and here we go
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i intended to just have the above text as a placeholder post, one that i'd edit out soon, as i figure out how to structure everything, but then i thought, "why not keep it?"
i watched twin peaks yesterday, episode one. it's a rewatch. i love david lynch.
anyone familiar with lynch's work--casual fan to enthusiast--at some point engages with his work with a cinephilic air. lynch is often associated with this circle of folks who dissect film, whether it be for the sake of expressing their interest in such, or to impress someone who mentioned his name in passing. you, the viewer, feel compelled to stop, pay attention to every detail in a film of his, as if you'll be quizzed at the end, and feel a sense of accomplishment when watching a video essay afterwards, on the film in question, because you "got everything" the first time.
in the pilot, there is a scene that opens in what looks like an interrogation room, camera inside facing the door; cooper, harry, and a lady (i can't recall her name), enter. there is a taxidermied deer bust on the table in between camera and cast. at this point in the episode, much of the events surrounding laura palmer's investigation feel like something out of a dream. anything strange must be a clue.
lynch does love his noirs. what he also loves is the absurd. when the three enter the room, all look towards the deer on the table, pause for a beat, until the lady remarks, "oh, that fell." then she resumes dialogue pertaining to the investigation. this tiny acknowledgement got a laugh out of me the first time, and once more during this rewatch.
the deer was never relevant. for all i know, this was improvised, and a piece of the set fell at some point and lynch just rolled with it. for all i know, it wasn't either, but lynch has a way of storytelling that doesn't take itself seriously.
he will be missed. i'm honestly affected by his passing more than i thought. this is less of a memorial post and more of a declaration of my blogging style. lynch inspired me to appreciate structure and intention, but life isn't all that, my continual stream of thoughts certainly aren't, so i need to hold space for absurdity as well.
it's grounding to not take yourself seriously. i want to honor myself in this way by posting as i see fit, without concerns for aesthetics, metrics, and writing for anyone but me.