Lynchian Phantasmagoria

A Phantasmagoria of colours, and sounds, and smells. A reverie called Northstar.

"Where we come from, the birds sing a pretty song and there's always music in the air..."

The dance of the little man from Twin Peaks is a mad, surreal phantasmagoric scene from David Lynch's Twin Peaks. I don't know why I thought of this when I was thinking of the word phantasmagoria; perhaps it is because of Lynch's passing today. Very few people have the gift to create this dreamy, uncanny, frightening, infuriating, maddeningly uncomfortable imagery, which is totally, shatteringly original like David Lynch, and perhaps also like Philip K. Dick.

I often think of PKD. I was just thinking of his mind-clog cleaning liquid. I need one myself. I have no idea how any of this relates to Northstar. It does not and it does. The little man in the Black Lodge, the dream lodge. It is impossible to explain what it means. Maybe it is a good time to watch Twin Peaks again.

While sitting by the fire I dreamt of the Roma, and the Bedouins, and the Banjara, and the Ghumantu, and the Crusaders, and the Sramanas. In my reverie, I found only a wandering spirit too old to roam, but still dreaming of phantoms and phantasmagoria. Pointing, there up in the sky, to the North Star.

-mk