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Twin Peaks “Lonely Souls” [1990)
Holy shit.
New shoes.
New shoes.
That this ever made it on TV.
Good lord.
Goddamned genius!
The Pepsi/Coke challenge.
It was indeed David Lynch who directed this episode.
The scariest moment in American TV history.
Eclipsed.
Because the owls are not what they seem.
Truly possession.
It…would be a lot easier not to give a shit.
And so this isn’t a paranoid statement.
THe owls. Everyman. Conspiring for truth.
Histoire(s).
That the French gave the world film criticism.
But Hollywood provided Hitchcock with just the right concoction.
An unknown drug.
In my corner, I am meaningless.
So that we must know the giant.
Maybe the evil of the Bilderberg Hotel.
Carel Struycken.
But really the eveil of which we all know we are capable.
How’s that?
It is the family of man.
We learn from every source.
The genius of James Joyce. Blind prematurely. Scribbling.
What Beethoven called it. The “late” quartets.
Not his own program.
Scratching. Fiddling. John Carson.
Looks like a “D” this time.
And should we be surprised?
It is the cosmology of drama.
No creators dared.
Till David Lynch and Mark Frost.
But Lynch proves who the real killer is.
Power center.
Category killer.
Television which shames cinema.
Never been scared reading a film review?
Think TV is pap?
I did too. Never.
It means much more that I don’t give you the words easily.
What would be the healthy thing?
Harmony. Community.
But we live in perpetual hell.
And so Baudelaire takes his place among urban poets.
Muck of milkshake.
If…we know the secret to illusion.
Then we are not as scared.
But the real thing is positively chilling.
Effect.
Several messes.
Remember Finnegan serialized.
Histoire(s) televised.
I am but a lonesome hobo.
Luke the drifter.
But we want our entertainment to contain everything.
And Hitchcock achieved it first. And best.
Set limitless parameters.
So that Lynch could step in.
Nature morte.
Exquisite corpse.
The song doesn’t exist.
-PD
Un condamné à mort s’est échappé ou Le vent souffle où il veut [1956)
I wanted to write last night, but the Internet fell asleep.
This is one of my favorite films ever.
But I needed to rewatch it. As I always do. Every movie.
Real fear.
Real danger.
A long project.
Extracting yourself from the superjail. The prison planet.
A Man Escaped. We have it easy in English.
But witness the fullness of the French title.
It speaks to care. Rope. Hooks. Months. Of planning.
And it all started with a spoon.
Tin nor aluminum will do. Neither.
We must wait for iron.
Steel?
Iron. Hardness.
It’s World War II.
Today. World War III.
And for the CIA, World War IV.
Chemists. Physicists. And now mathematicians.
Computer scientists. Statisticians.
No, that’s post-War. Japan.
But for now we are locked in a room of our own making.
If we can only get through the door.
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
tap tap tap tap
tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
Which isn’t to say, taps.
We must succeed at this chess game.
Playing against an adversary with few weaknesses.
Multiple layers of defense and surveillance.
Doors and locks and gates and bars.
And silence.
It is the silence which will betray us.
And so, Dr. No, we must slip our shoes off for a little putting practice.
It is a real battle.
CIA vs. FBI. Refereed by the NSA.
NGA vs. NRO. Chantilly lace vs. a pretty face.
A girl and a gun.
ASIS vs. DIGO. Or dingo.
Rich.
ASCAP vs. BM.I
But let me back up to the kebab organization known as SHISH.
Apologies to Belgium.
But it is worth noting SV/SE vs. CSIS/SCRS.
Scissors. Suckers. A scissor.
A pair of scissors.
He would need more leverage. The most overused word in business.
And as meaningless as “innovation”.
What they mean is “interesting”…that’s innovation.
And by false flag, “not what it seems”.
Dear NEADS in Rome (NY) uttered collectively the phrase of Baudrillard’s lifetime:
“Is this real-world or exercise?”
But we have remembered it as simulation.
Going over his escape a million times in his head.
With poor reconnaissance.
Except the dead would-be escapee.
“He’s practically free.”
“No one’s practically free.”
Jessica Lange, incredulous.
But she’s not in this movie.
She’s headed to Roswell.
Named after Yale graduate Roswell Rudd.
A little town in New Mexico.
Out of time. Mind.
