Happy Halloween

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 infan­ti­lize.

Boo

Peace

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15 Comments

  • that’s some freak stuff. I’
    ve never heard of gorey.

    happy hallo­weeen
    we’re going to stay home to pass out candy and then head to a local wate­rinfg hole for the game.
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  • Whene’er you feel lone­some and daun­ted,
    Just visit a house that’s been haun­ted.
    The swir­ling dead
    Encirc­ling your head
    Should sure make a witch feel wanted.

    WooooOOOO
    Doug´s last blog ..The Refor­ma­tion of Wolfshau­sen

  • Witches and goblins, spooks and elves,
    With spri­tes and gno­mes from elf-land del­ves,
    Tonight are flying here and there,
    Yes, up and down and everywhere.
    For this one night in all the year
    They rule the earth and bring great fear
    To all the naughty little boys
    Who tease good girls and break their toys.

    These spooks they also make girls sad
    When they are sel­fish, cross and bad;
    So when it’s dark, bad boys and maids,
    They see these awful fear­some sha­des,
    And that is why with cove­red heads,
    They trem­bling lie in their warm beds.

    But even there they goblins see,
    Spooks and gno­mes, and all that be
    Abroad upon weird Hallo­ween
    When all the wizards may be seen
    By naughty kids and grown-up folks
    Who like to play most wic­ked jokes.

    But good young girls and gentle boys,
    The kids who are their mothers’ joys
    They like the dark just as the light,
    For spooks never come within their sight,
    And in their dreams they lovely elves
    Show them bright sce­nes from fairy delves.

    So, if tonight you are afraid
    Of any spook or any shade,
    We’ll know you are a naughty child,
    So cross and will­ful, rude and wild.

    ;)

  • Good job I didn’t wear that huge chuc­kie out­fit then…

  • I love the aura around Hallo­ween, the ope­ning of horror movies, the smell of lea­ves, the sha­dows in the woods.

    I’m par­tial to scoby doo.
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  • Wasn’t some of Gorey’s stuff con­si­de­red nur­sery rhy­mish? Pretty ghou­lish stuff for kids.
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  • The fou­lest stench is in the air
    The funk of forty thou­sand years
    And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
    Are clo­sing in to seal your doom
    And though you fight to stay alive
    Your body starts to shi­ver
    For no mere mor­tal can resist
    The evil of the thriller

    (That’s from a rela­ti­vely obs­cure Vin­cent Price mono­lo­gue I once heard.)
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  • Happy bela­ted Hallo­ween Coop.

    I’ve never really cele­bra­ted it much. Gro­wing up we really weren’t allo­wed to. Now that I’m older I can’t say I ever think much about it.
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