Tag Archives: david lynch
Twinning, to ravel frayed hearts in ghost-dark concert– Proof, to no avail. Advertisements
To scour ruins, mirrors bind the darkest glare– She will betray you.
Possession breeds claws, foreshortened, to grasp at straws– Nature turning tricks.
Never before seen footage of lives dreamed in red- set fire to curtains.
How the secret falls, from bowed lips modeling noir– Night calls burn slowly.
The other woman is not always who you think– matching fingerprints.
Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.
Intimacy, the skeining of desire, bound by recourse.
What qualifies as an artistic wet dream for me: David Lynch remixing Agnes Obel’s “Fuel to the Fire.” The tune is like mainlining dark chocolate with hints of winter and opium. Listen here.