Art/Roots Ashtray Chat

Yes it IS Monday but NO the cosmic chick is NOT going to zap the bad guys with super cosmic love, no she is not, no

Yes, yesterday’s HEXES is still unfinished. Everything is late, yes. If I owe you something, you probably don’t have it. If you were to ask me what time it might be, I would be amazed to report that it is indeed far later than I thought it was. That’s right. Everything’s late. And the Goddess will NOT save my ass, nor yours.

Image: Teresa and mighty Yamato circa 1978 lovingly rendered via


HEXES the sunday spectra

HEXES the sunday spectra 11/27/11

Original Image: Henrietta Hellberg by Lena Modigh for Stockholm Fashion Week Spring/Summer 2011

She by The Devil’s Blood

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An Interview with Elizabeth LeBlanc, 1 of 12 known survivors of Maundbury NH

A popular interpretation of Elizabeth from the 1970s

Elizabeth LeBlanc was 13 yrs old in 1968: she befriended bugs, talked to the dead, and perhaps rose storms.

For years, Elizabeth LeBlanc slept in St. Mary’s Graveyard for the Indigent and was shunned by most residents. She was the 3rd daughter of Gerold (missing) and Karen LeBlanc. Siblings: Patricia (deceased) and Margaret (deceased). There was a very bad night in 1965: the father went missing and the eldest daughters met with tragic death. The mother, Karen, never left the apartment again. Elizabeth became a shadow moppet glimpsed in the corners of Maunbury. She enjoyed regular Maundbury events such as the 4th July fireworks display and the ritual sacrifice of The High Sabbath, where she was often found at the edge of the crowd, grinning under her wild hair, alone but happy. Most residents viewed Elizabeth as a loner. Elizabeth argued the bugs and the ghosts of her dead sisters made excellent company. It was rumored that Elizabeth could raise storms when angered. Such reports have never been substantiated.

Elizabeth in 1968

Everything changed in 1968. The town of Maundbury NH was effectively wiped from the Earth in a single night. Reports and theories of what transpired range from the exotic (satanic cults and otherworldly forces) to the ultra-paranoid (whispers of a top-secret and government-sanctioned obliteration of the town by use of a small tactical nuclear weapon). But by far the most popular theories centered on Elizabeth, her strange abilities, her tragic past. HEXES spoke briefly with the elusive figure in late November 2011.
Elizabeth in 2011
SD: Thank you for meeting with us, Ms LeBlanc.
EL: I didn’t kill my sisters. That’s the story they are selling now, I saw the book and the liars on the television, the filthy book that claims I killed my sisters but I didn’t, it isn’t true, the bugs told me first to pay attention and then they told me to run, to run run run, his bottle and his belt were on the counter and my sisters were giggling and the light in the bathroom was broken again. The bugs told me to run. I ran. I didn’t kill my sisters. The book is a lie.
SD: Are you referring to the recent book on Maundbury by [redacted]? There have been so many books on the subject. But you’ve never come forward.
EL: I still will not speak of 1968, I will not speak of the storms, and  I will not revisit the years I spent in the 1970s as a…  fool.
SD: Well, in 1974 Hunter S. Thompson called you the “rag doll folk heroine of the truly fucked and betrayed, a child with more honor than the whole rotten hive of the United States Government.” Steve Erickson has said that he wanted to dedicate a novel to you, but of course, he dedicates his novels to no one. You were a—
EL: A heroine. Hah. You poor man, you poor simon drax man. I was not a heroine. I was a myth. I was nothing. I was Bigfoot with tits, I was a chick from a UFO, I was a piece of ass with a zipcode from the twilight zone. I do not wish to speak of those days. I want to talk about my sisters. They were terrible to me, you know. My sisters. They were so mean! Quite terrible, actually. But I didn’t kill them. We got along much better after they died.
They were sorry for what they made me, the Child Pariah, but they had no choice, it wasn’t their fault.
The geologic forces of my pathetic parents had already cast me in the role of Pariah well before I was born. No one had any choice! The needs of the family dictated my role. My failures were transcribed before I was born!
I can not weep for that child anymore, the child I used to be, her rages and frustrations and heartbreak. Looking back, I am grateful for the ghosts of my sisters and the company of bugs. That was unexpected. That was unexpected. It saved and damned me. The bugs reawakened for me the possibility of God, briefly. I could be hiding now, somewhere, in the dark, but I chose to come here and speak with you. To tell you about being a sister, and being a Pariah.
The importance of the Pariah to the family unit is never talked about, but I will talk about it now, because you know, the importance of the Pariah can not be overstated. Huh huh huh. That was funny! I can be funny. Funny… Do you think I’m funny?
SD: …
EL: It’s all right. I can be. Funny. But you know what’s funny, my slack-jawed, smoke-stenched friend? How we get caught in the needy mechanics of the human heart. What passes for human, anyway. Huh. I knew fucking dogs with more honor than my father.
He made me a pariah, my father, before I was even born.
My birth messed everything up. Everything was more or less good for my father and my mother and my sisters, the poor angelic twins—until I was born, and then all was bad for the white trash clan Leblanc. All bad. All me. Need I say more?
SD: Yes, please.
SL: It would have broken a heart of stone, it would have driven even a saint insane, the venom they poured daily on the unwanted worm who had spoiled their precious affordable paradise, the little rented apartment with just enough room for the four of them, the still-young lovers! With their two heart-faced daughters! They had a fantasy, they had a dream, it all looked good on paper, they made a church of the rotten little apartment, it was their Eden of peeling paint and leaking pipes and broken windows… and then I was born and screwed everything up. And they let me know, every second of every day of my life.
 —  The HEXES Interview with Elizabeth LeBlanc  —
—  will continue in our next issue  —
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Pariah Synopsis A rousing success at its world premiere at the 2011 Sundance Film Festival, this deeply felt human drama is the feature debut of writer/director Dee Rees. Adepero Oduye portrays Alike (pronounced “ah-lee-kay”), a 17-year-old African-American woman who lives with her parents (Kim Wayans and Charles Parnell) and younger sister (Sahra Mellesse) in Brooklyn’s Fort Greene neighborhood. A gifted student, Alike is quietly but firmly embracing her identity as a lesbian. With the support of her best friend Laura (Pernell Walker), she is especially eager to find a girlfriend. Wondering how much she can confide in her family, Alike strives to get through adolescence with grace, humor, and tenacity.

