Editor: David Herrle
 @DavidHerrle
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me and my son, Emerson, June 2018

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Don’t eat the red snow.

Trish Regan has the best speaking voice on Earth.

I don’t like to brag, but I put the hipness is squareness.

My Works Cited is bigger than yours.

Thanks to Amazon, this is no longer a mall-dominated society.

If I ever do decide to get a tattoo it’ll be four letters: NSFW.

A favorite clip from Byron’s Manfred: “Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most/Must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth…”

I will name my next daughter Hyperbola.

We’ve all had our fall from gross.

To bae, or not to bae…

Call me aesthetically backward, but I tend to like before photos better than after photos.

Sometimes I forget that most people don’t read. Even most readers don’t read.

French playwright Edmond Rostand created hip hop with Cyrano de Bergerac’s ballade.

Beethoven ♥s quaternity. But of the three-motif second movement of his Ninth, I wonder like Jung: “There are three, but where’s the fourth?”

Charles Dana Gibson was the Victorian Era’s Frank Cho.

Sometimes Coldplay outU2s U2.

“Television is now the movies, and movies are increasingly like television,” Bret Easton Ellis said on his podcast. Right on! Though I think Ellis’ statement isn’t meant positively and he might not like what I’m about to say, I recently binge-watched David Lynch’s and Mark Frost’s Twin Peaks: The Return, and I’m convinced that this third – and inordinately superior – season of the series may be the most thrilling, delightful and compelling television ever.

I’m a heretic who dislikes Blue Velvet, finds Eraserhead so-so and believes that the first season of Twin Peaks deserves many yawns (I favor the second season and the Fire Walk With Me film), and my favorite Lynch works used to be Mulholland Drive and Lost Highway. Used to be. The Return, unchained from network censorship and myopia, is not only Lynch’s apotheosis, it’s more than enough penance for Inland Empire.

Twin Peaks: The Return‘s Dougie Jones character, who becomes a soft simpleton after Agent Cooper’s transmigration into the real world, radiates innocence and non-duplicity, as strongly as normal Cooper is iconized for his righteousness, bravery and fundamental goodness. And Dougie’s near-blankness and tic of repeating key words that he hears allows him to be a clean slate for others’ interpretations and projections. Though his inscrutability may frustrate or perplex at first, it has the tendency to evoke positive emotions and awaken kindness where it might otherwise be lacking or dormant. This salvational-simpleton trope has been effective since Don Quixote, and it’s particularly delightful in Karl Childers of Sling Blade, Chance of Being There, brain-damaged Henry Turner of Regarding Henry – even E.T. (whose “simpleness” is due to extraterrestriality rather than mental defect, of course).

Japanese poet Issa says that we walk on hell’s flower-covered roof (so ruin and death are existentially fundamental), but G.K. Chesterton warns us not to mistake the troublesome siege on the citadel as the citadel itself.

In his Gilliamesque memoir, Terry Gilliam said, “The most important single cultural influence on my teenage years was Mad comics.” Though Mad wasn’t the most important influence for me, it certainly was up there with superhero comic books, recordings of the old Inner Sanctum and The Shadow radio shows, Stephen Kings novels and morose music such as The Smiths and The Cure.

If there were a novel called AtLancaster Shrugged, its rhetorical question would be “Who is John of Gaunt?”

Stephen King at Jerry Jenkins’ blog: “Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.”

 


Sweet Pea