“I don't allow cooking in my house. The smell. The smell of cooking - when you have drawings or even writings - that smell would go all over my work. So I eat things that you don't have to light a fire for. Or else I order a pizza. The speed at which I eat it, it doesn't smell up the place too bad. The smell doesn't last too long." David Lynch
“I’m comfortable in the kitchen, I’m comfortable cooking.” Joan Didion
“When you start looking at a duck…the eye is in the perfect place, if you moved it to the body it would get lost, if you move it to the leg or the beak, it’s two fast areas competing.” David Lynch
“The arrangement of words matters, and the arrangement you want can be found in the picture in your mind. The picture dictates the arrangement. The picture dictates whether this will be a sentence with or without clauses, a sentence that ends hard or a dying-fall sentence, long or short, active or passive. The picture tells you how to arrange words and the arrangement of the words tells you, or tells me, what’s going on in the picture” Joan Didion
“Some mornings, in a perfect world, you might wake up, have coffee, finish meditation, and say ‘okay, today I’m going into the shop to work on a lamp.’ This idea comes to you, you can see it, but to accomplish it you need what I call a ‘setup’. For example you may need a working workshop, or a working painting studio. You may need a working music studio. Or a computer room where you can write something. It’s crucial to have a setup, so that at any given moment, when you get an idea, you have the place and the tools to make it happen.” David Lynch
“Why do I keep a notebook at all? It is easy to deceive one's self on all those scores. The impulse to write things down is a peculiarly compulsive one, inexplicable to those who do not share it, useful only accidentally, only secondarily, in the way that any compulsion tries to justify itself. I suppose that it begins or does not begin in the cradle. Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old, I doubt that my daughter ever will, for she is a singularly blessed and accepting child, delighted with life exactly as life presents itself to her, unafraid to go to sleep and unafraid to wake up. Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.” Joan Didion
“My father was a research scientist for the Department of Agriculture, studying trees. So I was in the woods a lot. And the woods for a child are magical. I lived in what people call small towns. My world was what would be considered a city block, maybe two blocks. Everything occurred in that space. All the dreaming, all my friends existed in that small world. But to me it seemed so huge and magical. There was plenty of time to dream and be with friends” David Lynch
“I didn't go to school for a few years. I went to kindergarten, and I went to first grade, but then it was World War II, and my father was in the Army Air Corps. He didn't leave the country, because he was over-age, but we were following him from place to place. So sometimes I went to school, and sometimes I didn't, until about the fourth grade, I guess. So there were certain things I missed, like subtraction, and I still have trouble subtracting.” Joan Didion
“It would be great if the entire film came all at once. But it comes, for me, in fragments. The first fragment is like the Rosetta Stone. It’s the piece of the puzzle that indicates the rest. It’s a hopeful puzzle piece. In Blue Velvet, it was red lips, green lawns, and the songs –Bobby Vinton’s version of ‘Blue Velvet.’ The next thing was an ear lying in a field. And that was it.” David Lynch
Let me show you what I mean by pictures in the mind. I began “Play It As It Lays” just as I have begun each of my novels, with no notion of “character” or “plot” or even “incident.” I had only two pictures in my mind, … the first was of white space. Empty space. This was clearly the picture dictated by the narrative intention of the book- a book in which anything that happened would happen off the page, a “white” book to which the reader would have to bring his or her own bad dreams- and yet this picture told me no “story,” suggested no situation. The second picture did. This second picture was of something actually witnessed. A young woman with long hair and a short white halter dress walks through a casino at the Riviera in Las Vegas at one in the morning. She crosses the casino alone and picks up a house telephone. I watch her because I have heard her paged, and recognize her name: she is a minor actress I see around Los Angeles from time to time, in places like Jax and once in a gynecologist’s office in the Beverly Hills Clinic, but never have met. I know nothing about her. Who is paging her? Why is she here to be paged? How exactly did she come to this? It was precisely the moment in Las Vegas that made “Play It As It Lays” begin to tell itself to me.” Joan Didion
“In this particular case, almost the day I got the go ahead to turn it (Mulholland Drive) into a feature, I went into meditation and somewhere, about ten minutes in, ssssst! There it was. Like a string of pearls, the ideas came.” David Lynch
“When I talk about pictures in my mind I am talking, quite specifically, about images that shimmer around the edges. There used to be an illustration in every elementary psychology book showing a cat drawn by a patient in varying stages of schizophrenia. This cat had a shimmer around it. You could see the molecular structure breaking down at the very edges of the cat: the cat became the background and the background the cat, everything interacting, exchanging ions. People on hallucinogens describe the same perception of objects. I’m not a schizophrenic, nor do I take hallucinogens, but certain images do shimmer for me. Look hard enough, and you can’t miss the shimmer. It’s there. You can’t think too much about these pictures that shimmer. You just lie low and let them develop. You stay quiet. You don’t talk to many people and you keep your nervous system from shorting out and you try to locate the cat in the shimmer, the grammar in the picture.” Joan Didion
“Everything …comes from the deepest level (of consciousness). Modern physics calls that the unified field. The more your consciousness- your awareness- is expanded, the deeper you go toward the source, and the bigger fish you can catch” David Lynch
“Interviewer: Are there any new topics you'd like to write about?