CSE vs. GCHQ. Or CSEC.
An animal with five eyes has no competition.
Within himself. The owls are not what they seem.
Fifth wheel. Hokey pokey.
Valuable antipodes.
And RCMP vs. FBI. Horses. Or moose.
Hippopotamus. POTUS. Not amused.
DND seems incorrect.
What was Fontaine in for?
And Jost?
DIPOLCAR. Position.
MSS vs. RSS. Seems so simple. Really simple! And so complex.
Pledged ΚΥΠ.
But the division.
ÚZSI vs. UZI. Sounds dangerous.
With PET we get to canned milk or breaking wind.
A lovable Lego intelligence agency.
Of one.
Just one?
KaPo vs. capo. Vs. ligatura.
Hitchcock’s rope vs. Bresson’s rope.
For this is Robert Bresson. The movie. Under consideration.
SUPO vs. sumo.
But we really get fired up by DGSE.
And it’s only appropriate.
DGSE vs. BND.
The only war which has ever been fought.
Das Fenster vs. la fenêtre.
The most delicate element of escape.
A crack in the breeze.
SIN vs. voodoo of all sorts.
GRLS. Girls? Gorillas? Scalded ape?
When you need headache relief quick. Choose BAINTELKAM!
A Buddhist temple with a surrounding population 95% Muslim.
Amazing. Elton John.
MOIS. Ooh… Now we are getting serious.
Putting the me in month.
And of course “the Institute” (moving alphabethically).
Lisping along.
How will you project your escape. Like Desargues.
And Poncelet.
The movie camera.
Go directly to jail.
Whale song matryoshka.
AISE. Must be the coolest. Standard issue Ferraris. And meals in Modena.
Like Matthew Broderick’s brief moment of cool in Election.
Gid Tanner and his Skillet-Lickers…coming to the Kingdom of Jordan…real soon.
SREL. Sreally? That’s SRAL. Like SalvaDali.
CISEN as sí señor.
Not quite hermeneutics.
FIB vs. SIN.
PST. Masters of recruitment.
And FOST vs. SIE.
The big daddy ISI vs. ailleurs.
The canal of SENIS. Central American zipper.
Could have been Lake Nicaragua.
AW 🙂 Georges Sand approaching Chopin with flowers.
He was a woman. Mr. Sandman.
SIRP vs. usurp.
SVR vs. GRU. [now we’re making some sense]
And DEVGRU vs. GRU.
GIP is priceless. One letter from perfection.
VOA vs. VOA.
NISA vs. NASA. And the incomparable skills of PIS.
In joint operations with SENIS.
CITCO vs. Citgo.
Must it be? It must be. It MUST be.
And back to our MI6 and DIA and ONI.
These are the thoughts of a man in jail.
Where having a pencil is punishable by firing squad.
And so he builds his hope on escape.
From the mundane.
He is a true soldier.
Though he be stripped of any recognition.
Wisdom is that final step. On a journey which started with mere data.
-PD
Twin Peaks “Coma” [1990)
And here the trail goes cold…
I’m not at liberty to reveal the nature of my work.
Space gibberish. [do͞owäp]
Creamed corn.
The owls are not what they seem.
Cooper Cooper Cooper.
Pentagon.
Deliver the message.
No more notes.
Do not underestimate the importance of doo-wop as a key to understanding David Lynch.
Jimmy Wales vs. Jeff Bezos.
The Pepsi-Coke challenge in Palestine.
Charlie Hebdo…back when it was a newspaper…and not a (false flag).
Indefinite article followed by différance.
brisure
It was Wayne Coyne sung,
“Forcing it off with their hands
The trap door came undone
Above our heads it swung
The privilege had been won”
A spoonful weighs a ton iS tHE nAME oF tHE sONG.
Softly, the bullet went in.
Because it was fictional.
sangre azul
I figured must be freckled.
Veins of copper.
And the Basque mystery.
“The owls are not what they seem”
NYPVTT
It is the ongoing conversation between military rationality.
And the pluri-dimensional eccentrics of Marabar Caves.
Austin Lynch in microcosm.
Anton Yelchin, dead.
Amjad Sabri, dead.
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Missing from Omar Mateen. Always case closed. Linear psyops leave no room for intuitive, oral orientalism of art. Why they disintegrate. |
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