tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61931355897118649372024-03-13T10:23:49.296-07:00Twin Peaks PoetryRewriting Twin Peaks scripts as poetry. Each poem will be put together using only words and phrases from its specified script.Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-7382906951405282192015-12-14T05:32:00.000-08:002015-12-14T05:32:02.064-08:00Island - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In a nightgown </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in the middle of the dance floor,<br />our eyes accustomed to<br />the red glow of a cigarette.<br />Tenderly hysterical,<br />the crowd an assailant --<br />can I dance laughing,<br />get all I want?<br />Moaning, you project a single part<br />of our future, cut with<br />fires, sprawling eyes.<br />At the edge of the room,<br />a risk staggers, crosses your side.<br />In here, the mind is loose,<br />creeps into your details.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-45738878981640601352015-11-26T11:54:00.000-08:002015-11-26T05:41:23.615-08:00Pagan - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5 <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The first time you<br />made love you<br />wanted to die,<br />spirit rising,<br />a search party<br />harbouring weaknesses.<br /><br />Tempt the essential,<br />the hell of a<br />dark grove.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Dense, your cry,<br />back up to the light,<br />correspond to the<br />legends of goodness,<br />a mournful way of life,<br />no luck, no quiet attention.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">a little lonely,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Tell me what you're going to do:<br />The incredible potential almost a<br />declaration of fury.<br />Upon return, give luck an edge,<br />your charm a part<br />of our desperation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /><br /></span>Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-35459680107483824802015-10-05T08:25:00.002-07:002015-10-05T08:25:48.926-07:00"O" - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I find the last remnants<br />of a connection in a low-rent version of<br />a harem room where the<br />song ends, begins again,<br />letting in more light.<br /><br />Many things were blocked.<br />Now, mythos pops, scratches.<br />This is hard.<br />Ask now.<br /><br />The mynah bird crashes, dark stains<br />on the wood.<br /></span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-13822456416019141852015-10-02T07:41:00.000-07:002015-10-02T07:41:52.141-07:00Cabin - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shut your eyes. <br />I see everything. <br />The wood holds many spirits. <br />Ask now and <br />be ready for the truth.<br />The owls won't see us.<br /><br />I met the devil<br />in the form of fire,<br />a coward in the smoke.<br />I go to great lengths<br />to keep the ashes under control.<br />It takes its toll.<br /><br />You're two days late<br />to burst into flames.<br />The mist is pressing in. </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-41429847863752761782015-09-22T10:19:00.000-07:002015-09-22T10:19:00.265-07:00Search party - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bird call precaution,<br />mournful in the dark grove.<br />The first time you<br />made love you<br />wanted to die.<br />Go back up to the light.<br />There is an essential spirit rising;<br />search party confirmed.<br />Stunned to cry, you tempt weaknesses,<br />a nightmare, degrading the goodness<br />in the world.<br />Solitary, you judge what the photograph buries.<br />You're not afraid, not afraid. </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-27576068378128325812015-09-21T10:14:00.002-07:002015-09-21T10:14:58.882-07:00Mood swings - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rise, start.<br />Now realize where we are:<br />a half circle where<br />the mood swings with a <br />slow sip of time.<br />A kiss, impulsive,<br />stricken with emerald.<br />I don't think you know<br />I left something hiding in there.<br />You really are good looking.<br />Become erratic, dead leather beauty.<br />This is different. </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-17720410475175734372015-09-12T06:00:00.000-07:002015-09-12T06:00:03.619-07:00A widening - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've got my heart set on<br />reluctant poems,<br />a rush of lies between us<br />wandering. Restless spirit,<br />I feel it: <br />head cropped, surgical<br />instruction in the ways of love.<br />I don't want us to be like that.<br />The red drapes from my dreams, they<br />say too much, the truth, or a memory.<br />In the woods, a widening<br />we can't prove yet.<br />The less you know, the better.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-11937603256874086342015-09-11T13:17:00.002-07:002015-09-11T13:17:56.241-07:00Everything's fine - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Drunk now<br />I half expect<br />to turn up dead,<br />too many secrets<br />to rush into.<br />You be careful<br />arguing her name; <br />those are hard thoughts,<br />twice paranoid.<br />Worse things could happen<br />to get to the end<br />of your life.<br />Maybe the time<br />isn't right.