Friday, September 30, 2011

Panem October Error Message

So, I was trying to log into Panem October* for the big unveiling of their site, along with 54,000 other district members*. And I recieved this error message:

Sorry, District Three*!! had we known, we would have tried to do this in a more democratic fashion! Wait a minute...we're an oligarchy, not a democracy...

*For an explanation of Panem October, click this link.
* I'm in District Eleven.
*For an explanation of District Three, District Eleven and The Hunger Games, click this link.*
*If that link was too much for you, click this link. It's a CNN article for newcomers to the Hunger Games!

That's enough footnotes for now...

Author Ransom Riggs' book trailer to Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

Ransom Riggs, the author of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, is a pretty busy guy. not only did he contact found-photography collectors to ask permission to use their photos in his book, he filmed a book trailer as well. For shots for this trailer, he travelled to Belgium to film the interiors of abandoned houses. Here is the trailer:

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children

    Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children, the book's cover read in wavery chalkboard style letters.  I stared at the faintly Gothic photograph that made up the cover. A young girl in a paper crown and a melancholy expression floated a foot above the ground. Behind her, skeletal trees stood tall. Intrigued, I opened up the book and began to read.

    Six-year old Jacob Portman is enraptured by his grandfather's stories of a magical home where children with peculiar powers lived.
Ten years later, Jacob still longs for his grandfather's stories to take him away from a seemingly inescapable fate of working in the family-owned drugstore for the rest of his life. It appears that crafting the Empire State building from diapers is the closest he'll ever get to seeing faraway places.
   But when something attacks and kills Jacob's grandpa in the woods outside his home, everything changes. Jacob spotted the monster that took his grandfather's life, and it's a demon straight from his long ago bedtime stories. His parents' response is to take him to see a psychiatrist, but Jacob convinces his doctor to let him visit Wales, the place where his grandfather's stories took place.

And while he's there, he discovers that the monsters aren't the only things of his grandfather's stories that are true.

For me, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children was a quick read. There's a pervading sense of urgency and immediacy that flavours the novel. The monsters are just shocking enough that you won't want to read this book alone at midnight, but not so shocking that you can't read it at, say, ten o'clock. The pictures scattered though the book are all found photography, and lend an air of antiquity and sadness to the novel. They, and the spotless prose, make this book well-worth a read.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

white vertigo

picture source

my head is pounding
along with my heart
and my skin is clammy-cold when I wake

'just jump it's not
too far it's easy'
(in the nighmares it is always easy)

and while the clouds
whirl below me
the rock at the edge of the gap

gives way and gripping
bootlessly at the
clouds i plummet on and on forever

then i stumble into the
bathroom splash water on my face
(and the tiles refuse to line up in orderly rows)

but dance before my bleary
eyes perhaps it is vertigo
from all that falling or perhaps it's just old tears

i paint a galaxy on my fingernails
from a bottle small enough to swallow
and go to sleep in sheets as white as clouds

in the morning the sky is an unblemished treasure vault
for the golden sun and the clouds have burned away

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

sensory overload

the ant on the ceiling
makes spirals as i lie awake
the ant is never still, never still

the pillbugs under the leaves
at the bottom of the garden are always
digging their pale pale feet never still, never still

the bees in the cabbage roses
throb in throb out of the fleshy petals
their tiny bodies blurring never still, never still

the wasps in the ivy
needle waists and bulbous rear ends
and dagger wings that buzz black never still, never still

and the beetles in the walls
keep beating like a heart
a heart that will never still, never still

Sunday, September 4, 2011

song for owlets in a tumbledown house

in a tumbledown house
in a tumbledown loft
three owlets wait

fierce wonders

their tuberous eyes widen
reflecting the near-full moon
as red as a cup of wine

pulsing like a beating heart

shadow obscures the moon
folds her broad wings about the nest
and lowers three stiff mice in

the owlets tear them apart and fight over the brains

mother watches proudly
their sharp beaks, sharp talons
will do them good

when the time comes for flight

and hunting
swooping through the gloaming
on down-edged wings

to bury their claws in prey

soon the time will come
so very soon
she will teach them

to fly to the rim of night

and skim along the edge of tomorrow.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

My Peg Doll costume from Dr Who

Well, tonight the next Doctor Who episode aired. It featured some very disturbing dolls.

But before I watched the episode, I dressed up.

Me as a peg doll!

I got the entire costume together in about twenty minutes. The makeup took up three-fourths of the time - I used aloe, then covered it with baby powder for a distressed look. Then I used eyebrow pencil on my eyelids to make them dark, like the dolls' eyes.

It was fun to lurch around with my eyes closed and scare people.