Each night father fills me with dread
As he sits at the foot of my bed
I don’t mind that he speaks
In gibbers and squeaks
But for seventeen years he’s been dead.
From The Listing Attic, Edward Gorey. Circa 1954.
For some gory Gorey, see my Compulsions.
Happy Halloween.
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Keep your girl children out of outfits that sexualize, and keep yourself out of outfits that …
The theme on this old school friday is Makes Me Smile.
From the time I was around 9 or 10, thanks to my father’s collection, this has been the one. I’m sure I’ve posted this here before, but it is what it is. It makes me smile.
My First My Last My Everything, Barry White.
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We never really celebrated Halloween when I was a child, at least not the way it is done here. My love of the the frightening and the macabre came not from trick or treating and scary Halloween stories, but from literature. If you’ve been here awhile you know of my love of Poe. I’ve written …