Dark Comedy: The Irony of the Banal; or, The Metamorphoschizolibidinal Machine
I’ve noted since 1986 that a good 65% of the people in metropolitan bus terminals between the hours of midnight and 6: 00 A.M. tend to qualify as Lynchian figures— flamboyantly unattractive, enfeebled, grotesque, freighted with a woe out of […]
Dark Comedy: The Irony of the Banal; or, The Metamorphoschizolibidinal Machine