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Fiction by Catherine Nichols

My sister’s cat was on the bathroom ledge yesterday when he must have lost his footing and fell. Seven stories. Splat. We didn’t know at first. We thought he had gone missing, so we did the usual. Plastered the building with notices. Knocked on neighbors’ doors. It was Delmar’s idea to look in the airshaft between our building and the next. There was Toby. Not much blood, surprisingly, just a thin stream of red trickling from his open mouth.

“Aren’t cats supposed to land on their feet?” my mother asked.

It’s my job to clear and set the table for dinner. Tonight Daisy’s settled there, her schoolbooks spread out over the pale Danish wood. She’s hunched over her notebook, doodling in the margins, her long, wavy hair cast out like a net.

“Move it,” I say.

“In a minute.”

“You never do homework this early.”

“It’s not homework.”

Read the complete story at Monkey Bicycle
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The Amnesiac’s Dream
ghoulnextdoor: A new 8tracks mix | The Amnesiac’s Dream Altered art by Alicia Caudle. Track List: Earthly Heaven, Rachel Grimes | First Fall of Snow, Jeff Scott Townsend | Poudre de Lumière, Julien Boulier | Grief Lessons, Evan Abeel | More than Echoes, Sophie Kazandjian | Possibility In Amnesia, Chris Schlarb | 271210, Antonymes | A Dance for You, Wait by Everything is | Unbraiding the Sun, Goldmund | Memories (Box of Memories), Yoshiyuki Usui
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Image credits: Elizabeth LeBlanc fantasy illustration: Natural Disasters by Lissy Elle | Elizabeth LeBlanc in 2011: Ebrahim Khadem Bayat,  Untitled (26), 1997 | Sisters from Already Gone: Getty
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After the Storm, Samhain, the Harvest, the Feast, and the Zero Moon…

…I want to claim a dark corner and light a single candle. Then wait. For the real dark to pass.