<br /></span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-23434658703365687472015-09-06T16:53:00.001-07:002015-09-11T13:14:37.625-07:00Crosses - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know what's between the pages:<br />snapshots and<br />the biggest mistake<br />of your life.<br />A bite of flesh, direct contact,<br />I told you no one's seen<br />into the cradle.<br />Girl, the blood on that shirt is an<br />imaginary word of dust and<br />silver crosses,<br />my touch out of frame for days.<br />Tell me, is anybody looking for you?</span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-86768029336212106822015-09-03T08:47:00.002-07:002015-09-03T08:47:46.465-07:00A little excess - from "Cooper's Dreams," episode 5<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not too well, unraveling and<br />afraid to occupy my mind.<br />Through the walls we hear voices.<br />Can you capture the sound?<br />A blowing of nails into palms.<br />Haggard, I just feel I need <br />something sleepless, nitrous approval.<br />I've experienced nothing in<br />seasons of tending bar, grotesque<br />over the sound of men.</span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-57632041576963838982015-08-11T06:30:00.000-07:002015-08-11T06:30:00.620-07:00Domino - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I captured paper dreams<br />at the Timber Falls Motel,<br />six black dots on a white surface,<br />unsettled message.<br />Division, blank talk defending<br />what I want.<br />Call me. There's enough for both of us.</span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-83132843918464568452015-08-10T13:34:00.000-07:002015-08-10T13:34:00.423-07:00Wax - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I believed you were gifted.<br />A secret meeting in the woods, misguided.<br />Initials in blood,<br />the letter 'j',<br />a corridor of inquiry.<br />Crash; nervously smoking,<br />your connection strict,<br />a drug rundown<br />in the collar.<br />Lost, I was looking outside<br />to make luck.</span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-53322539040537433332015-08-07T13:31:00.002-07:002015-08-07T13:31:25.457-07:00The Clearing - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I broke the beam of a flashlight<br />to catch a glimpse off limits,<br />the dead wrapped in plastic.<br />Enter one last chance:<br />I shouldn't have trusted<br />what you buried <br />in the clearing.<br />Maybe we should tell somebody<br />we were happy,<br />a long talk on possession,<br />visions all an act.<br />I keep thinking<br />I'm going but<br />I just can't get away.</span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-7832362986988124102015-07-23T07:03:00.000-07:002015-07-23T07:03:00.137-07:00Lotus - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Come over later<br />when spirits penetrate<br />the slow hour<br />at the end of an afternoon.<br />I can make the connection,<br />reach across death's void just by<br />thinking pale.<br />Eat the lotus;<br />the danger for you lurches<br />involuntarily in<br />uncomplicated strokes.<br />Come visit. Wish for more.</span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-2273467987268042422015-07-22T07:58:00.000-07:002015-07-22T07:58:00.075-07:00Light comes through from behind - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Speak to me <br />an old saying:<br /><br />you're up against the<br />unsolveable.<br />stand on the paradox.<br /><br />I wrote about the <br />names of birds,<br />the delicate practice</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">of singular joy.<br /><br />Light comes through <br />from behind the poem.<br /><br />I recognize the wound of<br />what you need.<br />It takes the strength of<br />four days to hide from<br />what was learned<br />early on. </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-19991641390409127522015-07-21T07:53:00.000-07:002015-07-21T07:53:00.045-07:00On the cards - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cut through to ground a concern;<br />there's no logic at work here,<br />too many secrets left around.<br />I was taught to go through<br />the older targets,<br />confident mystery a key to<br />calculated ammunition.<br />I can't explain how I've been feeling - so dumb, or<br />high-strung, but<br />it will say so<br />on the cards,<br />a slipped hint<br />through lack of preparation. </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-47097743602115033532015-07-20T16:49:00.002-07:002015-07-20T16:49:27.781-07:00Ghostwood - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She had two visions:<br />grey on grey struggling<br />like an animal, a filthy portrait of<br />birds, unshaven morning.<br />From another part of the house, a tense whisper,<br />distant strains of a gentle hand, alarmed.<br />The mood a tundra, ghostwood dancing<br />on a cross:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Dance with me! Dance with me!<br />A snapshot, the way in. </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-68308808839792832752015-07-15T08:37:00.002-07:002015-07-15T08:37:54.902-07:00Across the border - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Up north, our secret slow-burns,<br />an ice cube on bare skin,<br />all mine.<br />Open to <br />a long drag,<br />cigarette for effect.<br />You don't need to know<br />my spells are mild,<br />only to hold you.