This is incredible.
Uploaded by KJ92508 on Oct 22, 2011
Thanks, Megan, for sharing it with me. :)
Halloween Light Show
•October 26, 2011 • Leave a Comment11 11 or 444
•October 24, 2011 • Leave a CommentYes, I’m one of those weirdos who happen to be looking at a clock around the same time nearly every day for several years now. Not only that, but I notice the same numbers in sales receipts, the length of YouTube videos, etc. It’s strange as hell and I have no explanation for it. I’ve read as much as I can find about it and most give it a supernatural twist. The upcoming film 11 11 11 gives the phenomenon a demonic one. Anyone with any theories out there feel free to comment and tell me what you believe.
More October Poems
•October 14, 2011 • Leave a CommentWhat’s October without Edgar Allen Poe?
Check out the link for the new movie THE RAVEN with John Cusack: http://www.theravenmovie.com/
A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
And here’s one I found by William Stafford that left me in a rather ponderous state after reading it (always a good thing.)
A Ritual to Read to Each Other
If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider–
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give–yes or no, or maybe–
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
William Stafford
Crying Wolf
•October 11, 2011 • Leave a Comment
The movie made from the Stephen King work Cycle of the Werewolf is Silver Bullet (1985) and the film has everything I love in a scary movie: creaky bridges, creepy swamps and musty garages, engaging characters you actually care about, and dark twists to sew it all up for you and make you watch it over and over it again.
And
then
there
is…
Another favorite UNDERWORLD (2003) captivates me because of the whole mythos behind the action, the majesty of the different houses, the legacies, the passion, not to mention the stylish black leather and hairy chests in abundance. Sigh…
What’s your favorite movie featuring big bad wolves?
Curse of the Alastor
•October 8, 2011 • Leave a Comment
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005QTQYZK
After escaping a savage kidnapping earnest girl of science Marti Zaroni goes to her wealthy Uncle Zito for protection instead of the police. She wants him to stop the diabolical men who took her captive and to rescue the unwitting boy who aided in her escape. Zito’s godson and right hand man Angelo Merona is pleased to see her. He’s been in love with the stubborn Marti for years and will do everything he can to help her but first has to deal with his mother, who believes she’s possessed by a demon that has plagued their two families for centuries. Angelo doesn’t have to worry, with his unusual green eyes he’s blessed and no demon will touch him. But everyone around him is fair game Marti learns as she decides to take on her abductors herself.
Ghosts of Halloween Costumes Past
•October 5, 2011 • 6 CommentsThe one in front. You can’t miss him. What the hell is under that black bag?
That pillowcase is not full of candy.
Nowadays, people dress their little dogs in costumes like these.
This dog looks absolutely terrified.
I have had far too many viewings of The Shining, I can tell you that right now.
What a wild and crazy office party this must have been…with the four of them.
Several missed the memo about costumes, luckily there were plenty of linens, Saran Wrap, Scotch tape and one or two dishrags available.
Betty made do with a quick papier-mâché…
You can always tell the kid whose mother picked out and made him wear his costume.
Leatherface Jr. and Beetlejuice at age 7
Poems for October
•October 2, 2011 • Leave a Comment
She Walks in Beauty
by Lord Byron (George Gordon)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Not Waving but Drowning
by Stevie Smith
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Word of the Dead
•September 29, 2011 • 2 Commentshttp://dss.collections.imj.org.il/isaiah. Dead Sea Scrolls
http://www.summum.us/mummification/tbotd/ Tibetan Book of the Dead
Yeah, I didn’t read them beginning to end either, talk about elongated brain stammer, but sometimes you come right to the page, sentence or ‘word’ that you need to read…and something just speaks to you.
Or tells you that well hey, lilac really does go with a nice moldy green color…
S. K. Epperson 
