Since the beginning of this year, I've been watching more of series than movies. Actually, it all started last year, with two seasons of the British Spaced, the most witty and fascinating sitcom ever. Then came Death note, 6 seasons of The Big Bang Theory and so far, 3 seasons of the Game of Thrones. Never watched that much stuff in the original on an on-going basis…

But this entry is not devoted to any of the above. It is about the series I tried to start watching long ago, but to no avail. This is something to be perceived and enjoyed at a certain state of mind, which might require, like in my case, some time and experience to arrive at. For the last month I've had an immense pleasure, both aesthetic and intellectual, of revealing the mysteries and truths of Twin Peaks.

Twin Peaks review, part 1

Oh, bury me not
On the old prairie
Where the coyotes howl
And the wind blows free
In a narrow grave
6 by 3
Don't bury me now
On the lone prairie..

Industrial machinery and majestic views of nature; clouds of fumes and saw mill sparks as if confronting gloomy pine woods, foggy skies and strikes of lightening:

«Your dead are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget the beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys,its murmuring rivers, its majestic mountains. When the last red man has vanished from this earth, these forests and shores will still hold their spirits.»

When we meet again, it won't be me

Every forest has its shadow

Various dual concepts intersperse the series, starting from the very name of the sequence, black and white colours (Odri's shoes, chess pieces, the White Lodge and the Black Lodge) or Jupiter and Saturn and ending with the alter egos of some of the characters (like Ben Horn or Nadin) and shadow selves (Doppelgängers) in the Black Lodge. Not to mention Haloperidol used by Mike/Phillip Michael Gerard and Windom Earle to stop bipolar disorders, i.e. to prevent spirit possession. Without chemicals he points.

Twin Peaks used to be a place of perfect harmony, an idyllic paradise:

«Once upon a time there was a place of great goodness called the White Lodge. Gentle fawns gamboled there amidst happy, laughing spirits. The sounds of innocence and joy filled the air. And when it rained, it rained sweet nectar that infused one's heart with a desire to live life in truth and beauty.»

The Indian people believe that the White Lodge is a place where the spirits that rule man and nature here reside.

By the way, I believe the ducks are symbols of the good, owls being, on the opposite, the darkness incarnate..(I wrote more on symbols in Twin Peaks in the next entry). Wooden as well as live ducks are often seen in the series alongside Cooper, Odri or Sheriff Truman.

There's also the Black Lodge:

..a place of almost unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and vicious secrets...the shadow-self of the White Lodge. The legend says that every spirit must pass through there on the way to perfection. There, you will meet your own shadow-self… But it is said, if you confront the Black Lodge with imperfect courage, it will utterly annihilate your soul.

Like the White Lodge residing in Twin Peaks, the Black Lodge is tangible too, only in a different temporal and spatial plane. The legend of the Dead Dog Farm also implies the idea of reincarnation and enlightenment:

«Of all the people in the world the best and worst are drawn to Dead Dog… most turn away. Only the purest of heart can feel its pain. And somewhere in between, the rest of us struggle.»

Ancient sorcerers referred to in the series as Dugpas (Drukpa, a school of Tibetian buddism or «Red Hat sect»), who express themselves in darkness for darkness without leavening motive, began to experiment with the power that they could gain via the Black Lodge. In exchange for the power, the Dugpas gave the Black Lodge spirits the opportunity to enter the White Lodge through their chants. Since that time the balance has been shattered and dark spirits have gained their access to this world lured by lust and fear, feeding from them...

A poem as lovely as a tree (by David Lynch):

As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro.
The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the
dark dream.
The dream of suffering and pain.
Pain for the victim, pain for the inflicter of pain.
A circle of pain, a circle of suffering.
Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse.

Dale Cooper to Leland Palmer: «The time has come for you to seek the Path. Your soul has set you face to face before the clear light… and now you are about to experience it in its Reality, wherein all things are like the void and cloudless sky, and the naked, spotless intellect is like a transparent vacuum, without circumference or center… At this moment, know yourself and abide in that state.»