Amazing image brought to you by


Ego’s Spectre

Spectral Illumination by Ego
Moore Inside Out Event
Moore Theatre, Seattle, June 2009

Shot with a Holga 120CFN
Fuji Velvia RVP100F


Ashtray Chat

Moon Destroyers & Doom Moon

The Building of the Moon Destroyers

The Moon Destroyers

The Doom Moon

Happy Thanksgiving. Walk with care this day and night under the Un-Rays of the Zero Moon!

Vintage art by Frank R. Paul | Rigid Airship Construction: 1933 … USS Macon


Art/Roots Ashtray Chat WICKER DALEK

November 23: Happy Birthday, Doctor

“48” is of course better than “900+…”

All pics stolen from Mtimes.


Books Links

Anne McCaffrey, RIP

Some tributes, assembled by Bibliophile Stalker






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HEXES the sunday spectra OWS

HEXES the sunday spectra 11/20/11

Original image: Witch Beats the Devil by Jakob Binck, 1500-1569


A is for Aud Googie by Eric Orchard

B IS FOR BAKE-NEKO by Leah Palmer Preiss

C IS FOR CAIPORA by Kris Jacque

D IS FOR DEMON by Rich Barrett

E IS FOR ERLKING by Becky Munich

And in eager anticipation:


AlphaBeasts is the follow-up collaborative project to the now-completed Animal Alphabet. This time, instead of drawing real animals, we’re drawing fictional ones each week–one for each letter of the alphabet. On the first day (Monday, October 17th) everyone will draw beasts beginning with the letter “A.” The following Monday, everyone will draw beasts that begin with “B.” Rinse and repeat…

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Anthony Burgess Unearthed

A greatly expanded slang lexicon for the delinquent droogs of the novel A Clockwork Orange has been unearthed in a vast archive of the work and life of Anthony Burgess held in Manchester, alongside the libretto and score of an unseen opera about Leon Trotsky, and the script for an unmade TV series about Attila the Hun.

In preparation for next year’s 50th anniversary of his notorious novel, one of the most controversial modern works in the English language, the small team at the International Anthony Burgess Foundation have been working to organise and catalogue hundreds of papers, letters and original compositions, ready for an influx of international visitors.

The extraordinary resource, which has been left to the foundation by Burgess’s widow Liana, is newly housed in a renovated building in a regenerated area of the city and is a bulging testament to the writer’s prolific literary and musical talent. Already, gems unearthed in the archive have provided musical material for a series of concerts and for an operatic version of A Clockwork Orange that had its first studio performance at Manchester University last week. A play about the life of Napoleon will have its premiere on BBC Radio next year.


more via The Guardian | The Observer

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3 Weird Girls, 3 Weird Mixes

erupting light by adaysaved

Nine tracks including music by Julia KentDustin O’Halloran, and Hildur Guðnadóttir.

The eruption of melancholy beauty.

some sort of ritual by lau

Still from La Jetée (1962). The last little bit of frenchness is dedicated to Chris March. What a brilliant mind.

A glimpse of light, a phantom’s flight by ghoulnextdoor

Image: Bird of Death Dream (1953) / Laughlin, Clarence John Fifteen tracks including music by Björk, Blouse, and Chelsea Wolfe.

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The Frank Miller Show

On November 7, Frank Miller wrote on his blog:

Everybody’s been too damn polite about this nonsense:

The “Occupy” movement, whether displaying itself on Wall Street or in the streets of Oakland (which has, with unspeakable cowardice, embraced it) is anything but an exercise of our blessed First Amendment. “Occupy” is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America.

“Occupy” is nothing short of a clumsy, poorly-expressed attempt at anarchy, to the extent that the “movement” – HAH! Some “movement”, except if the word “bowel” is attached – is anything more than an ugly fashion statement by a bunch of iPhone, iPad wielding spoiled brats who should stop getting in the way of working people and find jobs for themselves.

This is no popular uprising. This is garbage. And goodness knows they’re spewing their garbage – both politically and physically – every which way they can find.

Wake up, pond scum. America is at war against a ruthless enemy.

Maybe, between bouts of self-pity and all the other tasty tidbits of narcissism you’ve been served up in your sheltered, comfy little worlds, you’ve heard terms like al-Qaeda and Islamicism.

And this enemy of mine — not of yours, apparently – must be getting a dark chuckle, if not an outright horselaugh – out of your vain, childish, self-destructive spectacle.