Joan Didion: Economics. I never understood economics, not that I do now. It made no sense to me.
Interviewer: On what level?
Joan Didion: On the making-sense level.”
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p.s. Hey. Literary lion and d.l. Mark Gluth has the floor today, and his splendid matchmaking skills are your attention spans' assigned thematic, and there's a lot going on, and I don't need to tell you that, and please allow the post to influence your stay here then say something very 'you' in its regard, thank you. Thank you very kindly, Mark. ** Killer Luka, Yeah, really. And not necessarily for that reason. I think if the millions of kids dropped boring Bieber and got obsessed with glammy, somewhat peculiar Jedward, that would be a very positive thing. (See: the post's title). ** Oscar B, I sort of like Bill's new steampunk-meets-Audrey Hepburn hair thing. The decision making process behind it is mysterious and sexily mistaken or something. No, the FB thing was very and all good, buddy. Oh, us + d'Orsay today? Seems like an idea. Call or I will. ** Brendan, You have every right to go underground post-opening. What's the alternative? Well, I guess you could carry on as if nothing had happened, but that would be weird. But surfacing to make that post would be awesome. What should you do next? The post, ha ha. No, I don't know. I always try to start making new work in those situations, or start some other project, related or not -- make a zine, curate something, start a band, do a collaboration with someone ... 'Tree of Life' is a very ambitious film, and it's very Malick, and not everyone is going to surrender and fall in love/awe, but I hope you do 'cos it feels awesome. ** Alfonso, Hey. Oh, yeah, that waiting for emails and text messages and signs of interest thing is how it goes. That stuff is hard, but it's so rare and special. Too bad it's not easier to realize how special that is when you're in the throes. Strange stuff. Hm, I would say don't expose/blurt right now. You're there already, and he might still be getting there, you never know, and you could scare him if he's not on your same wave length vis-a-vis the present and future. I don't know shit, but I guess I think wanting to force it now is too much about your own anxiety and fears and stuff and not enough about who he is and his own pace and style and etc. Me, I would wait until he gives you signs of interest that are clearer. Or that's what I would do. Unfortunately, there's no right way, but being a little cautious won't hurt whereas jumping the gun often does. Sounds exciting, man. ** Cap'm, Morning. Your comment was chockfull, cool. Some famous guitarist, I can't remember who, once said pretending to play guitar is harder than playing one. 'All that Bernadette Peters hair is not missed however', ha ha, nice! Reading books is kind of a good thing, yeah. Etc., excellent! What a nice way to wake up, thank you! ** Bollo, I'm still sorting through the puzzle of Jedward's appeal to me, yes. I bet they didn't perform 'Lipstick' for Obama, but what a great idea. 80% is a damned good percentage, congrats. And congrats to us that you've got a plane and a crash pad. ** Alan, Elileen's answers should pretty interesting given the very mixed feelings she has evinced toward experimental writing in the past. No galley?! Okay, that's a piss off. A wtf-style email will be sent to the promiser today. I don't get why such a simple thing is like pulling teeth. ** Sypha, Yeah, nature + windows can be a lovely thing. Plus balconies too if it's not mosquito season. A Rob Zombie hits package should be enough, although 'Hellbilly Deluxe' is a pretty swell album. 'The Wasp Factory', interesting. I read that so long ago that I can hardly remember it. I think I remember my ultimate opinion being something like 'almost'. How much did you have to pay for 'Strange Landscape'? Every time I've seen it on sale, it's been very pricey. ** Robert-nyc, Hey, Robert. Yeah, I was quite surprised to find while making that post that some semblance of SSS is still out there doing stuff. That seems kind of, I don't know, grim. I love Adam & the Ants. 