Chateau Dreams - James Franco

选自付老师14年诗集《Directing Herbert White》
Chateau Dreams
I picture them all, in different positions,
And the same positions,
And I, like a sculptor, would position them, and mold them.
Or like a choreographer put them through the same paces,
Again and again.
At the center of the arrangement of chalk bungalows
There is an oval pool like a blue pill,
huddled by ferns, palms and banana trees
Tended to be wild,
Webbed by a nexus of stone walkways.
In the day,
Mermaid and hairy mermen drape the brickwork.
At night the underwater lights electrify the pool zinc blue,
The surface cradles the oven-red reflection of the neon Chateau sign
Above Sunset, above the paparazzi and miniskirts.
There is a painting of a blond sailor,
Dressed in blue and red and white,
A stoic version of myself.
For nine months in ’06, while fixing my house,
I stayed in the bungalows,
First in 82, next to the little Buddha in the long fountain
Trickling.
Lindsay Lohan was about.
The Chateau was her home, the staff her servants.
She got my room key with ease,
She came in at 3 a.m.
I woke on the couch, trying not to look surprised.
I read her a short story about a neglected daughter.
Every night Lindsay looked for me.
My Russian friend Drew was always around like a wraith
-He, like the blond painting, was my doppelganger-
Writing script about rape and murder.
A Hollywood Dostoevsky, he gambled his money away.
We played a ton for ping pong.
.
In ’82, John Belushi died from a speedball in Bungalow 3;
In ’54, forty-three-year-old Nick Ray
Fucked fifteen-year-old Natalie Wood in Bungalow 2;
In 2005, Lindsay Lohan lived in room 19 for two years
Because “she didn’t want to be alone.”
Ambulance calls were the regular antidote to her demon nights.
Midway through my stay,
I changed to Bungalow 89.
In that room,
I read a bunch of Jacobean plays
About revenge, seduction, and lust.
In Bungalow 89
There was the sailor on the wall,
Glass eyed and pale.
The room was on the second level,
The exterior walls hugged by vines.
Every night Lindsay looked for me and I hid.
Out the window was Hollywood.