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Friday, January 31, 2014
The Man-Moth
Here, above,
cracks in the buildings are filled with battered moonlight.
The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.
It lies at his feet like a circle for a doll to stand on,
and he makes an inverted pin, the point magnetized to the moon.
He does not see the moon; he observes only her vast properties,
feeling the queer light on his hands, neither warm nor cold,
of a temperature impossible to record in thermometers.
But when the Man-Moth
pays his rare, although occasional, visits to the surface,
the moon looks rather different to him. He emerges
from an opening under the edge of one of the sidewalks
and nervously begins to scale the faces of the buildings.
He thinks the moon is a small hole at the top of the sky,
proving the sky quite useless for protection.
He trembles, but must investigate as high as he can climb.
Up the façades,
his shadow dragging like a photographer’s cloth behind him
he climbs fearfully, thinking that this time he will manage
to push his small head through that round clean opening
and be forced through, as from a tube, in black scrolls on the light.
(Man, standing below him, has no such illusions.)
But what the Man-Moth fears most he must do, although
he fails, of course, and falls back scared but quite unhurt.
Then he returns
to the pale subways of cement he calls his home. He flits,
he flutters, and cannot get aboard the silent trains
fast enough to suit him. The doors close swiftly.
The Man-Moth always seats himself facing the wrong way
and the train starts at once at its full, terrible speed,
without a shift in gears or a gradation of any sort.
He cannot tell the rate at which he travels backwards.
Each night he must
be carried through artificial tunnels and dream recurrent dreams.
Just as the ties recur beneath his train, these underlie
his rushing brain. He does not dare look out the window,
for the third rail, the unbroken draught of poison,
runs there beside him. He regards it as a disease
he has inherited the susceptibility to. He has to keep
his hands in his pockets, as others must wear mufflers.
If you catch him,
hold up a flashlight to his eye. It’s all dark pupil,
an entire night itself, whose haired horizon tightens
as he stares back, and closes up the eye. Then from the lids
one tear, his only possession, like the bee’s sting, slips.
Slyly he palms it, and if you’re not paying attention
he’ll swallow it. However, if you watch, he’ll hand it over,
cool as from underground springs and pure enough to drink.
Elizabeth Bishop
Thursday, January 30, 2014
V'ger Murdering Some Klingon Bastards
Can't think of a better way to enjoy Jerry Goldsmith's Klingon cue.
Click below:
Hellions Video Contest
It is Halloween night in the town of Waterford, Pumpkin Capital of the World. Alone at home, teenager Dora Vogel (Chloe Rose) is about to have a very long night.
Free to roam undetected among the small
town’s trick-or-treaters, a group of masked demonic beings knock on
unsuspecting Dora’s door. Before long she is cut off from the outside
world, under siege in her isolated home for reasons she does not
understand. Alone in the dark, Dora will need to defend both her body
and her soul from the relentless evil beings known as Hellions.
Click below for details:
Conal Cochran Would Be Proud
Trick or Treat Studios is making the three masks from Halloween III: Season of the Witch.
Click below:
As seen on the always-awesome Blood Curdling Blog of Monster Masks.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Sospetto
"A perfect blend of 60´s/70´s music, but with a modern touch. Perfect for every Giallo Party or Sleaze Disco! 15 tracks of audible black gloves, bloody razors and fateful affairs, like a soundtrack of a never-filmed italian shocker."
Big Sleaze Disco at my house this weekend.
Click below for some Goblin-esque fun:
Now Playing: Plissken
I've wanted to post this for a very long time, but I kept getting hung up on the group's name and on the image used in the youtube video.
So I apologize in advance, beings it's not work-friendly, but the music demands it.
Click below:
Public Service Announcement
Semi-old news: Green Skittles have switched from lime flavor to green apple. I had some today and wasn't very happy. I don't do the one-at-a-time thing. I eat a few at a time, and they just don't mix.
Not ok with this change.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Saturday, January 25, 2014
The Anguished Man
I moved the painting back into the top bedroom. I set the video camera
up and recorded for approx. eight hours over three consecutive nights.
After spending several hours looking at the footage this is what I
found. There were many other sounds recorded but they sounded like they
came from outside, these were different. Shortly after moving the
painting my wife felt someone stroke her hair in the bathroom and I saw a
strange fog like mist at the top of the stairs that vanished as quickly
as it came. The painting is now back in the cellar for the time being.
Click below:
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Friday, January 24, 2014
The UFO Incident
I'm pretty certain that the fact that my parents didn't "get" horror films (or any fantasy[weird] films of any kind) allowed me to view inappropriate films at inappropriate ages. And I'm pretty certain that caused some kind of mental scarring [trauma], and led to certain fears that I wouldn't have had otherwise [parent-blaming]. They let us watch The Exorcist as though it was an episode of The Brady Bunch. An episode of The Brady Bunch that forever ruined waking up in the middle of the night or hearing a bed spring make a random noise or hearing a tiny click or tap in the attic.
They took us to see Close Encounters of the Third Kind when we were in early grade school. I've mentioned it before on the blog, but I still consider that film a horror film. Kidnapped humans stolen from their earthly homes for decades (if not hundreds of years) and then returned with a smile and some sign language, as if that made their crimes ok. Watching it recently, I swear there was a woman in Victorian garb walking amongst the ruined humans coming down that glowing ramp of death. It was such a serious and intensely human way of presenting the topic of UFOs, and the film felt so real. An incredible film. A brilliant film. But not for a kid in early grade school.
I remember seeing The UFO Incident one afternoon during summer vacation. Still in grade school, and still too young to see a realistic portrayal of adults in situations where they were basically helpless violated victims. And I'm thinking that's the key to why these movies were creating mental scar tissue. I was a kid watching adults become powerless frail things...realistically. The UFO Incident had some top-notch acting. James Earl Jones WEEPING during hypnosis recalling his character's alien assault. Perfectly suitable for a kid in early grade school.
So it was summer vacation, and my brother and I are watching this terrifying movie and my mother tells us we're going to the pool after it's over [a disgusting public pool in a crappy part of town]. So the movie ends and we're just sitting there processing this nightmare of an experience. My mother says "Boys, come on. We're going to the [disgusting] Pool. Get your sneakers on. Come on. Let's go."
The sneakers were upstairs. In our closet. In our bedroom. We refused to go up there. Aliens, you see. My mother became furious. I probably should have poured gasoline over my head and lit a match like that robot assassin in Halloween III, but I think I just sat there shaking my head like Jerry Seinfeld refusing to eat that piece of pizza.
So, before you click the link below and click to the 49:00 mark, try to imagine yourself in early grade school...sitting down in front of the television and seeing this for the first time (you only have to watch a minute or two to get the idea).
Click these poor folks when you're ready:
The Movie Crypt
With Adam Green and Joe Lynch.
A wonderfully honest podcast discussing the great pain getting your vision up on the big screen. Some language making it unsafe to play at work, but well worth the listen. Definitely going to listen to all of their shows.
Click below:
Choke On 'Em!
We don't have enough ammunition to shoot them all in the head. The time
to have done that would have been in the beginning. No, we let them
overrun us. We are in the minority now, something like 400,000 to one by
my calculation.
Day of the Dead, 1985
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