In the name of decency, go home to your parents, you losers. Go back to your mommas’ basements and play with your Lords Of Warcraft.

Or better yet, enlist for the real thing. Maybe our military could whip some of you into shape.

They might not let you babies keep your iPhones, though. Try to soldier on.




Reaction to Mr. Miller was swift!

“Dear Frank,
I used to be your biggest fan.
You’re now dead to me.”

— Daniel Calvisi, comments

That’s a pretty good comment to grab, I think. Also, it was right on top. Seriously: that comment is fairly emblematic for a large contingency of wounded comic book mamma boys who’d just been punched in the stomach by their mean-but-cool older brother whom they adored and worshiped, mighty Frank. Yep, the prick suckered this mamma boy so hard that when I read this shit, when I read Frank’s words on Nov 12 via bleeding cool, why, I couldn’t believe it! Oh, it was just awful.

A punch to the gut, a betrayal from fucking nowhere. Well, maybe not nowhere. We all knew Frank was pretty tightly wound. But man, the howls of outrage were intense. Everybody hated Frank anyway. Now everyone had a damn good excuse to air some righteous Miller hate. [All lifted from BLEEDING COOL]

Gary Erskine – Frank Miller is encouraging the Occupy movement to enlist ‘for the real thing’? Maybe he should show them by example then? Will Eisner did.

Ron Perazza – Thinking back on it, Frank Miller’s writing is filled with the glorification of right wing militant politics. Shame his reality is the same.

PJ Holden – Man, Frank Miller is really working that right wing loon persona.Move over Colbert, Miller’s bringing crazy to a whole new level!

Jeff Parker – I guess Frank Miller now relates everything to the War on Terror even though that’s not what Occupy is about:

Kieron Gillen – Crikey. That’s quite the blog post.

Jamie McKelvie – I’m pretty sure Frank Miller will soon become too crazy to be able to type, and then we won’t have to read his bullshit anymore.

John Layman – I bet Frank Miller wouldn’t talk shit about World of Warcraft if he knew how uber my blood elf warlock Jamesbucket is!

Cully Hamner: I think Frank Miller saw them filming the giant fight scene for Dark Knight Rises in NY & confused it for #OWS. No wonder he was pissed…!

Erik Larsen – Dear Frank Miller what those on Occupy Wall Street want is simple–for the rich to pay their fare share of taxes. Is that so wrong?

Gail Simone: is a great link if you like absolute bullshit.

Tim Seeley: Frank Miller is what happens when fear overrides rational thought. Anything he doesn’t understand is evil & full of rapists.

Pia Guerra: Frank Miller wants Occupiers to enlist for the “real thing”. You mean like this guy?

Joe Keatinge: Come on, guys, let’s focus on what’s important: what does Frank Miller think of Red Hulk?

Joe Hill: I just don’t expect that from a guy who wrote YEAR ONE, the best cape comic ever: a work of careful thought, psychological nuance, beauty.

And then there were the comics.

Yes, it’s all riotous. But I would like to close out “The Frank Miller Show” with a few words from Mark Millar, who more or less nails it for me; Millar, a “fan of Frank Miller, has some things to say about the reaction from some to Frank Miller’s recent blog post.” He writes on Millarworld;

It’s strange to watch your favourite writer getting strips torn off him for a couple of days.

Politically, I disagree with his analysis, but that’s besides the point. I wasn’t shocked by his comments because they’re no different from a lot of commentators I’ve seen discussing the subject. What shocked me was the vitriol against him, the big bucket of shit poured over the head by even fellow comic-book creators for saying what was on his mind.

Obviously, it’s within their rights to exercise the First Amendment as much as it was within Frank’s to make the original point. But there’s something so distasteful about that cyber-mob mentality that revolts me. It’s not just that I like the guy, that his body of work is among the best the industry has ever seen. It’s the GLEE I’m seeing from some people and, worse, the calls I’ve seen to boycott his work because his perspective on a point differs from yours and mine.

I’m reminded of the time, in the heated period leading up to the Gulf War, when over a thousand people signed a cyber-petition to have me fired from Marvel because I disagreed with the war in Iraq as a response to 9/11. Bill Jemas, quite bravely, bounced this back saying that one of the things he liked about America is that you can say what you like without fear that you’re going to lose your job. Liberalism doesn’t mean throwing guys in jail who DISAGREE with your liberalism. It means accepting that society is richer when everybody has a voice. Starting economic sanctions against a writer until they shut up and agree with you is horrific.

