Episode II was released in IMAX. Then I read this little report on TheForce.Net:

EP3: IMAX Episode III Possible

So, I'm putting my couch-loving ass on the line and sending a message to Lucasfilm:

BRING EPISODE 3 TO IMAX ON OPENING DAY

You can check out my new digs here: Seattle Center IMAX

Also, you can read up on what's been happening with me over the last couple of weeks in Susan Paynter's Lifestyle column in the Seattle P-I:

Star Wars fan is a throwback to Seattle's oddball days
The force of the law is against Star Wars squatter

Thanks to everyone who's already written in with support.

Jeff "I fought the law and the law won" Tweiten

Tees

2005-01-17T19:04:00.000-08:00

While I'm waiting in line, I've got a lot of time to kill (yeah, I bet you didn't know that), and I spend some of my time creating cool new designs and the occasional slogan. As I create these designs, I'll put them up on my CafePress store in case any of you want to pick up a t-shirt, mug, stein, etc. with one of my designs.

Waiting For Star Wars Stuff

Peace,
jeff "boom boom" tweiten

2005-01-17T16:35:00.000-08:00

Waiting, waiting, waiting....

Article in the Seattle P.I.

2005-01-15T17:22:00.000-08:00

Check it out here

E-Mail

2005-01-10T21:35:00.000-08:00

Just to let you know, my e-mail is superfan1138@hotmail.com

Comments

2005-01-08T16:45:00.000-08:00

Due to the actions of some on this site combined with the fact that I feel every one should be able to view this site (young and old); all posts with inappropriate subject matter will be removed from this site. I love hearing from everyone but you must do it in an appropriate manner. There is a time and a place for comments that are being made this is not that place. I do believe theforce.net has a board that you can air such comments. Sorry to all that had to read some of these comments. I will have most of the comments back up later on.
Thanks
&
Keep it clean

Jeff Tweiten

No Snow in Seattle

2005-01-08T13:17:00.000-08:00

NO snow in seattle last night. It wasn't even that cold. Casey is just now done with a new update it should be up on the site in a day or two. Most likely two...I have a feeling that he is getting tanked tonight. As for me, I'm still out here in the cold playing on. To some, "just let it go" & to some I hope when you're at a bar tonight raise a glass for me & say "Play on jeff, play on."

Have a nice day.

jeff "boom boom" tweiten

Tees

2005-01-07T16:27:00.000-08:00

Just to let every one know i should have some nice tee shirts up online in a few day.

snow is all around

2005-01-06T10:48:00.000-08:00

it look like it going to snow here in the next few hours. it's already snowing bainbridge, redmond so i'm told. fun in the so. i need snow like i need cow bell.

letter i just got

2005-01-06T10:43:00.000-08:00

To Whom It May Concern:

I am writing to you in regards to, arguably, the world's greatest Star Wars fan, Jeff Tweiten. This name may not mean anything to you, but you may recall his exploits: Jeff was one of the guys who waited in line for over three and a half months outside Seattle's Cinerama for Star Wars Episode II.

Well now Jeff is at it again. As of January 1st, Jeff set his ass down on the concrete, and he's been there ever since. He will be there, in fact, for over five months until 'Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith' is released. I believe he allows himself ten-fifteen minutes a day to shower across the street at a Hotel (someone saves his space in "line"), but other than that, Jeff is Seattle's latest fixture: an odd mix of devotion, philosophy, and human spectacle. Most people, of course, think of this stunt as ridiculous, and the knee-jerk reaction is always to write him off as some type of lunatic fanatic.

I am writing to you because this is not the case, and someone with prominence in the science-fiction/fantasy community needs to take notice of him. Briefly: Jeff is not an attention-seeker or a local media hound, he will continue his wait with or without any recognition from the wider world; rather, Jeff is someone who, as odd as it may seem to conventional society, feels deeply motivated by the idea of "waiting" for things of value, and in a consumer driven, materialistic culture he sees as spiritually drained, this is where he's putting his time and energy down as a worthy investment. All Star Wars fans are moved by how these films capture mythic themes of heroism, discipline, and inner strength, but I would wager that very few of them have been as thoroughly transformed by these ideals as Jeff Tweiten.

I can tell you this: I have had the pleasure of meeting many astounding and impressive spiritual 'masters' in my time - I have my Masters of Divinity from Columbia's Union Theological Seminary, and I worked for many years with the Venerable Lama Pema Wangdak here in New York City and throughout India, but until the day I die, Jeff will be in my own personal top 5 list of the most creative and uniquely powerful individuals I have ever met. A successful artist from Bainbridge Island, Jeff's genius comes not only from his talent, but from that unique ability to truly transcend the opinions of contemporary society in his path to let imagination re-create him. I recognize that this still sounds like a raving fanboy at best, and a complete lunatic at worst, but here's the proof that Jeff's the real thing. Are you ready? JEFF WAITED OUTSIDE IN LINE FOR A MOVIE FOR OVER FOUR MONTHS! And now he's at it again!! I don't think any of us can really have an accurate idea of what this entails. The elements, the mental and physical demands alone would surely weed out anyone who was simply crazy or posturing. Jeff is neither, and maintains his vigil with grace, compassion, and humor.

Remember: while I'm writing this, Jeff is out on the street. He's out on the street while you're reading this, too, and while you go for lunch, forget about all of this for a few hours, and then revisit it again in your mind, Jeff is still out there, right now, on the street, waiting for Star Wars. You may very well forget about this for months, and > it won't be until April that you'll think about it again, but Jeff will still be there, constant, disciplined, a mad hatter bodhisattva manifesting as the one thing all the stuffed shirts out there will be sure to mock and look over: a sci-fi fanboy on crusade, a modern Don Quixote who is unimpressed by the siren appeals of modern culture, and instead has chosen to wait for something of true value and excitement. Whatever any of us - or him - feels about the Star Wars films, (I know his favorite is still 'Empire Strikes Back') is irrelevant, it is the ideals behind these images that moves him, and it is to these timeless and unpopular ideals that he has committed himself. Jeff is not without a sense of irony, and perhaps it is all the more appropriate that this seat of American monasticism finds its most dedicated and insulted hero waiting for a big-budget juggernaut blockbuster.

My point is this: people should sit up and take notice of this guy. Someone fantastic and funny is happening in our midst, and when we look back to tell the story ten years from now, do we want to be one of those ants who lacked vision and mocked him, or one of his fellow crickets who played the violin all winter with him, just out of the sheer joy of myth and fantasy? What are you waiting for? What are any of us waiting for? People should get the word out, write up a story or two, and show Jeff some support. You can reach him at superfan1138@waitingforstarwars.com.

Thank you for your time,

Michael Ellick, M.Div.

Snow in Seattle

2005-01-05T21:21:00.000-08:00

So I heared today that it was going to snow. If that happens i was thinking about making a snow man. If that is the case what kind of snow man would you guys like to see post it up!

Jeff Tweiten Super Fan 1138

The Jar Jar Binks Lame List

2005-01-05T13:15:00.000-08:00

Check out this little video we put together during the Episode II wait. It's a parody of the old Almost Live "Lame List" sketch.

Hi Res (2.43 MB)
Lo Res (1 MB)

Jeff Tweiten
"Superfan 1138"

Welcome to my wait

2005-01-04T15:11:00.000-08:00

Well, I've finally got this website up and running, and I'll use it to update everyone on how things are going, the people I meet, and other random musings as I wait here in line at the Cinerama theatre in Seattle for the opening of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith.

In the meantime, check out this intro video (in Windows Media format) that my friend Casey Frank put together on day 1 of the wait:

Hi Res (5.7 MB)
Lo Res (866 KB)

Jeff Tweiten
"Superfan 1138"