Friday, October 13, 2017

Poe-try Friday

Today's instalment of Blog-o-Ween is simply a little fragment of verse, from an eleventh-grader who has OD'd on Edgar A.

It's an in medias res situation: You're waking up from a nightmare, no doubt caused by uneasy grief after your loved one's death.

I know not on what ground my feet are resting;
   I recognize not the air my nostrils embrace:
All is, and shall be, darkness, divesting
   My soul from all affiliation with the human race.
And so, with cautious movement, my hands begin questing
And, after interminable time, find a resting-
   Place ---
Upon my lover's inert, lifeless face.

You tell me.  Did the narrator kill her in a sleepwalking daze?  Did she die of Scarlet Fever after he failed to bring the doctor in time?  Did she fall into a booby-trap which he had set to catch somebody trying to harm her?

Your guess is as good as mine.

See you on Monday! 
Head on over to Spock’s Record Round-Up for musical fun during its Spooky Spock-Tober!

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

More Topps Monster Laughs

ABOVE:  This is how I feel, most of the spring / summer / fall months

See you on Friday with a brief Halloween ditty.  Tomorrow, Thursday, head on over to Spock’s Record Round-Up for musical fun during its Spooky Spock-Tober!

Monday, October 09, 2017

From a 1976 National Lampoon: The Genius of Gahan Wilson

In the  National Lampoon of the mid-1970s, Gahan Wilson had a wonderful strip called "Nuts," in which a little boy with social anxiety is just trying to figure things out.  In other words, he was a lot like me!

These pages are from the September, 1976 issue:

Such indeed in tone were my childhood Halloween memories ...

See you on Wednesday!  Now hurry over the the Record Round-Up to see what's on tap for today's instalment of Spooky Spock-Tober!
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