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EDITED TO ADD: I SPENT TWO HOURS ON THIS DAMN POST… ON A BLACKBERRY. YES, THE BIG STORM POST WILL COME.

New Moon, “Doubt and other things”

Luna

Elihu Vedder, from Doubt and other things, Boston, 1922.

(Source: archive.org)

via oldbookillustrations

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Zero Moon, Earthshine

Photo by Jeffrey Sullivan

Thanks to Hubert Motley, Jr.

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“Long Road to the Far North”

“Back in Kusatsu, we explored the temple at the top of town and the little abandoned-looking cemetery. There was also a monument to Kobayashi Issa, one of my favorite haiku poets. We got our mushroom tempura again and then…perhaps…we found ourselves drifting towards the purse shop and maybe one of us got a slightly more affordable wine-colored purse with a clever looking bird on it and the other of us got a new belt…just to make up for the goblin pushing me into the boiling stream.”

A lovely travel piece through an autumn-draped Japan at

Chrysanthemum Hours

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Late Night Flares

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A new 8tracks mix | “Denn die Todten reiten Schnell.” 
Artwork based on William Max Miller’s “Lenore”

“For the Dead travel fast”, the last in a series of 5.
(Previously: One | Two | Three | Four)

Track list:

1 Orville Stoeber/Walter Sear (Let’s Scare Jessica to Death) | Introducing Vanessa Buren, James Bernard (From “The Legend Of The 7 Golden/The Hammer Vampire Collection) | Jack Tells a Story (Part I,) Elmer Bernstein (An American Werewolf in London) | Jack Tells a Story (Part II), Elmer Bernstein (An American Werewolf in London) | Gramophone Lullaby, Marco Beltrami (Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark) |  Candles for Christine, Pino Donaggio (Don’t Look Now) | Audrey Rose, Michael Small (Audrey Rose) | The Book of Evil, Joseph Lo Duca (Evil Dead 2) | You’re Just What I’ve Been Looking For (Angela’s Theme), Frankie Vinci (Sleepaway Camp) | “Ménage a Trois,” Daktari Lorenz (Nekromantik) | The Ossuary, Manuel De Sica (Cemetery Man) | The End, John Murphy (The Last House On The Left) |

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Can You Believe Somebody Made a Movie About this Guy?

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A Vote for Goblinfruit is a Vote for Truth, Beauty, and Bunnies

Carisa says,

I have decided to participate in 3rd Ward’s open call for artists, a gallery/workshop/artist space which promotes up and coming artists. One grand prize winner wins a solo show, and the People’s Choice award is also up for grabs. Take a look, and if you enjoy my work, throw a vote my way… I’d really appreciate it! Voting for People’s Choice ends October 28th. No need to log in or create an account.
Thank you!

GO VOTE

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and finally

HALLOWEEN HELL TRACK GEEK AUDIO FEST

(Hey, that’s Bob Larkin!)

DOWNLOAD HERE

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Six Days to Samhain!

Vampirella drawn by Terese Nielsen

Site//Deviantart

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Have You Visited Maundbury Lately?

Strangeness, archived, alive, and growing. Go there. Maundbury wiki.

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HEXES the sunday spectra 10/23/11

R E Q U I E M      F O R     A     B L A C K     C A T

My beloved and ancient black cat Flood died in June. He was about 18 years old, the longest-lived cat that I ever knew. Flood’s death was hardly unexpected, but it was still pretty sad. I had spent more than a third of my life with that damn cat. Flood and I had lived together in five separate locations—four apartments and one house—and he had shared his feline dominion of those various homes with a total of 8 other cats. (Human total, 6.)  And through it all Flood had been a steadfast familiar, staring out at danger and terror and uncertainty from the safety of the shadow he always found, his eyes wild and huge and unblinking, his poor coward’s heart pounding and pounding in the dark, my poor Flood. The killer black cat that slew all the human women and rattled every nervous child who crossed his path was in reality just a big pussy, he was a real ‘fraidy cat, my Flood.

It was okay. I kept his secret for the most part, I played down his cowardice. I nodded to the slain women who affectionately stroked him and told the hesitant children that yes, Flood is wonderful and friendly and so good with people but often I wished he were just a bit more Black Panther than Cowardly Lion. The fucking Black Cat was afraid of the dark.

