“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
“I watch the moon hang in the sky/I feel the traffic rushing by/Freight train engine in the night/I’m still here waiting for you/I feel the cold breeze in the air/My eyes blind by headlight’s glare,” sings Chromatics’s Ruth Radelet in their song “Headlight’s Glare.” Mimicking the wistful lyrics, the music is dreamlike, imbued with both … Continue reading
*honk honk honk honk* Please we have to get home! She’s sick! AAAH! AAAH! OH GOD! AAH! AAAH! OOH! OOH! OH HELLO THERE! Sorry, dearest Filthy Dreams readers and fellow Twin Peaks fanatics, I was just getting into my newest hobby, mimicking my favorite new character on Twin Peaks: The Return–woman in car with the … Continue reading
“You’re still with me. That’s good.” Sure, that was the nefarious Mr. C talking to himself–or really BOB–in the mirror of his prison cell, but I share the same sentiment. I’m glad you’re still with us, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, for Lost in the Bang Bang Bar. This week, we’re joyriding through Twin Peaks: The … Continue reading