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Somewhere someone (maybe
David Joseph, Andrew Dietz, or Missy Stowell) is working on something (maybe called "
American Zen: Fighting For Our Lives"), which may or not make it out of production and onto the small screen as a miniseries.
Imagine it: "I was desperate, sitting on a pillow. Doing nothing was the last thing I wanted to do. We were fugitive-beat-poets, junkies, hippies, speed freaks, and generally maladjusted, too young to even know what to do with the insane experiences we'd had in the world. Zen was perfect. It asked nothing of you. Simple. Just sit down."
Boy, Hollywood is one tough town. Imagine trying to pitch
this script. Will it ever make it to air?
American Tao, too?
(Wisdom Quarterly) We should work up a
spec if this is all it takes. We can see it now... "
American Tao: Abiding on a Cloud." We were satisfied, walking up a misty mountain,
whereabouts unknown. Taking the path of least resistance was the last thing we wanted. We were poetic-writers, beaten, tricked out, freaky, and all too well adjusted to middle class norms, yet too stupid to know what to do with our vanilla dreams and milky experiences, echoing the
Sixties. The Tao was just right. It spun of its own accord.
Yin then yang unto yin again, one inside the other, fed by contrast. Impossible. Just going with the flow."
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