January 2011
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Abnormal: The Sinema of Nick Zedd (2001) →
A frame from “Ecstasy in Entropy,” a film by Nick Zedd. “Any film that doesn’t shock isn’t worth looking at,” Nick Zedd wrote in the Cinema of Trangression Manifesto. Are Zedd’s…
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A Word Fugitive →
The Atlantic Monthly used to run a column called “Word Fugitives,” where writers and readers would come together to find or create words describing something or other, often an idea or feeling…
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Ten Haikus About Something Painful
1. In the empty time from which come no songs, no gods not even stories 2. The spider-ghosts move not-dead and not-living things hanging from the stars 3. Pools of ink and light Frozen yellow boxed-in flames Eye-squares square the sky 4. Spider-ghost returns taking on the forms of gods threads through spinning eyes 5. The edges devour the center of the painting leaving a...
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“Vodka is a very deceptive drink, because you drink it and you think, “What...”
– Dylan Moran
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ListenAn 8-bit remix of “Telephone.”
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Schmoedipus (Davis, 1974) →
Anna Cropper and Tim Curry in Schmoedipus. BBC’s Play for Today ran from 1970 to 1984. Each program lasted fifty to 100 minutes and told a self-contained, “kitchen-sink” story. Stage…
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“A mental mindfuck can be nice”
– Frank N. Furter
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Deserted by Madison Cawein
THE old house leans upon a tree Like some old man upon a staff: The night wind in its ancient porch Sounds like a hollow laugh. The heaven is wrapped in flying clouds As grandeur cloaks itself in gray: The starlight flitting in and out, Glints like a lanthorn ray. The dark is full of whispers. Now A fox-hound howls: and through the night, Like some old ghost from out its grave, The moon comes...
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