Laura Palmer (July 22, 1972 – February 24, 1989)

In honour of Laura Palmer, central character in Twin Peaks, who disappeared on the night of 23 February 1989

[based original  SEPTEMBER 12, 2017 post]

I process my obsessions through creativity.  And there was a lot to process when we have reached “the end” of Twin Peaks: The Return.

A Lynch fan since Eraserhead, I have been deeply influenced and inspired by Lynch’s imagery.

And I was lucky to be alive when Twin Peaks aired weekly on cable TV.

I recall cutting out the news article about the pilot in early 1990.  All it showed Ronette Pulaski walking across the railroad bridge. Holy shit. This was cable TV, 1990.

I recall:

The cultural shift when the show aired on April 8, 1990.  The camaraderie as the weekly episodes were inspected and analyzed voraciously. Watercooler show.

Our family’s countless trips to North Bend and travelling to all the sites from the show.

Staying at the “Great Northern” (The Salish Lodge) and walking down to the falls.

Meeting the one armed man and the man from another place (the arm) on the streets outside of the RR Diner during the first Twin Peaks festival.  They signed our copy of Lolita writing, she is filled with secrets.

Drinking coffee and eating cherry pie at the RR diner.

Multiple trips, multiple times.

Being FREAKED OUT by Bob (to this day).

On a visit to Las Vegas, Fall 1990, I saw Bob silhouetted by the lights outside, in front of the sheer curtains, sitting in a lounge chair.  He leaned forward and turned his head towards me.  IT WAS REAL. I leapt out of bed.  JEEEEEEEEEZUS.

Reading Laura Palmer’s diary a gazillion times and collecting every clipping, article, book, collecting, collecting.

Trading fan art on instagram.

Looking for clues in every other Lynch film.

This new season was so much about my generation aging.  Beautifully aging.

Aging is celebrated, honoured by Lynch.

I have wept when Lynch died. I wept for his presence. For my own losses.  All the life markers experienced since that first episode aired.  (The log lady looking so much like my mother before she passed.)

Twin Peaks – the dumbest and greatest and deepest show.

This post dedicated to Jamie.

And to David Lynch, and Agent Cooper, and coffee. Black as midnight on a moonless night.