Summer 2017 – Dream Pop Press
Dream Pop tells linear narratives to politely go away. This makes sense. A lot of the narratives of 2017 have hurt the idea, have literally hurt people. Much of what is going on in the world makes literally no sense. 2017 did have the perfect embodiment of the desire, the revived weirdness of “Twin Peaks”. For me personally every time I binge watch “Twin Peaks” it makes me believe in myself, the way the show unfurls in a not quite logical way, the confidence it has in doing so. Basically, “Twin Peaks” is exactly the right show to watch if I’m looking for a job. Reading the submissions of Dream Pop their summer addition gave me a similarly happy feeling. So much love and heart fills these pixelated pages. Like “Twin Peaks” it also took an unforgivably long period of time for me to get around to checking out these hallowed submission. With further ado, I present the Beach Sloth weirdness that is a ‘review’ – straight from the mind, riffing, non-narrative oriented.
A thousand slugs ought not be considered a monster. What Sara Adams has failed to mention is that in the scientific community a thousand slugs is commonly referred to as a “oh dear lord there are a thousand slugs my goodness why do we live here? this place is gross and overpriced. our taxes have increased tremendously, and the roads are nowhere as well paved as they should be, probably on account of all the slug slime.” Meat typically is soft, at least that’s what the meat wants people to think. God likes to disorient individuals thanks to their uncanny ability to appear everywhere, to be in the faces of all while those continue to look for God up in clouds, so many miles away from anywhere.
Liz Bowen knows the colors of death that herald the coming of autumn. Autumn works as a cue for greater scenes of unmistakable sadness. Bodies are difficult things they never react exactly the way they should, always thinking about how they got this way and how they relate to the rest of the world. Water season has a summery appeal to it. Hot hot heat from the New York street always tends to bring out a headiness, an undeniable shock that anybody can brave everything that goes on in the city in the midpoint of the summer season. Out in New York City cops ride horses because it is another thing they can oppress it is simply what they do and what they have always done. For the online world the arguments runs rapid, with people arguing about things they don’t know and never will – offering advice where none was asked for, and being particularly snotty about it. Demons rest well and wander wearily throughout the world. At some point demons become so consuming that they end up out in the outskirts, so far and so undeserving. To pay devastation becomes a ritual, and the devastation manages to always get paid despite the suffering it causes. Upon feeling the bite of a text one wonders where all those ideas came from, what lead a person to come up with that worldview, that situation, the way they live. New York City makes everything pain, to live there offers such togetherness and celebration while presenting a great deal of suffering. Nothing feels cheap, all feels in a constant sea of inflation while people earn exactly the same as they did before.