Archive for the ‘HorrorShow’ Category

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The Bones of Mythic Creatures

March 18, 2012

Saw an exhibit weeks ago (at the Tucson International Wildlife Museum) that featured the bones of mythological creatures — a cyclops’ skull, a unicorn’s horn, a centaur’s skeleton. OK, so the bones weren’t really from those creatures, but it was still a fascinating, very well-presented display. The cards beside each exhibit explain where the bones actually came from, and how archaic cultures misinterpreted the bones, but still — it’s fun to dream, to let your imagination go.


Really the skull of another giant creature — an elephant — but you can see how the ancients would think the indention in the center was for a single, huge eye.


Ah, the lance-like tusk of the narwhal. Think I like the idea of it belonging to a beautiful horsie rather than an ugly Arctic whale (whose name comes from Old Norse nahvalr : nar, corpse (from its whitish color) + hvalr, whale = corpse whale. Eeeeew.).


Most absolute favorite exhibit of all. Look Ma — no thumbs, and two sets of lungs. So impossible, but so cool.

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Music for Halloween, Classic and Otherwise

October 24, 2011

Here are are my top thirteen Halloween music faves. Okay, they’re not all Halloween-specific, but they fit the mood of the holiday. If you expected a “classic” song that’s not there, keep in mind just because it’s old doesn’t mean it’s a classic — or even that good  (sorry, “Monster Mash,” “Purple People Eater,” and theme songs from both The Munsters and Addams Family — all good and fine, if you’re seven years old).

In alphabetical order:

Ballad for Dead Friends (Dashboard Prophets)
Blue (Angie Hart)
Burn the Pain (Trip Cyclone, Shivers 2: Harvest of Souls)
Cry Little Sister (G Tom Mac; True Blood version)
Desperado (Alice Cooper)
Halloween (Dream Syndicate)
Idiot Prayer (Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds)
Pet Sematary (The Ramones)
Rest in Peace (Spike, Once More with Feeling OST)
The Wrong Side (Abney Park)
Time Warp (Rocky Horror Picture Show OST)
Transylvanian Concubine (Rasputina)
Tubular Bells (Mike Oldfeld)

Six songs that scared me as a child (that I’ve since grown to love):

D.O.A.* (Bloodrock)
House of the Rising Sun (The Animals)
I Am the Walrus (The Beatles)
Sick Things (Alice Cooper)
White Rabbit (Jefferson Airplane)
White Room (Cream)

Zombies + Beatles = I Wanna Eat Your Brain

Surprisingly, “Sympathy for the Devil” (Rolling Stones) didn’t bother me. Go figure. Maybe even as a kid, I didn’t buy their “ooh we’re dabbling with demonic stuff here” schtick.

*Except for this song. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to release this for radio play (circa 1971)?  Frightened me more than anything I’ve ever heard.  Ever.  Still creeps me out. Do not look this song up; it will give you nightmares.

Six old-school faves*:

Danse macabre (Camille Saint-Saens)
Funeral March of a Marionette (Charles-Francois Gounod)
Hungarian Rhapsodies, No. 2 in D minor (Franz Liszt)
In the Hall of the Mountain King (Edvard Grieg)
Teddy Bear’s Picnic (Henry Hall)
Toccata and Fugue in D minor (Johann Sebastian Bach)

*Gee, waddya know, the majority of these I first heard in old Warner Brothers cartoons. And then there’s Raymond Scott’s “Powerhouse” — which isn’t spooky, but is industrial-assemby-line-unstoppable-machine awesome.

Hope you find something above you will enjoy. Happy Haunting!

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It’s October: Time for Werewolves

October 6, 2011

Summer’s done, and Fall has finally come to southern Arizona. Saw a sign in a local used book store pertaining to werewolves and change, and well, I can’t resist:

 

That’s my version. Hope you like.

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Steam Punk, Vampires, and a Little Rat Dog

June 23, 2010

Familiar with Steam Punk? If not, it’s lots of fun — the music, the outfits, the mindsets. If you care, my favorite band from that genre is Abney Park, (current) favorite song of theirs’ is “Victoria”  — so pretty, so poignant — it’s a like a little movie. Give it a listen.  For something more hardcore, listen to “The Wake.” And if you really want to hear something wild, check out their version of  “Little Drummer Boy”  — so very, very different, you’ll forget it’s a Christmas song.

