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A Farewell to David Lynch 1: At the Traffic Stop

   Image Source:  Lost Highway  via  Medium . When David Lynch died on 16 January 2025, I stated that I would later comment on his artistic influence on my work . I'll break my thoughts down in a series of posts, not least with reference to my Patreon series on the occult symbolism of traffic lights . Above all, Lynch introduced me to two things that all writers should know when trying to portray our layered reality:   A juxtaposition of dream states, illusions, lies, truth, reality, extratemporal and extradimensional interlopers all in one linear narrative, which is a form of surrealism. Ironically, Lynch also introduced non-linear narratives at the same time to mass audiences, most notably in  Lost Highway ,  Mulholland Drive  and  Inland Empire . My understanding of the first idea - a linear narrative which juxtaposes insanity with sanity, private thoughts, nightmares, illusions, and imaginings with public identity - crystalized ...

If There Was No More Time 4: Break the Spell


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Pay no mind to the spellcasters who brute force their dark reality upon us, for even today, I can still hear your heart beating. If there was no more time, I would say I know what no one else knows about you, encased inside the time slip. I am your secret.

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The world has become so fake that the truth is secret, mislabeled, inverted, trampled by sheep-walkers.

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But I have seen the star ignite and I know how much they fear and hate it. I have seen the spark, the mirrored light, the slow burn, and the illumination that radiates and consumes illusions. I saw your solid, gleaming building turn transparent before the fake people and bricks began to sublimate. It was as natural as the rising sun, and treachery, sacrifice and lies could not suppress it. There is nothing that could make us separate from separate, and no victory inside the extinction mindset. 

It is not we who defeat them, but they who erase themselves. In their dead end utopia, there is no way back to what once was, and no way out. 

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A Note on 'If There Was No More Time' Posts

To follow up on my February 2020 posts, If There Was No More Time and The Coronavirus Consciousness, I am doing a series of posts here with cryptic testimonies to and about particular people and situations. Given the nCov pandemic, there are some things I should say, in case the clock is ticking more quickly than usual. If it isn't, these posts can be taken as some personal statements about themes in my work.

This post provides background to the title poem of my forthcoming poetry collection, DARK PALACE. My pinterest board for the poem, "Dark Palace," is here.

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