“Memory–what a strange thing it is!…” writes Gaston Bachelard in The Poetics of Space (9).In contrast to its dry and dour title, The Poetics of Space is a thoroughly Lynchian trip through memory, home and dreams, or more specifically, daydreams. Continue reading
Tag Archives: David Lynch
Continuing The Dream At Robert Gober’s “Tick Tock”
“Part of the thing about secrets is that they have a certain kind of mystery to me. A dark secret, I don’t want to see something so clearly that it would destroy an imaginary picture…secrets and mysteries…provide a beautiful little corridor where you can float out and many, many wonderful things can happen,” vividly describes … Continue reading
Filthy Dreams’s Valentine’s Day At The Roadhouse Playlist
Special Agent…are you there? Oh! Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams lovebirds. We were just praying to our Valentine–Special Agent Dale Cooper. By the way, I love this music. Isn’t it tooooo dreamy? *gets up and sways* For this V-Day, after our twin Sleazy Songs of Seduction playlists from years past, we’re bringing all you … Continue reading
Merry Christmas From The Black Lodge!: Jherek Bischoff’s “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire Walk With Me”
As you know, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, we, here at Filthy Dreams, spent most of the year obsessing about Twin Peaks: The Return. Even after the show’s finale in September, we’ve been stuck in the Roadhouse, haunted by not-Laura Palmer’s final scream and whisper. I still close my eyes and see Laura pulling off her … Continue reading
It Don’t Rain In Beverly Hills: David Hockney’s Los Angeles Fantasy
“Los Angeles is not what you see in the movies. It’s like Detroit with palm trees.”–Don Draper I never liked the Los Angeles episodes of Mad Men. Well, at least at first. Something about Don losing himself in the sun, sand and vivid colors of California just felt wrong. He belonged guzzling an Old Fashioned … Continue reading
Strange What Love Does: Lisa Brice’s “Boundary Girl”
Blue and red make the hottest of color combinations. Oppositional yet no less alluring, the passion of these contrasting colors is perhaps best exemplified by the opening scene of Jean-Luc Godard’s chaotic domestic classic Le Mépris. Laying in bed with her husband Paul, Brigitte Bardot’s Camille questions him on how much he loves her body, while bathed in a red glow. Continue reading
Is It Future Or Is It Past?: Stuck In The Eternal Return With Twin Peaks: The Return “Parts 17 & 18”
Well, hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers and Twin Peaks fanatics! It’s a good thing we made so many sandwiches! Sadly it’s time for one last jaunt to get Lost In The Bang Bang Bar for Twin Peaks: The Return Parts 17 and 18. I hope to see all of you again–every one of you. … Continue reading
It Was Like, What, Electricity?: Wallowing In Saudade In Twin Peaks: The Return “Part 16”
Well hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers and Twin Peaks fanatics! You are awake–100%! And you know what that means–time to head to the Roadhouse for our weepy penultimate Lost In The Bang Bang Bar for Twin Peaks: The Return Part 16. So get out your tissues. And I know I’m talking with a lot of assurance–Side … Continue reading
My Log Is Turning Gold: Remembering That Death Is Not The End In Twin Peaks: The Return “Part 15”
*turns on the TV* Oh! Sunset Boulevard–my favorite! You know, dearest Filthy Dreams readers and Twin Peaks fanatics, every time I watch Norma Desmond make her cracked actress descent down that staircase, I just feel like taking a fork and jamming it in a wall socket. BZZZZZZ! SIZZLE! Don’t you? No? Well, as you probably … Continue reading
I Saw Myself, I Saw Myself From Long Ago: Unraveling Subjecthood In Twin Peaks: The Return “Part 14”
I’m like the blue rose….Oh! Hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers and fellow Twin Peaks fanatics. I don’t know about you but I’m feeling in the mood for another Bloody Mary with a side of existential terror and half a neck, but we’ll get to our role model Sarah Palmer later as we continue to … Continue reading