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Category: Culture

  • My Neighbor, Debbie the Cenobite

    No, the title has no basis in what is commonly termed ‘reality.’ You also did not ask me for a review, more or less, of the new Hellraiser movie … but that is what I’ve been thinking about, and that’s where that title came from. I won’t even claim that implicit in the title is…

  • So

    I’m not going to comment on the recent political storms … it’s not that I don’t have opinions, it’s just that I suspect you don’t give a fuck what my opinions are. Instead of reacting in any constructive way to recent news, I started listening to Caroliner. Because the only possible response to this country…

  • My book collection did this to me

    The title alludes to the purported last words of San Francisco poet Jack Spicer (replace “book collection” with “vocabulary” to retrieve the last words). Mallarme (another one of them poets) famously said “everything in the world exists to end up as a book,” and he perhaps even more famously tried to write that very book,…

  • Yes, I am a donut

    Recently I have been revisiting my near-obsessive self-question what scares me? because I’m back to reading recent “horror” fiction and feeling the recrudescence of my childhood dream of one day becoming the next Edgar Allan Poe (which I had very early, attended by the thought well, if I can’t make them like me, maybe I…

  • Blues Fell this Morning

    I came late to the country blues. I knew the song “Crossroads” from its incarnation as a hit for the 60s supergroup Cream; I thought I knew what the blues were because I was a teenager and was sad a lot and had listened to a couple of albums by Tom Waits. I was living…

  • Shark-n-Toro

    Nobody asked me, but I’m increasingly fearful that Guillermo del Toro has jumped the proverbial shark. I admit that I haven’t been completely satisfied by any del Toro film, although I recognize his skills and eclectic, wide-ranging sensibilities (I don’t like that phrase — maybe I will replace it). I allowed myself to get excited…

  • Of Horror and the Brain

    “Brains … brains,” squeal the undead. Sometimes, anyway. Considered either as a candidate for horror movie excision and subsequent separate-from-body life (in a jar or out), or as the subject of trauma (ref. my previous post), the brain is the most horrifying of organs. When I was a kid, I thought blobs were the scariest…