In "The Science of Sleep" Gael García Bernal creates a fascinating and - to those of us who live in the Fluxus World - totally understandable vision of of a man's life wherein the dream becomes the reality and the reality contains fragments of truth and lie. Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee. In grade school, now here is the ultimate Fluxus Flashback, Julie Grettum sang "Beautiful Dreamer" as a solo, on stage, must have been around 196, Echols School. The rest of us sang "It's a Grand Old Flag" because it was a high flying flag and forever in peace may she wave. She might be the emblem of the land I love, but she is also the home of the free and the brave. One hand celebrates Woody Guthrie while the other? It rides the City of New Orleans. Julie's mother made pasta, I remember their kitchen and the drying pasta hanging from wooden stands. And her father, Russell, owned warehouses. They smoked Pall Malls. I remember the Art Nouveau box design, the red box. My parents smoked Winstons. Boxes, perhaps then began my fascination with same? ... read more

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