<br />Aid to the Beast,<br />cautiously incarnate,<br />this hiding place </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-22062746304666414862015-07-14T07:02:00.002-07:002015-07-14T07:02:54.605-07:00The Pine View Motel - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What went wrong<br />with your life before?<br />I've got no right to ask<br />how long it will take us<br />to get to a vulnerable mystery<br />and you've got no reason<br />to believe me, my fortune a cigarette.<br />But I'll change, I swear.<br />We could run away east<br />to be a better idea,<br />to prove we are wild. </span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-9055252267510397962015-07-13T08:19:00.001-07:002015-07-13T08:19:21.347-07:00Addicted in a dream - from "The One-Armed Man," episode 4<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I didn't sleep too well last night.<br />Broken in half and<br />struggling towards visions connected to a <br />flashlight beam - don't fight it. For once in your life<br />you're exactly right, <br />gloved hand a red invitation. <br />With the flowing script of<br />plunging intuition I want to<br />seduce the new, <br />a reconstruction of the eyes addicted</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">in a dream.<br />Get a bit closer. I will go with you.</span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-70497871224594768652015-07-09T08:07:00.000-07:002015-07-09T08:07:19.381-07:00To be illumined - from "Rest in Pain," episode 3<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Watch that grave in the distance,<br />illumined as part of the always.<br />If the night's just right I<br />pretend I'm metal against Fate;<br />nothing ever touches me except<br />the casket's singing, teak and brass,<br />possess the body as it ceases.<br />Think of me as a friend<br />not destroyed by the headstone,<br />the view at ground level.<br /></span><br />
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Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-7291435323946291772015-06-30T09:58:00.000-07:002015-06-30T09:58:18.962-07:00Whisper between - from "Rest in pain," episode 3<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hurt me:<br />every word manipulates<br />days like today.<br />Candlelight, a silent ear -<br />recite your<br />deepest fears,<br />mind a root.<br />Ask: you don't have to<br />be afraid. Submission is<br />part of the return.<br />In the distance, the dead.<br />Expand. You can almost hear<br />this last trembling.<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-82273715836709810182015-06-29T06:29:00.000-07:002015-06-29T08:10:25.553-07:00Full moon overhead - from "Rest in pain," episode 3<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you believe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in a dream<br />that wanders?<br />Full moon overhead,<br />mood a hiding place,<br />satisfied hesitation.<br />We don't know that<br />everything dies.<br />The day, sheer,<br />weakly revealing<br />the silk of<br />actions unnoticed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-2907614763782346102015-06-26T07:26:00.000-07:002015-06-26T07:26:17.122-07:00Behind the hills - from "Rest in pain," episode 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">To continue</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">encourage trust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">Triumphant, the obvious words</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">right behind the hills - </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">something strange, out there,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">the way we like it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">Personal mystery,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">the mind a </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">mixed world, red light distance.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">What it means, a breathless warning,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">heavy with the answer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Liz Worthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17177939280863825111noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6193135589711864937.post-51043944389629607442015-06-22T13:05:00.001-07:002015-06-22T13:05:21.627-07:00The price we pay - from "Rest in pain," episode 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">Keep your prayers - </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">don't ruin this with</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">words, rushes of chaos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">to descend upon the gravesite.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">You killed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">buzzing lips,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">a growing sense of promise,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">Convert to secrets </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">a long way</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">from the world,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">the price we pay</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: start;">for all the good things.</span><br />
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