Sunday, October 22, 2017

everyday is halloween

i'm a lifelong horror geek.  even when scary shit really scared the shit out of me i was attracted to the terrors and thrills of those things that go bump in the night.  but i'm an older man now.  i've seen lots of horror movies.  i've toured allegedly haunted landscapes, houses, and buildings.  i've done haunt attractions.  and i am an avid listener of tales told around the campfire.  think about that last one.  have you been in the woods after the sun dropped below the horizon and dark is not just the absence of light but dark is utter black, a kind of void where you can't see the proverbially hand in front of your face?  if you haven't -- and i don't mean to sound snide, but the early 21st C is a much different place than even the late 20th C, and i think we have a whole couple of generations who have not experienced darkness, not as an abstract idea, but as a palpable thing.  to be told ghost stories around the campfire when the light from the fire penetrates the woods only just so far.  an enveloping void surrounds you.  if you have to get up from the campfire to take a piss and step away from the circle of firelight you must have your wits about you for you can get lost even if you are just 10 meters away from your camp. and you think that the blackness that envelopes you as a worn thing might contain, well, anything, including the monsters that live in your head.  that is fucking scary.

i posit something even scarier, a holiday out of season.  today we did some shopping.  after going to our local IKEA -- i confess, for no reason at all, i am an honorary swede, it is my second our third culture because i married in to it [which means nothing at all, but to me] -- we stopped at the the home depot.  the U.S. is dotted with the same big box stores, walmart, petco, home depot et al., that i can't say 'local home depot' with a straight face.  ah, that is the nature of our mercantile culture that all the stores in the U.S. are the same wherever you are.  well, anyway, at home depot it is christmas.  i shit you not.  the halloween displays are still up, after all this is still october, but the bigger displays are for christsmas.

i shat a brick.  i mean for fucks sake it is not even halloween yet and there before my eyes are evidence of a winter wonderland.

fuck me sideways.  that is scarier than a good ghost story at night around the campfire.  and yes, i am a person who loves halloween.  halloween lives in my heart 24/7.  i even have a jack o'lantern inked on my shoulder.  and yet, i think christmas is a magical holiday.  not because i believe in the power of hay-zeus, but i think people, humanity at large, needs a time that is special to it that demands we have peace on earth and good will to human kind.  in other words, i love christmas, not as a believer, but as a holiday for people to celebrate the wonder of our fellow human beings. 

but give the holidays their own time and due.  christmas in october is not christmas.  when you find its physical trappings being sold before winter you -- i -- think upon a kind of commercial cynicism that one can argue is endemic in our culture.  i find that scary.

furthermore, old saint nick was there too

you know he is always watching you.

boo


everyday is halloween

i've had my smart phone for a month now and it has changed my digital habits.  i do a lot of texting with friends and i am able to access my email nearly all the time.  but i have yet to find an app that allows me to post on me blog.  there are apps for tumbler and twitter but no apps for blogger.  bummer.  because my digital habits of migrated to mobile technology i am not firing up the laptop as often.  hence, i am not posting my usual array of poems, essays, movies reviews etc etc. on this here blog.


be that as it may, this month has been chock full of halloween activities for me, anna and nick.  tonight we went to the town of auburn for its pumpkin nights.  the city decorates their fairground with jack o'lantern displays.  it was a bit cheesy but it was also a lot of fun.

in addition to all the halloween style shit we've done i've also been pointing my browser to halloween videos.  and below is a recent favorite video of mine.  tom hanks plays a character named, david s. pumpkins, on SNL.  i find it so funny i nearly break my funny bone when i watch it.  anna wonders whether i've lost my mind.  she finds this skit amusing but not weezing-thru-the-laughs-gawd-my-side-hurts funny.

what the hell.  sometimes scary turns to humor and when it does we must laugh out ourselves.  i think fewer things are funnier than a goofball dressed in a suit decorated with pumpkins who has two dancing skeleton sidekicks.

