Upon hearing of Mr. Lynch's death, for some reason I smiled. A zing of energy ran through me. I felt like death just got way cooler. And I don't say this to be crass, but my true feelings were very enlivened knowing someone who communed so closely with that illusive, yet ever present beyond just found their way back. I imagined red curtains opening for him, applause from spirits near and far. It made death feel more bearable, somehow. And then I cried. Thanks for this, Gordon!
Loved reading this. It sort of gave me a new perspective on grief, which at my age there is a lot of. You are a master wordsmith, even to an old Boomer. 🐈⬛
This was lovely and fits very snuggly with recent memories and remourning of Eriol, and thinking about how her death seemed reflective of Bowie's in my mind because it had impacted her so much in her final year.
I do think part of the mourning *is* the Rivendell concept; after all the Elves themselves did not return to us per se, but Tolkien remembered them and brought us a reflection of their own mourning.
We may not find Blue Velvet on Rednote but it's entirely possible that someday some Chinese person might find it and create their own fitfully weird and melancholic reflection of it.
We mourn the passing of the elves and our other myriad ancestors and their times, and through us their beauty fitfully reflects down to us from the ancestral stars, and so we fitfully reflect that and our own lost heroes and beauteous experiences onwards to our descendants, for them to redirect onwards towards their own.
You know this happens fairly often — I don’t agree with much of your reasoning or interpretation, and we may well have precisely opposite cultural tastes, but we do more or less come to the same conclusion.
"You make a homely house for them against the transforming world". I believe even the very tenderness driving this sentiment is on its way out. When tenderness is gone, what then?
Thanks Gordon, this was very beautiful — like much of what you do
Thank you for this, Gordon, and for all you do. You sir are a blessing, and so appreciated.
Thank you Gordon, this spoke to me, this is exactly what I’ve been feeling as of late. 🙏
Upon hearing of Mr. Lynch's death, for some reason I smiled. A zing of energy ran through me. I felt like death just got way cooler. And I don't say this to be crass, but my true feelings were very enlivened knowing someone who communed so closely with that illusive, yet ever present beyond just found their way back. I imagined red curtains opening for him, applause from spirits near and far. It made death feel more bearable, somehow. And then I cried. Thanks for this, Gordon!
The culture-heroes who live on in our bookshelves and movie collections help us shape the futures we yearn for
A beautiful rhapsody/eulogy. And despite the melancholy, this was literally a joy to read. Vale.
Loved reading this. It sort of gave me a new perspective on grief, which at my age there is a lot of. You are a master wordsmith, even to an old Boomer. 🐈⬛
This was lovely and fits very snuggly with recent memories and remourning of Eriol, and thinking about how her death seemed reflective of Bowie's in my mind because it had impacted her so much in her final year.
I do think part of the mourning *is* the Rivendell concept; after all the Elves themselves did not return to us per se, but Tolkien remembered them and brought us a reflection of their own mourning.
We may not find Blue Velvet on Rednote but it's entirely possible that someday some Chinese person might find it and create their own fitfully weird and melancholic reflection of it.
We mourn the passing of the elves and our other myriad ancestors and their times, and through us their beauty fitfully reflects down to us from the ancestral stars, and so we fitfully reflect that and our own lost heroes and beauteous experiences onwards to our descendants, for them to redirect onwards towards their own.
You know this happens fairly often — I don’t agree with much of your reasoning or interpretation, and we may well have precisely opposite cultural tastes, but we do more or less come to the same conclusion.
"You make a homely house for them against the transforming world". I believe even the very tenderness driving this sentiment is on its way out. When tenderness is gone, what then?
You can make the tenderness!
"I couldn't comment at the time. Which is fine, everyone else did."
Even me, and I've never seen ERASERHEAD.
https://randallhayes.substack.com/p/got-my-lynch-look-on
Beautifully put. I feel that Lynch's death was a harbinger of the Saturn-Neptune conjunction, which likely marks the death of Hollywood as we know it.
Here's another synchromystic fact - the Hollywood Forever Cemetery was established in 1899, during an exact opposition of those planets.
Glad I wasn't the only one feeling the David Lynch - Gandalf parallels
“When he rode past, I seen he was carryin' fire in a horn the way people used to do”
What a beautiful piece. Thank you, Gordon.
Beautifully written. Just about to publish my book on the Blue Flower and I'm going to have the slip box covered in Blue Velvet as a nod to David. 💙
how wonderful