Science thinks it knows what religion doesn’t.
Religion thinks it knows what science doesn’t.
Science thinks.
Religion feels.
Romance is a sort of religion.
Unthinking.
But beautiful.
These are the issues in this rather unremarkable episode of Twin Peaks.
The romance of film criticism seeks to give no spoilers.
Break the code, solve the case.
Handwriting analysis…seems as old and mystical as phrenology.
Because today it is stylometry.
Were it not for Snowden, we’d still be in the dark.
ABSENCE OF LIGHT.
Hoping David Sanborn makes an album called Kryptos.
Or not.
I INSERTED THE CANDLE.
CAUSED THE FLAME TO FLICKER.
EMERGED FROM THE MIST.
There’s easier ways to get jobs.
To make verb tenses agree.
And to verb agreements tense.
Word pie lay.
The fragments are essential.
Each piece.
Piece by piece.
With ice cream on the side.
Huckleberry H.
Scalia was whisked off.
Like a broom.
He had been a jack of one-eyed secret society. Guest. SS.
Pound’s poetry didn’t go this deep.
But deeper.
To Colombian hell.
It’s trying to think.
Puttin’ on the Ritz.
I thought it was her.
A cipher.
Shame on me.
Eric Da Re. Doremi Fasol Latido.
Rest in pain.
Jawohl.
The biggest asshole in television history.
Vs. a perception sharpest blade mind ever.
Even for an actor.
Kyle MacLachlan.
Sherlock Holmes.
A perverse sense of knowing.
Raymond Chandler.
Several stops and starts to get here.
Like the end of Vivre sa vie.
And like the beginning.
Michel Legrand subject to the most genius whims ever.
Lynch is our Godard.
Where the Germans have Schoenberg, we have Ives.
Not the best metaphor.
But perfect.
Length trying your patience.
I know.
Like the end of Vivre sa vie.
Where we don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
That is the bathos of mechanical mayhem. Haywire sob hiccups.
G’uh g’uh g’uh.
Over and over and over and over and over again.
The Vladimir Poutine syndicate have goldBRICked with the Meow Zedong overseas intelligence amoeba to form a truly Quebecois brand of! Godspeed.
Kinda like that hockey scene from Strange Brew.
Messiaen at the organ.
ils.
Sont. Hellfire. Bohemian.
No Moloch or Moulouk can do it justice.
Moulouk vs. Bébert.
Oui. C’est Ça.
There’s always two sets of books.
-PD
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