“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
All right. I decided to hold my nose, and check to see for myself what may be going on wth Bloggjng's Bloodiest Nuisance.
LES CARPENTER, himself, known to most of us Rational Nation USA, RN, The Registeredf Nurse, –– or possibly best among the numerous enemies he's made as NURSIE POO-POO –– has posted a formal announcement at his site that he is CLOSING HIS BLOG PERMANENTLY.
I feel compelled to add that I hope that means he intends to LEAVE the BLOGOSPHERE completely, and STOP BEDEVILING CONSRVATIVE BLOGS with his neverending PLATITUDES, WITLESS TAUNTS and JIBES.
I enjoyed the low key "Sidewalk Jazz" at the opening very much, but this is ––to me –– an exhibition of the grotesque innerworkings of a deeply disturbed mind made manifest.
This is the stuff that nightmares are made on, And all our lives are but an endless scream.
The extreme hideousness of the first picture we see "Man Laughing" will stay with me much much longer than I wishl it would.
The ferocity implicit in all those mouth lined with sharp, merciless-looking teeth makes me fear for this man Lynch's immrtal soul.
The only ATTRATCTIVE item in the entire exhibition was the fireplace mantel.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr! I feel at once both chilled and nauseated.
David Lynch is renowned for defying the viewer's expectations. I think that he did that with this "gallery art" installation as well, taking a two-dimensional medium into a multi-media third dimension. Yes, it's traditionally done with sculpture, but there was only one "sculpture" in this collection.
The strangeness/weirdness from Lynch is the expectation. What defied this expectation? IMO, it was the added "dimension" and missing medium (film). It wasn't, perhaps, the most "original" idea. But I found it interesting, nonetheless.
...and oftentimes, there is none. Like serendipity, there are a million rainbows in every thunderstorm. Whether or not we see them, depends upon where we are.
I never watch the movie Lost Highway the same way twice. I've watched it maybe six times and each time I'm disturbed for a different reason. Moreso than Eraserhead or Blue Velvet.
Do you like Francis Bacon's work (Lynch's inspiration)? I suspect that the "reach" of Lynch's multimedia installations have much "less reach" than its' subjects. ;)
Lost Highway is a fairly convincing simulation of a psychogenic fugue state and schizophrenia where a murderer has detached himself from reality and ran from his guilt so much that he actually believes he is a different person than the one that committed rhe crimes.
I know that's a superficial analysis of the film, but being insane is not suppossed to be enjoyable, but rather frightening. Other than the murder(s), nothing in the movie actually happened, as we're viewing the world through the damaged psyche and vivid hallucinations of the murderer running from himself. Once you dig that out of Lost Highway, the movie "makes more sense," but also disturbs you even more.
I wonder if David Lynch has ever actually had a psychotic break from reality, because Lost Highway is exactly what that feels like, and it ain't fun.
I don't think so. I just checked, and he posted at Progressive Eruptions on April 3. WYD is closed to comments indefinitely, so we can't check there. He's not allowed here, and not welcome anywhere else I know except PE.
I'd be very careful if I were you about spreading unconfirmed rumor, besides good news such as that happen VERY infrequently.
btw - He posts sporadically at Dervishes blogs, and IS welcome to post here. I've stopped censoring my blog years ago, although I do reserve the right to resume censorship whenever the mood again strikes me. I found censorship unfair to all.
To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go To right the unrightable wrong To love pure and chaste from afar To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest To follow that star No matter how hopeless No matter how far
To fight for the right Without question or pause To be willing to march into Hell For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true To this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this That one man, scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable stars
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All right. I decided to hold my nose, and check to see for myself what may be going on wth Bloggjng's Bloodiest Nuisance.
LES CARPENTER, himself, known to most of us Rational Nation USA, RN, The Registeredf Nurse, –– or possibly best among the numerous enemies he's made as NURSIE POO-POO –– has posted a formal announcement at his site that he is CLOSING HIS BLOG PERMANENTLY.
I feel compelled to add that I hope that means he intends to LEAVE the BLOGOSPHERE completely, and STOP BEDEVILING CONSRVATIVE BLOGS with his neverending PLATITUDES, WITLESS TAUNTS and JIBES.
