|
Twin Peaks & FWWM
> ... it's exactly 10.10 am ...
|
|
New Topic |
Post Reply
|
| 1. Wednesday, September 30, 2009 2:12 PM |
| Freshly Squeezed |
... it's exactly 10.10 am ... |
Member Since 9/29/2006 Posts:275
View Profile Send PM
|
Just a little detail I happened upon. In the featurette included in the version I have of FWWM, when Coops approaches Gordon in his office to remind him of the dream he had and says 'Gordon it's exactly 10.10 am', at the precise moment Gordon looks at his watch, the featurette has been playing for 10 min and 10 seconds. Cute huh?
Beauty is momentary in the mind - The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing. So gardens die, their meek breath scenting the cowl of winter, done repenting. So maidens die, to the auroral Celebration of a maiden's choral. Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings Of those white elders; but, escaping, Left only Death's ironic scraping. Now in its immortality, it plays On the clear viol of her memory, And makes a constant sacrement of praise. ('Peter Quince at the Clavier' by Wallace Stevens)
|
| 2. Wednesday, September 30, 2009 3:39 PM |
| Douglas Ferns |
RE: ... it's exactly 10.10 am ... |
Member Since 7/3/2009 Posts:250
View Profile Send PM
|
Cute. Is it the so-called documentary?
|
| 3. Thursday, October 1, 2009 2:54 AM |
| Freshly Squeezed |
RE: ... it's exactly 10.10 am ... |
Member Since 9/29/2006 Posts:275
View Profile Send PM
|
It's a so-called featurette. Something between a documentary and trailer, i suppose .
Beauty is momentary in the mind - The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing. So gardens die, their meek breath scenting the cowl of winter, done repenting. So maidens die, to the auroral Celebration of a maiden's choral. Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings Of those white elders; but, escaping, Left only Death's ironic scraping. Now in its immortality, it plays On the clear viol of her memory, And makes a constant sacrement of praise. ('Peter Quince at the Clavier' by Wallace Stevens)
|
|
New Topic |
Post Reply
|
Page 1 of 1 ::
<< |
1 |
>>
|
|
Twin Peaks & FWWM
> ... it's exactly 10.10 am ...
|
| Users viewing this Topic (0) |
| |