lady figures it cost us $36 US to see david lynch’s Inland Empire at a second run budget cinema, what with subway and all. it cost even more – the movie depleted rather than recharged my spirit. to begin to even begin to get a grip on it, i’d have to watch it again and take notes – and i’m not going to do that. i’ll cherish his previous efforts, and lick the shiny bits from this one. sometimes you just have to cut your losses.
Noontide Midnight
Beware people with
Small heads
Big mouths
Bigger teeth
For they bugger ethics
Oil small boys
Soil
Dark questionables
Vestments drenched
In unholy liquid
Tears rise
Cry
Through my dry
Ness
It’s noontide midnight
Gossamer’s chalk line fault
Cherry red siren on top
Whip cream wagon waiting
For the sauce
Right lane ends ahead
Wrong lane continues
