Sunday, April 23, 2017

only 12 copies left

There are just 12 remaining copies of this magnificent edition of Poe available at Centipede Press. http://www.centipedepress.com -- an edition limited to 500 copies and featuring an Introduction by ye book's editor, S. T. Joshi. It's a massive 800-page, low-cost edition of Poe's finest fiction, with ribbon marker, head and tail bands, cloth binding, with an embossed Poe signature on ye front board. Inside one finds several photographs of Poe, Layout is attractive and text is easy to read.

Even if ye have an old edition of Poe in some dusty pocket of your grim and ghastly chamber, this edition is worth getting, especially at this low price. Although quick thick in size, the tome is not overly weighty and I find it easy to hold as I peruse ye Contents. This is a series of books from Centipede Press that concentrates on whut S. T. considers classics of supernatural fiction, from such early tales as "Metzengerstein" and "Berenice" to masterworks such as "Ligeia" and "The Fall of the House of Usher." Ye jacket is printed on a very sturdy stock and features a photo on the inside-back flap that I don't recall having seen--a rather intense-looking Poe, as if he has been dwelling on dark matters. I have been obsess'd with Poe ever since I first read him (in junior high school) and sat bewitch'd at cinemas watching ye Roger Corman films. Poe haunts much of my fiction, and actually appears as a character in ye novel I penned with David Barker, Witches in Dreamland.



Wednesday, April 19, 2017

H. P. LOVECRAFT'S "THE SHADOW OUT OF TIME" -part one



Let's see if this light blue text on black background works. Oh, yes, easy to read. Strangely, of late I've been missing my ability to record videos on YouTube. I used to be able to go and record/download directly there, but they've changed ye system and made it too difficult for computer-clueless goons like me to easily recird video blogs. Doing videos there was a great outlet for my exhibitionist proclivities and my love of wearing bizarre makeup. 

Things here are slow-going. I'm trying to work up ye energy to begin writing a non-Lovecraftian yarn for one of S. T.'s forthcoming anthologies--but I'm finding it difficult to enter into ye writing zone, to think like a writer and actually begin to weave a story in my head. My first "draft", so to speak, is always a mental outline, where I brood on an idea and try to dream a story in vague inner visuals. I usually don't have a lot of writing energy until I begin to work on a new book--& then I become obsessive and write furiously. But I simply can't begin to work on any new book, or begin to shape what such a book wou'd consist of, what will be its theme or plot motif. This doesn't feel like writer's block--it feels like boredom.

One rather surprising aspect of not writing is that I am feeling very little in the way or beginning work on a book of stories in the Clark Ashton Smith tradition. I wou'd have thought that Smith's fiction, whut I adore, wou'd certainly inspire a new fictive direction and fresh new work--but I simply don't know where to begin inye writing of such tales. In a way, this is a good sign--it's difficult to begin because I'm really trying to do something "different" and "new" compar'd to my old Lovecraftian work. 

I'm not stressing too much about not writing because I have two new books forthcoming--perhaps both to be publish'd this year. They are both utterly Lovecraftian, one being a novel written in collaboration with David Barker and set entirely in Lovecraft's dreamalnds; & ye other being a new, massively-illustrated edition of my finest newer work (stuff that I've written in ye past decade). I think as ye time of publication for those books draws nearer I'll begin to feel that aesthetic fit that results in new stories. 

Hope this finds ye well, my ducks.


Monday, April 17, 2017

new stuff

I cannot now remember if I mention'd in any earlier blog ye new Lovecraftian anthology, The Children of Gla'aki, edited by Brian M. Sammons & Glynn Owen Barrrass for Darl Regions Press. The book contains all-original stories--with ye exception of Ramsey Campbell's "The Inhabitant of the Lake," in which he introduced Gla'aki--by authors such as Orrin Grey, Tom Lynch, Tim Curran, John Langan, Thana Niveau, and many others. My own tale is a wee thing of 2,200 words, in which I bring ye eidolon of this great old one to a lake in Sesqua Valley. I wou'd never have written such a tale if I had not been invited to this anthology, so my story came as a nice surprise to me. 

I have been feeling an ache to write some new Sesqua stories, but writing is bloody difficult these days. I had to bow out of an anthology of stories tied to "Pickman's Model"--I just couldn't come up with an idea, perhaps because I had so thoroughly explor'd the theme in ye story I wrote for S. T.'s forthcoming anthology, The Red Brain. I have agreed to write a new weird tale for a non-Lovecraftian book that S. T. has started to work on--and hopefully because my tale will not be Lovecraftian I can come up with an original and interesting idea. 

Here's some old videos I did concerning ye creation of Sesqua.


Saturday, April 1, 2017

Re: The Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen



Sometimes I miss ye exhibitionist thrill of recording videos on YouTube, where they changed their policy so that one can no longer record vids directly at ye site. I used YouTube in a number of ways, moftly to review books or plug my own writing. YouTube was like a filmed journal, and I sometimes go back and watch my old videos so as to remember aspects of my past. Because I have, since childhood, had a "thing" about makeup and dressing up, recording my own video blogs gave me a superb outlet for creating weird looks. I've mellow'd a lot with old age, & now I rarely take the trouble to do makeup (it can be a lot of work, and I'm lazy...). There was a time, decades ago, when I wouldn't leave the house unless I was completely made up in punk drag. Influenced by Quentin Crisp, I felt a need to "announce to the world" what I was, shew yem ye essence of my transvestite soul. Then I realized that "the world" couldn't care less.