“So what’s so terrifying?” I asked him. “What’s out there in the dark?” Everything Flood purred bugs ghosts sounds wind birds smells and other cats, mostly. He purred, he slept. Fucking cat. Some sidekick he was.

So I taught Flood a trick so he would always have a safe perch. I would hoist him to one shoulder and he would grab hold, catch his balance, and sort of sling-grip himself across my shoulders. I could get up, walk across the room, take a piss, come back, light a cigarette, etc, and Flood would still be sitting on my shoulders, digging in with his claws, sure, but purring loudly, oh yeah, he was getting to ride the smokey giant. This started when Flood was a kitten and continued for many years; I hadn’t performed this “trick” with Flood all that much in the last five, and in the final months of his life I had begun to lament that I did not have easy access to a photograph of Flood on my shoulders. (By the time he was 18 years old I would be damned if I would stage one with his old bones.) Anyway, this is a panel by Bernie Wrightson from Poe’s THE BLACK CAT, and Flood and I looked something like this:

Flood wasn’t a total wimp. He got turned on by spectacular escapes for purposes of exploration. In his prime he could leap like a goddamn mountain lion, long black flash sailing through the air. And he could charm everyone, the fuzzy black bastard. All except one person! My son, Damien. He was not crazy about Flood, oh no. Damien was not.

Flood stands guard over Damien

Damien didn’t like being rubbed or touched by Flood. Poor kid. The smallest and youngest need someone to kick. Anyway. As Flood grew weak in his final weeks, Damien often asked me what Flood would look like in the ground, once he was dead, as Damien was aware via my gently shared plans that we would take care of Flood until he was gone, and then we would have a funeral for him in the woods, with a grave so he and Dakota might visit Flood whenever they wished. “But what will he look like in the ground?” This satisfied him, sort of:

Then, Flood died.

Three Feet Down, Maybe

So Long, Buddy

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So it’s all done, and the kids and the Warrior Woman go back to the house but I am hanging graveside for a bit, hanging with Flood, now a true ghost and shadow cat. The cross thing was a happy accident from the pieces of broken paving donated by my neighbor, THE CROSS was a touch the kids appreciated. I was more concerned about the stones preventing animals from digging up my poor cat. And speak of the devil, there came the crunch of an animal in the woods as I stood by Flood’s grave. It was a deer, circling around. Deer are very common where I live, so the moment didn’t bowl me over with “magic,” as in, “and oh, the animals of the forest came to pay their respect to noble Flood,” or some such nonsense. No, it was a goddamn deer crunching around in the woods, and I stood by my dead cat’s grave and smoked my cigarette and waited for the deer to go away.

It didn’t go away. It kept circling closer, closer. So I thought, Fuck it, take a picture.

Nothing, not even close, except for that last one. That little bright spot is the doe’s eye, looking at me. She kept nosing closer and closer and so yeah finally, it was weird. “Is this the spirit that has been chasing my poor cat his whole life?” I said out loud. “Is this it?” I asked Flood. “This the creep?”

Flood didn’t seem to think so. He had been so tired.  It seemed ok. The black cat was finally not afraid.

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Text © Simon Drax

Image Credits

Cover Illustration by Audrey May Erickson | Black Cat posters and Bernie Wrightson illustration via Golden Age Comic Book Stories | Cat Skeleton by Alisongrl | All other photographs by the author

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A Darker Shade of Pagan 10/23/11

Pagan sounds from the underground!

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The Machine in The Garden – Metallic
Collide – Bending and Floating
Soriah with Ashkelon Sain – Amochantzinco
Faith and Disease – Marie Don’t Sleep In Your Makeup
Atrium Animae – Lacrimosa Dies
Hekate – Seelenreise
Arcana – Autumnal
The Spiritual Bat – Thunderstorm
Religious to Damn – Serpent Song

You can also listen to this show on the Pagan Radio Network!

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Image:  Natalia Kills, Mirrors (2010) via flickr

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Christen Lien, “Unabi”

“Unabi” from Vol.I: BATTLE CRY by Christen Lien

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