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    1. bswise 54 months ago | reply

      Maria Emanuela Putman Yes, exactly... the red curtain, the fourth wall, beyond the veil... theater of the mind..

    2. shanghai Іily 54 months ago | reply

      ive never watched it. you make me feel like doing it. but this theater of the mind looks like a nightmare to me. does the word "nightmare" is connected to mare, horse? it crossed my mind now.

    3. IcInGsUgarGrl [deleted] 54 months ago | reply

      The screaming part!!! AAH!!!!

    4. bswise 54 months ago | reply

      shanghai Іily It's an interesting show, one of my favorites- it is equal parts comedy, soap opera, mystery and old fashioned creepshow. However, I don't know if it is really your cup of tea. You might try watching the pilot episode and see if you want to go on. The show was often brilliant, but never as good as the few episodes that Lynch directed himself, including this one, which was the series finale. At the time it aired, in the early '90s, its dark, open-ending deeply disturbed me, and I had strange nightmares about it for months afterwards. I'm still trying to figure out exactly why.

      Ah, a literal "Night Mare," as in Fuseli's famous gothic painting:

      Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare, 1782

      "For contemporary viewers, The Nightmare invoked the relationship of the incubus and the horse (mare) to nightmares. The work was likely inspired by the waking dreams experienced by Fuseli and his contemporaries, who found that these experiences related to folkloric beliefs like the Germanic tales about demons and witches that possessed people who slept alone. In these stories, men were visited by horses or hags, giving rise to the terms "hag-riding" and "mare-riding", and women were believed to engage in sex with the devil.

      The etymology of the word "nightmare", however, does not relate to horses. Rather, the word is derived from "Mara," a Scandinavian mythological term referring to a spirit sent to torment or suffocate sleepers.

      The early meaning of "nightmare" included the sleeper's experience of weight on the chest combined with sleep paralysis, dyspnea, or a feeling of dread.[5] The painting incorporates a variety of imagery associated with these ideas, depicting a mare's head and a demon crouched atop the woman."


      late 13c., "an evil female spirit afflicting sleepers with a feeling of suffocation," compounded from night + mare "goblin that causes nightmares, incubus," from O.E. mare "incubus," from mera, mære, from P.Gmc. *maron "goblin," from PIE *mora- "incubus," from root *mer- "to rub away, harm, seize" (cf. first element in O.Ir. Morrigain "demoness of the corpses," lit. "queen of the nightmare," also Bulg., Serb. mora, Pol. zmora "incubus;" Fr. cauchemar, with first element from O.Fr. caucher "to trample"). Meaning shifted mid-16c. from the incubus to the suffocating sensation it causes. Sense of "any bad dream" first recorded 1829; that of "very distressing experience" is from 1831.


    5. bswise 54 months ago | reply

      E-Rock Laura Palmer's blood-curdling scream is a key ingredient to this Black Lodge mystery.

      The sound design in this whole sequence is fantastic.

      Watch it here:
      Sycamore Trees: www.youtube.com/watch?v=EluslqfAnzo&feature=related
      Part I: www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_-WYMBvU30
      Part II: www.youtube.com/watch?v=seUw1rPOIhw&feature=related

    6. IcInGsUgarGrl [deleted] 54 months ago | reply

      I loved watching it, it was such a big deal for me :)

    7. shanghai Іily 54 months ago | reply

      i can see it is not my cup of tea. but maybe i should try new experiments sometimes, just for a change. the images attracted my attention. you know how to choose them very well.
      i believe after reading the part of the comment about fuseli and the germanic tales, i will never sleep alone again :) very dangerous.
      im crazy about this online etymology dictionary link you shared. thanks a lot. etymology is so interesting. it is like being introduced to the ancestors of someone, but in this case, the ancestors are (is?) the person himself. well, i believe this somehow is true to us too. they are in us. rilke says that beautifully in one of his elegies.

      i love how mythology explains things. why do we need science? ok, i know you wont agree with that, but ....

    8. shanghai Іily 54 months ago | reply

      "See, we don’t love like flowers, in a
      single year: when we love, an ancient
      sap rises in our arms. O, girls,
      this: that we loved inside us, not one to come, but
      the immeasurable seething: not a single child,
      but the fathers: resting on our depths
      like the rubble of mountains: the dry river-beds
      of those who were mothers - : the whole
      silent landscape under a clouded or
      clear destiny - : girls, this came before you.