I dunno. I just hate a mob. I think it demeans us. I also hate a bandwagon and would urge my fellow left-wing readers to boycott Miller no less than HP Lovecraft, Steve Ditko, David Mamet or any other writer who might not share my personal philosophy, but who’s work I’m happy to have on my shelves.

— Mark Millar

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Fri, 18 November 2011

SPEKTRMODULE by Warren Ellis


Fire Axes In Space

38 minutes and 11 seconds

A collection of music I like and random thoughts in the week of the collection’s construction

1.  logotone

2.  “Sea Of Rains” –  United Bible Studies  (album: “The Lunar Observatory”)

3.  “Crypticism” – Lee Noble (album: “Horrorism”) (other work at Bandcamp)

4.  “AIUIA (apparently blast knot tangle)” – RxRy

5.  Me.  Recorded on phone.  I’m fine with degraded audio for spoken pieces.

6.  “Sofia” – A Grave With No Name  (album: “Mountain Debris”) (comes up a bit loud)

7.  “Elq Milq” – Black Moth Super Rainbow & The Octopus Project (album: “The House of Apples & Eyeballs”)

8.  “Baby Don’t Go” – Dum Dum Girls (album: “I Will Be”)

9.  “Rainbow Illness” – Wolves In The Throne Room (album: “Celestial Lineage”)

10.  “Du Meine Leise / Altmix” – Gregor Samsa (album: “Over Air”)

11.  Me again.

12.  “Sunrise in the Third System” – Tangerine Dream (album: “Alpha Centauri”)

13.  “Viking 1” – Moondog  (album:”Moondog: The Viking of 6th Avenue”)

14.  “Song About a Bird, excerpt” – Gizra People: Traditional Song from New Guinea (album: “Global Celebration: Earth Spirit (Cycles Of Nature)”)

15.  Me again.

16.  “Downtown” – Cosmic Jokers  (album: “Gilles Zeitschiff”)

17.  “‡◊‡” –    Modern Witch    (album: “Beko Box 1”)

18.  “UFO End Titles Theme” – Barry Gray

19.  logotone

Direct download: spkmdl01.mp3
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One week after attending NY Public Library gala, Bloomberg destroys #OWS library containing honorees’ books (and his own)

 — boingboing

A woman is blasted with pepper spray during Occupy protests in Portland Thursday. (Randy L. Rasmussen,The Oregonian)

Occupy Wall Street Protesters walk to Brooklyn Bridge after a rally in Foley Square In New York City on November 17, 2011. Multiple protests took place in Manhattan throughout the day on the 60 day anniversary of the Occupy Wall Street Movement. UPI/John Angelillo
But this is the best video. If you haven’t seen it yet, watch the entire clip, watch it all the way to the end. Not “extraordinary.” Real.
Art/Roots Ashtray Chat Music

Friday Night Trailers (and Songs and Pictures and Words) > it’s gonna be organic

The immensely somewhat disappointing first look at the forthcoming new YAMATO incarnation in 2012!

Florence + the Machine, No Light, No Light 

Oh Shit, I Nearly Forgot

Three years. Eat that, bastards.

The Fire Goddess

The Reefer Girl and the Mystery of the Paintings

Painting by Rudy Nappi

One of those paintings is a copy of the other! But why? What’s the (potentially) fascinating back story behind these two pieces of art? Man, the crap one could get away with before the internet!



In other news…

…surprising forward movement on Wicker Dalek! Today, yes. On the day of action, how bout that. Since mid-afternoon I’ve been storming around hissing “Finally!” and “About friggin’ time!” but really, once I calmed down I realized, hey, we skipped a step. We are now with editorial. At least, we are now, once I removed all the curses and stupid American slang and such, and after I jotted together a Who-centric Drax bio, which is actually quite poignant in its…. 92 words. On this day of action. oh man. I need food. And I still have to take my daughter to the midnight premiere of that FUCKING KISSY POO VAMPIRE MOVIE…

Ah. So let’s all enjoy the Wicker Dalek Mix again. Because it’s “so good.”