The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
H. P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu (1928) In the opening scene of the 1986 film
‘Blue Velvet’ (dir. David Lynch), white picket fences, cloudless skies and pristine manicured gardens set a scene of peace, tranquillity and security. A middle aged man waters the garden around his home. While doing this, his hose gets caught and tangled, kinking at its middle and cutting of his supply of water. Pressure builds in the twists of the hose. The man, battling to free it, tugs and jerks at it violently, until suddenly, as if struck from an invisible enemy, he clutches his neck in extreme agony and falls to the ground.
During this traumatic change in scene, Bobby Vinton’s song
Blue Velvet continues to play uninterrupted, agitating the usual cinematic norms for a scene containing such emergency.
While the man lies helplessly on the ground the focus perplexingly shifts to the lawn itself. As we depart from the man and his afflictions, we move closer and deeper into the grass. The ever enlarging under grove of the lawn starts to take on the appearance of a dark, untamed forest, forgotten by the world. Underneath this dark canopy, the scuttling and loud visceral chewing of giant insects crawl over one another, inches beneath the suffering man.
A symbolic order remedies a world without any inherent meaning. Existential anxieties are eased away by the rationalizations and narratives we apply as we collectively reimagine the world as we’d like to see it.
The complicated, mysterious and chaotic therefore become disregarded or reconceptualised in a way which holds meaning. Due to its uncontrollability, the concept of nature falls within this reconceptualization, becoming contained, externalized and exchanged for a subjective shelter of stability and regularity, safe from the “terrifying vistas of reality”. A sense of the real is therefore exchanged for a hyper-reality. The utopian pastoral impulse realised.
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