Four pieces of Steam Punk jewelry I made last Spring, crafted from analog watch parts, a cannibalized typewriter, and tiny miscellaneous electronic bits:

If ever there was music to put you in the mood for a good vampire romance/soap opera/epic storyline, it’s Rasputina. They have some dark-mood inducing covers (“Transylvanian Concubine” and “Wish You Were Here,” for starters). Here’s a pic to help set a vampiric atmosphere:


How about something for bad dreams?

But, hey, let’s lighten things up a bit, because it is vacation time (!) after all:

This ratter is the star of his own series of video shorts — if you’re interested, watch them here.

Adios, amigos.  See you in a few weeks.

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Graceful, Amusing, Unsettling

June 13, 2010

A gourd vine clinging and climbing up the wall; the unintentional hilarity of kids’ art at the local library branch; an afternoon visit from the watermelon man — all things graceful, amusing, unsettling.

This fellow has been wandering around our wall; baby gourds are finally beginning to sprout. There’s definitely a beautiful slow dance going on here, as with all vines.

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Kids’ art in the meeting room of our local library branch: zombie cowboys. Not so, you say? More like cowboy witches? Oh, as if.

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These zombie/cowboy/witches inspired my horrorku (an actual genre — I did not make it up):

open field of wildflowers
zombies thrash and flail
famished buzzard blinks

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Afternoon visit from the Watermelon Man. He comes, he sits, we chat. Then he eats his own head. Zombie!

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MMMmmmm. Sweet juicy red stuff! I’ve almost finished reading Dawn of the Dreadfuls. It’s very funny, and sometimes gruesome, a combination I find deeeelightful. Hope they make a movie out of it.

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In the Mood for Vamps

May 12, 2010

Been listening to the “Once More with Feeling soundtrack again (obsessively); so much fun to sing along to! Especially in the car, in traffic. Alone. We went to the Buffy Sing-A-Long at the Loft Cinema a few years ago — yowza, such fun! (My husband gave me both the CD and the tickets to the Sing-A-Long — he’s the most wonderful man I know!). Goody bags and costumed folk and everyone singing! A splediferious event, indeed. I was hoping to go every year, but . . . Joss Whedon has since put the kibosh on those Sing-a-Longs.   Sad Face : (

Now I’m doubly glad we went.

I still have my goody bag.

So I’m in the mood for vamps these days (surprise, surprise). Here’s another vampire poem, a love poem, of sorts:

The Kiss

Help me drive these iron stakes
into the unyielding earth, help me unroll
coils of spiked wire
across arrowed heads,
help me keep the woods at bay.

In the shadows of trees,
they move like natural things,
graceful and fleeting,
their brassy eyes lanterns swaying
in a windless night.

We move inside the house, feeling the locks
on doors and windows, leaving
garlands of prayers,
building great smoky fires
to obliterate the stars.

Through a broken mirror
one has entered
among us. I touch my own vein.
I will lean into your shadow
for this kiss.

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(originally appeared in Dreams &  Nightmares, December 1994, No.34)

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Below is the third in my series of five Spikes:

And here’s a pic of my grapevine winding its way around my yard:

Isn’t it romantic?

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‘Cuz It’s the Mood

May 5, 2010

Cuz’ a body can only take so much vacuous politicking & seriously evil  bomb-scaring (coming through the rye — if you don’t get it, look it up — pace Burns & Salinger).  Anyway, here’s an old vampire poem (first published in my graduate creative-writing thesis, then revised for  The Midwest Quarterly):

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The Doctor’s Diagnosis

The flutter in her lungs
is not pneumonia;
it is constrained wings beating
against the soft membrane
of her self-restraint.
Put your ear to her breast
and listen:
the frantic cries of her chained desires
echo down through the shadowy cave
of her dreams.

You say that she is at peace
in the dank solitude of the local cathedral,
that there she drinks holy water
to purge herself of this
heaviness in her chest.

Her priest is concerned;
he sends her prayers
steeped in garlic
and rosaries carved out of saints’ relics.

But the illness continues.

Tonight, I prescribe you dress her
in black lace
and tie her to the bed.
Keep her mouth open,
propped with wet stones;
I will stand watch over her.

When the moon touches
her chalky throat, the bat will fly
through her mouth
and roost on the crucifix hanging
above her bed.

I have a gun.
I have done this before.

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(Published in The Midwest Quarterly, Summer 1986, Vol.XXVII, No.4, as “The Diagnosis” — God Bless you, Stephen Meats)

Yikes. No wonder I didn’t get along so well with my thesis director! Anyhoo, I think this piece below goes nicely with it (first of a series of five):

(make a nice T-shirt, too. What do you think?)

To make it all better, here’s a pic of our resident bongo-boy: