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Wild at Heart, 1990
RIP David Lynch.
The quote below is from an Associated Press article on Lynch's death. I’m sad to hear it, but it must also be said (and I have been saying it and writing about this for the past 5 years), that if Lynch was saying this predictable bullshit in 2024, then he was definitely a COVID freak and probably vaxxed to death, like the rest of them.
"Last summer, Lynch had revealed to Sight and Sound that he was diagnosed with emphysema and would not be leaving his home because of fears of contracting the Coronavirus or ‘even a cold.”
It’s so disappointing to realize/accept what became of nearly all of the “great” 20th century artists.
Instead of becoming healthy and not chain smoking, which he did for 60 years, Lynch stopped going outside as a solution for fear of contracting COVID 5 years later, after everything we know about this nightmare hoax? These people, who all became propagandists, State puppets, and fear mongers, are, sadly, all insane now. Maybe always? But previously masked/elevated, as I always say, by the great cover of Talent that was once a requirement.
There was a lot of talent in the 20th century. We were all seduced by it (talent as psyop?). And now that the talent is all gone, now that it is not a requirement but a deterrent (as P Diddy himself famously ranted, stating that talented artists were more difficult to control and manipulate), it is hard to let go. It is hard to live without. But it is also easier to see. To live for other things. More important things.
Regardless of what I think of Lynch’s work—I won’t go into it in this post (in retrospect, I think he made some of the most complex and terrifying cinema on the Double, split personality, and Mkultra mind control in Hollywood. Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive are two of the darkest films about trauma based mind control and Mk-alters— many of these filmmakers, made extremely dark and even perverse work, and then they all became scaredy cat ideologues and conformists/Normies (Lynch questioned the 9/11 narrative but not the COVID narrative), which maybe tells us something about that work, something we didn’t see before, and why it succeeded in/appealed to mainstream culture in the first place.
In this time of reckoning, and great review (for me, at least), it may not be true that the art is more important than the artist, or is what stands the test of time. The opposite may in fact be true. Or, at the very least, both may be equally important.
Everything has been flipped upside down, everything/everyone has be shown to be something else.
After COVID, who people really are, and what they really stand for, and who and what they allied themselves with, has proven to be more important than anything.
The Great Reveal.
I know many people do, but I don’t worship at the alter of Art, or Culture. And I am speaking as a life long writer and artist myself, who grew up in a multi-generation family of artists, poets, and intellectuals. So it’s in my blood, my lineage. It’s not covetous or a careerist construct, as it is for most people who grew up in philistine families and trash culture. Who are jealous of people who are creative without being desperate and fame-seeking.
There are much more important things than success, especially in these days of sham, debasement, and disclosure.
Having said all this, I have always loved the ending of Wild at Heart.