behold, david s. pumpkins



boo

Sunday, October 15, 2017

everyday is halloween


boo

Thursday, October 12, 2017

the air is smudged with smoke the light is haze we've been watching aircraft loaded with water and fire retardant flying over Sac to and from the hot zones

Sac is not on fire but nearby Napa et al. is burning with such ferocity the mind freezes at the breadth of the destruction

how did these fires start the experts don't know they seem to have developed overnight they did explode overnight some survivors had to leave so quickly they left their phones and their shoes behind

think about that these people had to leave their homes so fast they couldn't stop for a moment to grab their phones and their shoes

fucking mindblowing

Monday, October 09, 2017

a halloween anecdote

i was a sonafabitch 
my mother took my youngest brother
and me to see the stephen king adaption of 
carrie [1976] at the sac six drive ins

i'm sure my other brother and my father
was in the car too but
what i remember is the end of the film
you recall when amy irving finds the grave of carrie

whose tomb reads carrie white burns in hell
 amy bends to the grave to deliver a bouquet
when carrie's hand bursts from the rocks of the
grave to grab amy well it was after

the adrenaline and the credits were rolling
i got directly behind my youngest brother
grabbed his neck and yelled boo
his scream was so loud my mother punched me in the arm

everyday is halloween

let's return to my annual tradition of the scary season by presenting a favorite halloween tradition of mine, watching a batch of spookshow trailers.  these crudely made trailers announced a kind of vaudeville live show of scares, magic and cornball antics that were popular in the mid to late 20th century.  these spookshows were often anchored by a cheapjack, grade z, horror flick.  and as you can see the ads promised more thrills, chills and laughs than the shows delivered.  spookshows were a little before my time.  i don't remember seeing a spookshow or watching a trailer for a performance.  i would've been too chickenshit scared to attend one even if i had.  and yet, these trailers, in spite of their goofy boasts and cheap production values sings the songs of halloween.

so sit down, grab a drink, some popcorn, turn down the light, and discover once again the pure pleasure of grade z halloween schlock.



boo

Sunday, October 08, 2017

blade runner 2049

it's not for nothing that filmmaker denis villeneuve, director of photography roger deakins et al. have created an epic of such vast scale that watching this flick in IMAX still did little justice to the details of a dying mid-21st century l.a.

working from a script by original BR screenwriter hampton fancher director villeneuve's vision of a noirish dessicated cityscape is, well, quite literally mind blowing.  for this flick is set 30 years after the action of ridley scott's brilliant first film and it sure looks like things have gotten worse, pollution, overpopulation, lawlessness, and an overall arching entropy as the world is dying.

ryan gosling plays officer k, a replicant [that's not giving away any secrets for that knowledge is in the press releases] blade runner who is tasked to 'retire' older generation replicants whose reliability in society is untrustworthy.  k uncovers a long buried secret that sets him in motion to find rick deckard.

gosling is an interesting actor.  i've not been a fan of his style.  his range is limited.  his smiles appear forced.  but that style of stiff acting is appropriate in the role of k.  emotions for k are small things of limited use for him and his work.  k is like an automoton.  he gets the job done and that is all.

and yet, k begins to find his soul -- if a soul humans have -- as he learns more about himself.  even more, k has a live-in girlfriend, joi, played by ana de armas.  however, joi is an AI hologram.  she feels love for k.  does she have a soul too?  that would be something to explore for another story.  but i found the character joi utterly fascinating.  and i think as AI becomes stronger in our world we might find programs like joi in the near to middle future.

another thing i admire about filmmaker denis villeneuve is his lack of hurry when telling a story.  this is a movie that moves on its own pace.  it is not a fast rollercoaster, it is a sleek roadster much like ridley scott's first iteration on this story based on the novel, do androids dream of electric sheep? by philip k. dick.  and this movie is sumptuous.