      And you yourself, how could you know – that you
      stirred up primordial time in your lover. What feelings
      welled up from lost lives. What
      women hated you there. What sinister men
      you roused up in his young veins. Dead
      children wanted you.....O, gently, gently,
      show him with love a confident daily task - lead him
      near to the Garden, give him what outweighs
      those nights........

      Be in him..............."

      (from the third elegy, translation found here )

    9. shanghai Іily 54 months ago | reply

      love this:

      "humorous," 1756, from fun + -y (2). Meaning "strange, odd" is 1806, said to be originally U.S. Southern. The two senses of the word led to the retort question "funny ha-ha or funny peculiar," which is attested from 1916. Related: Funnier; funniest. Funny farm "mental hospital" is slang from 1962. Funny bone "elbow end of the humerus" is 1826; funnies "newspaper comic strips" is from 1852.

    10. bswise 54 months ago | reply

      shanghai Іily1 The ancestors of our words :) living on inside our words-
      verba nostri avi, avi mei verba...

      "The more real things get, the more like myths they become." —Rainer W. Fassbinder

    11. bswise 54 months ago | reply

      shanghai Іily2 Beautiful Rilke, stunning.

      thank you.

      ..."to the Garden"...

      This is wonderful to read out loud- in a resounding voice, like a greek chorus:

      To sing the beloved is one thing, another, oh,
      that hidden guilty river-god of the blood.
      What does he know, himself, of that lord of desire, her young lover,
      whom she knows distantly, who often out of his solitariness,
      before the girl soothed him, often, as if she did not exist,
      held up, dripping, from what unknowable depths,
      his godhead, oh, rousing the night to endless uproar?
      O Neptune of the blood, O his trident of terrors.
      O the dark storm-wind from his chest, out of the twisted conch.
      Hear, how the night becomes thinned-out and hollow. You, stars,
      is it not from you that the lover’s joy in the beloved’s
      face rises? Does he not gain his innermost insight,
      into her face’s purity, from the pure stars?

    12. shanghai Іily 54 months ago | reply

      my dentist josé will love the fassbinder quote. he must be mad at me again because i disappeared. he is crazy about his movies. he keeps recommending me them, but i believe they are not my cup of tea either. he knows it, but he says they are too good to be avoided, even if i feel bad after watching them.

      how funny-peculiar when you say that the elegy is wonderful to read out loud. i feel the same when i read them in portuguese. not only the elegies, but other things like his two requiems too. now i wonder how beautiful they must sound in german.....but my german is good for nothing.

      And he himself, as he lay there, relieved,
      dissolving a sweetness, of your gentle creation,
      under his sleepy eyelids, into the sleep he had tasted - :
      seemed protected.....But inside: who could hinder,
      prevent, the primal flood inside him?
      Ah, there was little caution in the sleeper: sleeping,
      but dreaming, but fevered: what began there!
      How, new, fearful, he was tangled
      in ever-spreading tendrils of inner event:
      already twisted in patterns, in strangling growths,
      among prowling bestial forms. How he gave himself to it -. Loved.
      Loved his inward world, his inner wilderness,
      that first world within, on whose mute overthrow
      his heart stood, newly green. Loved. Relinquished it, went on,
      through his own roots, to the vast fountain
      where his little birth was already outlived. Lovingly
      went down into more ancient bloodstreams, into ravines
      where Horror lay, still gorged on his forefathers. And every
      Terror knew him, winked, like an informant.
      Yes, Dread smiled.........Seldom
      have you smiled so tenderly, mothers. How could he
      help loving what smiled at him. Before you
      he loved it, since, while you carried him,
      it was dissolved in the waters, that render the embryo light.

    13. shanghai Іily 54 months ago | reply

      O trees of life, O when are you wintering?
      We are not unified. We have no instincts
      like those of migratory birds. Useless, and late,
      we force ourselves, suddenly, onto the wind,
      and fall down to an indifferent lake.
      We realise flowering and fading together.
      And somewhere lions still roam. Never knowing,
      as long as they have their splendour, of any weakness.

      this is great too (the fourth elegy) i could go on copying pasting forever..... i was looking for another part when i found this one :)

    14. bswise 54 months ago | reply

      I know! Me too, a worthy endeavor for the candleight hours.
      It is delightful to read his verse in concentrated pieces,
      the linear form can wait for this.

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