David Lynch’s Room to Dream

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Review of the new bio-memoir, Room to Dream, written by David Lynch and Krisitine McKenna.
“For the past forty somewhat years, David Lynch has dreamscaped a long day’s journey into night, taking audiences on a hallucinated tour through the underworld of their own splintered psyche. In a world, or perhaps I should say industry, often bereft of visionary spellcasting, Lynch has been the equivalent of a cinematic shaman, a goofball deviant in bi-polar shades, trafficking in symbols, archetypes, glyphs, images and impressions, fished out from a fathomless substratum. His oeuvre, a steam-punk Frankenstein of interchangeable parts, speaks to the savvy and glee of a mad scientist at play, while his blending of the eternal with American pop has given us a surrealistic soap-opera with an eye toward the numinous. Carl Jung eating apple pie in a diner while riffing on anima with a gum-clacking waitress named Flo; the red-jacketed ghost of James Dean partying on top of a toxic mushroom cloud while Marilyn Monroe lip-syncs “Happy Birthday” in Yiddish; a blue jukebox isolated in the desert where it serves as an altar for a congregation of devout rabbits . . . these could be dispatches from a world of Lynch’s making.”
Read the full review at Riot Material.
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Decree

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If you are wondering
what is happening to the earth,
or what that sound is you hear
at night,
halfway between dream
and mortar,
rest easy,
it is simply women
waking up to move mountains,
by order of the Moon’s decree.
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Nimbically Yours

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Piers, the nimbic embodiment
of all that there is, right now.
New Romanticism in the air.
Nocturne. 
It’s what clouds eat for breakfast.
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Swinger

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Piers, at play,
in the swingland of shadows
and thinned veils.
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Wings and Prayers

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“Armed with burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”–Arthur Rimbaud
Piers, rocking the morphlife, growing her wings.
Nocturne rising. Pinkmilk dawn on its tender heels.
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What Dreams May Come

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Piers, cloud-crowned,
reflectively slotted in her shadowlife.
Nocturne on the horizon.

 

 

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Uncover Girl

Full cover spread of Nocturne Variations, coming this November.

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Veils

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Veils thin, and purple,
to reveal those between worlds–
Do not be so sure.
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Apparitional

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Trudging through fresh dusk,
apparitions leave no prints–
twilight becomes them.
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Scarring

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There are stories, chanced
to be heard in silent scars–
listen with your eyes.
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