jonathan hayes reminds me that windowpane press is a joint lopez/hayes venture.
titles thus far:
hellbender by john tyson
natividad by ryan eckes
want one? both? write me at len200athotmaildotcom
do it, sucka!
a bard's eye view of love, life and psychotronic cinema
starting yesterday anna and i are taking a much needed 2-week holiday. we did the same at the same time last year. with fall being our favorite time of year the effects of vacation at this time are not just relaxing but revivifying too.
curious how others consider political writing in their poems. how polemical do you make it. i've never thought of myself as a political writer at all, but present times seem to demand one speak however muted it may sound. i'm teasing out a half-ass thought about political writing. that when conditions get so outrageous, e.g. now [my thinking is spurred by the story today that the bush administration is set to enact a series of sanctions against iran's military. which in my mind might be the first step to justify war. and quite frankly a war with iran might be the start of wwiii. am i being alarmist, here?], that writers perhaps don't have an obligation to incorporate political viewpoints in their work, but a serious situation demands a serious response. which is a long way to say that a response from poets would be found within their work. a writing not above saying, you suck! but a writing also with humor, love and the iterations of our human being.
let us practice a little of the dark arts
a couple of weeks ago i asked anna to list her halloween movie choices. now anna is not a horror freak at all, she puts up with my obsessions but i think doesn't approve of them. but she did choose one film that was surprising because it is often thought of a christmas movie and not associated with ghosts, goblins and/or ghouls.
i've never cared for the vampire mystique. something about vampires' cool eroticism, their lurking in shadows just beyond the window frame, that leaves me cold. too mannered to be menacing, i suppose. the novels of anne rice about the vampire lestat i find boring. the same goes for the film versions. tom cruise and brad pitt are certainly beautiful creatures, yet i find their performances rather fey and quite simply silly. tom cruise certainly is other-worldly, but not so as a vampire.
i've written earlier of my experience of seeing a ghost when i was just a lad. no one is more skeptical than me about the paranormal. i recall that night as if it just happened, and the experience i had as a witness to the apparition is real, but i can admit that it might all be bullshit. that the ghost was the product of half-remembered stories realized in a dream-state.
first read this story about a mexican poet with a few unsavory proclivities via a link on daniel f bradley's blog. now i read this piece about the writer with the usual set of denials of the more salacious acts. yes, the mind reels at the atrocity, but i'd hate to be among the group of publishers who returned his manuscripts with blandly worded rejection slips.
peeling back the host
nicholas is at the stage where things both simultaneously frighten the shit out of him and also attract him too. for example, at the exploratorium in sf weekend before last there was an exhibit with a very life-like, yet fake, human hand in it. the idea is to have one person put his/her hand on a shelf above the fake hand while another person is supposed to use only his/her sense of touch to determine which hand is the real one. the moment nicholas saw that fake hand he reeled back in horror and panic. and yet, he can't stop talking about THE HAND IN THE BOX.
okay, what's a boy to do. i've got 2 long over-due book reviews to write, my half of a collab manuscript i should be cleaning up so that maybe it can get printed, another collab project beginning to simmer and and and poems to write. but no, i'm gonna sit down and watch 28 weeks later right now. logan smith saw it last night and posted his review. i'm holding off reading logan's piece until i finish watching the movie but can't help but notice that he's given the flick 6 out of 5 bleeding eyeballs. a winner in my book. i'll let you know how it all turns out.
the following is a short list of scary movies for halloween. i'll post more during the month as they come to me. these aren't reviews of movies but ideas if you want them for films to view for the haunting month. idiosyncratic and highly debatable my idea is to present a few flicks that perhaps impart that sort of vibe and ambiance that i associate with halloween: creepiness and euphoria.
a beautiful day in the bay. today we took nicholas to the exploratorium in san francisco where the kid went nuts with all the hands-on activities. nicholas went into overdrive and i think charmed everyone with his exuberance. i mean he's a kid who enjoys himself so thoroughly that it is infectious. okay i'm more than a little biased, i'm his old man, but i swear you could hear his ecstatic squeals in that loud place. when nicholas was playing with a beach ball hovering on a jet of air everyone who passed his playing would smile and gesture at his joy.
what is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance?
bela lugosi's dead
for thom gunn