We all close our blogs... but then we come back to them. Perhaps he's simply becoming a bit more introspective?
I enjoyed the low key "Sidewalk Jazz" at the opening very much, but this is ––to me –– an exhibition of the grotesque innerworkings of a deeply disturbed mind made manifest.
This is the stuff that nightmares are made on,
And all our lives are but an endless scream.
The extreme hideousness of the first picture we see "Man Laughing" will stay with me much much longer than I wishl it would.
The ferocity implicit in all those mouth lined with sharp, merciless-looking teeth makes me fear for this man Lynch's immrtal soul.
The only ATTRATCTIVE item in the entire exhibition was the fireplace mantel.
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr! I feel at once both chilled and nauseated.
Were you a Twin Peaks fan? I suspect not.
David Lynch is renowned for defying the viewer's expectations. I think that he did that with this "gallery art" installation as well, taking a two-dimensional medium into a multi-media third dimension. Yes, it's traditionally done with sculpture, but there was only one "sculpture" in this collection.
The strangeness/weirdness from Lynch is the expectation. What defied this expectation? IMO, it was the added "dimension" and missing medium (film). It wasn't, perhaps, the most "original" idea. But I found it interesting, nonetheless.
PS - Meaning/ language come "after" the experience. I suspect we leave with the meaning we come into the experience with.
...and oftentimes, there is none. Like serendipity, there are a million rainbows in every thunderstorm. Whether or not we see them, depends upon where we are.
I never watch the movie Lost Highway the same way twice. I've watched it maybe six times and each time I'm disturbed for a different reason. Moreso than Eraserhead or Blue Velvet.
I'm more a Mulholland Drive/Twin Peaks/Dune fan. :)
I don't understand why you all dont see these grotesque, hideous images as morbid, unhealthy, demented nd franly TERRIFYING.
I know nothing of Twin Peaks, nor would i want to.
I did go to see Blue Velvet mostly because i was curious to see Ingrid Bergman's daugther Isabella Rossellini on the screen.
I found it disgusting, depressing, depraved and unworthy of serious attention.
I HAVEN'T LIKE ANYTHING ABOUT POP CULTURE SINCE KENNEDY WAS SHOT.
Do you like Francis Bacon's work (Lynch's inspiration)? I suspect that the "reach" of Lynch's multimedia installations have much "less reach" than its' subjects. ;)
Lost Highway is a fairly convincing simulation of a psychogenic fugue state and schizophrenia where a murderer has detached himself from reality and ran from his guilt so much that he actually believes he is a different person than the one that committed rhe crimes.
I know that's a superficial analysis of the film, but being insane is not suppossed to be enjoyable, but rather frightening. Other than the murder(s), nothing in the movie actually happened, as we're viewing the world through the damaged psyche and vivid hallucinations of the murderer running from himself. Once you dig that out of Lost Highway, the movie "makes more sense," but also disturbs you even more.
I wonder if David Lynch has ever actually had a psychotic break from reality, because Lost Highway is exactly what that feels like, and it ain't fun.
I don't think so. I just checked, and he posted at Progressive Eruptions on April 3. WYD is closed to comments indefinitely, so we can't check there. He's not allowed here, and not welcome anywhere else I know except PE.
I'd be very careful if I were you about spreading unconfirmed rumor, besides good news such as that happen VERY infrequently.
I hear ya, having had one myself. Perhaps that's what makes his work so appealing to the "not normies" like myself.
btw - He posts sporadically at Dervishes blogs, and IS welcome to post here. I've stopped censoring my blog years ago, although I do reserve the right to resume censorship whenever the mood again strikes me. I found censorship unfair to all.
Normies get out! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Exactly!
VAST, ILLIMITABLE EXPANSES of DAMP, CHILL, IMPENETRABLE GLOOM at the HEART of WHICH BURN the WHITE HOT FIRES of HELL
___ THE IMPOSSIBE DREAM ___
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable stars
~ Joe Darion - from Man of La Mancha
The Love of God and of His Son, Jesus Christ is the source of all LIGHT.
All ELSE is DARKNESS.
The GOLDEN RULE is the ONLY RULE.
Disbelieve that,and you're a FOOL.
Normie Alert!
THAT's normal? ;)
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