'Kings of the Wild Frontier' is a great record. Very nice about the move to Bushwick and the moving in with the new beau, who is very good news as well. A triple header of good news! Really glad to hear you're back into your writing more fully, and, yeah, awesome that you're assembling that mss. and making the push. A big dinner or something around NYC/book release time sounds great. ** Steevee, Mm, I know of Weeknd, but I don't think I've heard them or not more than maybe a track or so. Certainly sounds very curious. I'll try to dig their stuff out from somewhere. Thanks, Steve, and good luck with Digital Society. ** David Ehrenstein, You made it! Google loses again! Hooray! Yes, when I was assembling the post, I learned about Jobriath's later days as a NYC lounge singer and part time escort, which I hadn't known about at all. Such a curious figure. I was lucky enough to be at his only ever LA gig at the Troubadour in the early-mid 70s. Very nice FaBlog on Netanyahu/Derrida, sir. Kudos! Everyone, David E's FaBlog entry of yesterday pits Netanyahu against Derrida, and it's a battle very worth observing. ** Postitbreakup, Man, sorry, yeah. Ugh. Alan had an idea for you, if you saw his comment. From what I know, he's right. Otherwise, where are you looking, jobwise? ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Excellent! Everyone, _B_A aka Scotland's finest aka Ben Robinson says (and do listen), 'my review of the degree show has appeared online in The Skinny: LINK The editor amended it to explain who Bataille is, which is fair enough. It's not like it's one of those highbrow literary magazines.' As always, I'll be reading it once the p.s. dust clears. ** Tender prey, Hi, Marc. Great word, yes, I agree. It sounds like what it means. It's a word you can't pronounce without sounding gay. Or when a male pronounces it anyway. The only exciting (to my mind) Pet Shop Boys song of the past 4 or 5 years is a sterling B-side called 'Flamboyant'. Thanks about my line-up, man. ** Andrew, Interesting. I didn't know what Degville did after SSS. I thought he just vanished, poof, or reinvented his career in some unexpected way, poof. I'm going to google that stuff. Black Veiled Brides aren't that hot, in my opinion. I considered them for the gig then axed them because they aren't that hot. Not that Hayzi Fantayzee were/are hot, mind you. Oh, right, Oprah's going off the air, I read that. What big bang is she going to exit with? ** Chris Cochrane, I see Joey is on board for theoretical Paris gig, speaking of Joey. Sweet. We need to make the Paris thing happen, I think. Collectively, I'm pretty sure we can, but it just has to be handled and played correctly. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. Yeah, to me that Rob Zombie stuff sounds great and better than it used to. Making that post got me on a RZ kick. If 'Tourist Trap' is on youtube, I'm so there, maybe even tonight. I can deal with it being cut up in parts. Cool! Yeah, I like reading blurbs too. They're actually really hard to write well. They're definitely an art form. It always takes me days and days to write blurbs when I do. Not that they seem carefully composed at all when you read them or anything. Anyway, yeah, a good blurb is reading time well spent. Oh, 'Eyes of Laura Mars', wow. It had the makings of something really fun both intentionally and not, I think, but all I remember of it now are vague images of the fashion shoot scenes you describe. Faye Dunaway really should have left her face alone and resigned herself to playing bizarre grandmas. That would have better for everyone. Scary dream your friend had. I had one last night too, and I just tried really hard to remember it, but I don't. It was more existentially scary than your friend's. I've had that thought about my limbs too. Hm. I wonder if that's common. That poem reading thing sounds tricky, yep. Poems written for girlfriends are best when they have an audience of one. Yeah, all those tornados going on in the US are kind of really eerie. My day was a kind of a big nothing at all. Wrote some, read/sent some emails, did blog stuff. Bought some food and cigarettes. I was in the mood to eat pasta with Alfredo sauce but I realized that they don't seem to sell Alfredo sauce in jars in supermarkets in France, which surprised and disappointed me greatly. Warm bordering on subtly sweaty weather. My cigarette lighter fell in the sink while I was brushing my teeth -- I know, but it did -- and I spent a while blow drying it with my mouth hoping it would survive, and it did. I read some books I'm reading: Dodie Bellamy's 'The Buddhist', Simon Reynolds' 'Retromania', and the new issue of Transfr Magazine, which isn't a book, I guess. I'm reaching. It was a day that just kind of happened uneventfully, I guess, so I'll spare it further pressure and move on to today. How was yours? ** Misanthrope, That Little Show has sweetheart stamped all over him. Aw. Yeah, Tokio Hotel are still around and as big (over here at least) as ever. That clip was new. They're doing a gloomy cyberpunk thing at the moment. I like it. It's fuckable. ** All right, I give you back to Mark, Joan, and David now. A splendid time is guaranteed for all. See you tomorrow.
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