Earlier this week, I took a sort of unplanned escape to the (non?)fictional town of Twin Peaks. I was Audrey Horne, accompanied by Agent Cooper. We drank coffee, ate cherry pie and doughnuts, and of course, Angelo Badalamenti provided the soundtrack to our travels. We documented our trip, and I am posting two photo series here on Ribbon Around a Bomb. Part I focuses on some of the aspects of Twin Peaks which have be described as “quirky,” “small town,” and “soap opera-esque.” The photos in Part II were curated based on their relation to mysticism, darkness, and postmodernism.
“Diane, 7:30 am, February twenty-fourth. Entering town of Twin Peaks. Five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. Never seen so many trees in my life.”
“You listen to me. While I will admit to a certain cynicism, the fact is that I am a naysayer and hatchet-man in the fight against violence. I pride myself in taking a punch and I’ll gladly take another because I choose to live my life in the company of Gandhi and King. My concerns are global. I reject absolutely: revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method… is love. I love you Sheriff Truman.”
“This is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of coffee.”
“This must be where pies go when they die.”
“Surefire cure for a hangover, Harry. You take a glass of nearly frozen, unstrained tomato juice. You plop a couple of oysters in there and you drink it down. Breathe deeply. Next you take a mound and I mean a mound of sweetbreads sauteed with some Canadian bacon and chestnuts. Finally some biscuits, big biscuits, smothered in gravy. Now here’s where it gets tricky, you’re gonna need some anchovies. You take —”
“Diane, it struck me again earlier this morning, there are two things that continue to trouble me. And I’m speaking now not only as an agent of the Bureau but also as a human being. What really went on between Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedys and who really pulled the trigger on JFK?”
“Harry, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it. Don’t wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.”
“Thanks to Jade, Jared decided not to kill himself, and he’s changed his will leaving the Towers to Jade instead of Emerald, but Emerald found out about it, and now she’s trying to seduce Chet to give her the new will so that she can destroy it; Montana’s planning to kill Jared at midnight so the Towers will belong to Emerald and Montana, but I think she’s going to double-cross him and he doesn’t know it yet. Poor Chet.”
Not enough TP for you? Check out Part II.