Tag Archives: david lynch

Proof

Twinning, to ravel frayed hearts in ghost-dark concert– Proof, to no avail. Advertisements

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Scour

To scour ruins, mirrors bind the darkest glare– She will betray you.

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Possession

Possession breeds claws, foreshortened, to grasp at straws– Nature turning tricks.

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Red

Never before seen footage of lives dreamed in red- set fire to curtains.

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Secret

How the secret falls, from bowed lips modeling noir– Night calls burn slowly.  

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A Hard Case

The other woman is not always who you think– matching fingerprints.

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Nephilim

Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.

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Bound

Intimacy, the skeining of desire, bound by recourse.

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David Lynch & Agnes Obel

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.

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