but like the original film i think this new iteration requires a couple more viewings in order to let the narrative to sink in.  i saw this flick with my brother.  he loved the film.  i admired it.  he said that this is newest movie is worthy of the first BR.  i don't mean to sound coy but before i make that pronouncement i need to see it again.  but i do greatly admire deakins' photography and villeneuve's epic sweep.  this is not a blockbuster action film.  this is a movie of david lean style proportions.  i don't say that lightly.  for this is a film for a generation that is growing up with nearly unfathomable technical leaps as well as a destabilized climate that will soon make living on earth much harder for humankind.  this is a movie with vision even if i find, for right now, the story a bit less about metaphysics than the first film.  

still, i need to see this movie a second time to properly write about it.  i can only record my first impressions.  and i need to declare my love of denis villeneuve who i think is one of the finest filmmakers of his generation.

as for dystopian visions might i make a suggestion, hollywood?  how about a 21st century revision of soylent green [1973].  that flick scared the shit out of me when i was a wee lad.  remember, it's people!, and tell me if that doesn't pucker your sphincter.  you wanna movie that can scare people regarding climate change?  soylent green is the film to do it. 

Thursday, October 05, 2017

portrait of the poet as an iPhone


on not winning the nobel prize in literature

the nobel prize

The Nobel Prize for Reading
should be awarded to me
I am the ideal reader,
I read everything I get my hands on:

I read street names
and neon signs
bathroom walls
and new price-lists

the police news,
projections for the Derby

and license plates

for a person like me
the word is something holy

members of the jury
what would I gain by lying
as a reader, I am relentless

I read everything -- I don't even skip
the classifieds

of course these days I don't read much
I simply don't have the time
But -- oh man -- what I have read

that's why I'm asking you to give me
the Nobel Prize for Reading
as soon as impossible

-- nicanor parra [antitranslated by liz werner (antipoems: how to look better & feel great; new directions, 2004)]

[by the by, i was hoping the great antipoet would win the nobel prize today.  he didn't; i didn't win either.  let's call the whole thing off]

Wednesday, October 04, 2017

this morning i read a few poems by the great 20th C polish poet zbigniew herbert who lived thru the horrors of WWII, the terror of soviet control & still made poems of great strength & lucidity

i turn to poets & poetry to give me strength, to remind me that i am -- you are -- we are -- human & creatures who share this closed-system little blue planet with fellow creatures

but fuck it too, i've had a hard time writing this past year, writing poems, writing about movies, because the world is shit

climate change is the clincher, how do we create art in a world when our civilizations are in peril & in danger of collapsing, yes, it is the serious & that deadly, we've screwed our home, brother & sisters, & it will only get worse

then when i was feeling my favorite holiday, halloween, on sunday night, when i wrote my first entry in my annual everyday is halloween pieces, a fucking psycho shot over 500 people killing nearly 60 at a concert in las vegas

i'm at a loss, brothers & sisters, i'm at a goddamn loss

i know what herbert would've done, he'd bend his head to his desk, dip his pen in the inkwell, & compose poetry because that is how he lived his life

i've not given up poetry or movies or halloween but i am heartbroken

my friend, john b-r, expressed my feelings better than i could in his piece published a few days ago, I haven't written poetry and this is why 

'I make my poems to save the world. I don't want to save it. Today I root for global warming. I have no words for poetry. I've taken up weaving. Maybe I'll write again, or collage again, if I can figure out how to channel this rage.'

i share with john my love of people along with a hatred of our species

i was born during the summer of love, which is celebrating its 50th anniversary this year, the summer of love was a moment when it appeared we as a species were becoming kinder, loving, better beings then that illusion was shattered against the hard fact of our destructive nature

but i am with john, 'i make poems to save the world', the world cannot be saved & we humans shall perish too perhaps in the ongoing sixth mass extinction

& again, to quote john, 'how to channel my rage' & my horror of our age, i ask how to be like herbert & make an art equal to these times