This week is the US Open, at a new course, Erin Hills, in Wisconsin. The course is long, difficult and truly beautiful. The Open is Golf's severest test, a great field is there, and it is a sure bet that, come Sunday, there will be drama and tension of the highest order.
In contrast, on various blog sites, I see much ado about the return of Twin Peaks. I have no intention of watching this. Long ago, 25 years to be exact, I watched the original series, for a while, and I reached a conclusion. Well, 3 possibilities. One, Lynch is quite insane. Two, he is trying to conduct some weird, dark, magical working to damage the mind of Americans. Or, three, he is a con man who wants to see if he can put out loads of inane crap and have the American people buy into it.
Of course, the three possibilities are not mutually exclusive he very well could be an insane, conniving, dark magician. It really does not matter in the least to me. I refuse to fall for pseudointellectual drivel anymore. In my younger days, I read Burroughs and watched ergman movies. I listened to Avant Garde, electronic music and peered at abstract paintings and after all of my exploration of the weird in art, I reached a conclusion. Most, not all, but by far most of it is absolute dreck, created by people who are incapable of doing any real art and too lazy to get real jobs.
There is more meaning, more drama, more real emotion and more joy in one episode of The Simpsons than in all of Lynch's work combined. And there is a lot more entertainment in a US O[en than in any of the TV shows that so captivate the pseudo-intellectual crowd
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