“The artists who wish to mature late, who feel too old to die …”

It is by a blend of lively curiosity and intelligent selfishness that the artists who wish to mature late, who feel too old to die, the Goethes, Tolstoys, Voltaires, Titians and Verdis, reach a fruitful senescence. They cannot afford to associate with those who are burning themselves up or preparing for a tragedy or whom melancholy has marked for her own. Not for them the accident-prone, the friend in whom the desire for self-destruction keeps blistering out in broken legs or threatening them in anxiety-neuroses. Not for them the drumming finger, the close-cropt nail, the chewed glasses, the pause on the threshold, the wandering eye, or the repeated “um” and “er.”

— Cyril Connolly, Enemies of Promise, 1938

 

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“The Writer” will appear at Every Writer!

I’m honored to share here that Every Writer has selected one of my poems, “The Writer,” for publication.  Editor Richard Edwards passed the news along to me this morning.  Every Writer is one of the oldest comprehensive resources for writers on the net, and I’m grateful to Mr. Edwards for allowing me to join the creative community there.

I’ll post a link here when the poem appears.

 

 

“Wild Life — The National Parks Preserve All Life,” Frank S. Nicholson, 1940

Silkscreen color print on posterboard.  Works Progress Administration.

I’ve got these guys running all over my neighborhood after dark every night.  (I’m referring to deer — not staffers for the pre-WWII Works Progress Administration.)

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Eye like puns.

Gnat really loving these bugs flying into my eyes.

You see what I did there?

God DAMN, I’m brilliant. This is why I will inevitably be recognized as one of the 21st Century’s literary lions. I won’t forget where I came from, though. I’m taking all of you WITH me. Mark my words.

 

 

A review of “Us” (2019)

“Us” (2019) passes the litmus test for a good horror movie — it is genuinely scary, thanks largely to Jordan Peele’s terrific directing and its cast’s immense talents.  Lupita Nyong’o shines the most here; she gives a tour-de-force performance in the dual role of both a terrified woman and her savage, homicidal doppleganger.  (If you’ve seen the trailer for “Us,” you know it portrays a nuclear family of four being assailed by their mysterious, murderous lookalikes.)  Shahadi Wright Joseph is also especially good, in the dual role as both the family’s traumatized daughter and her cherubic-yet-stabbity twin.  This is a creative horror film with excellent shooting and imagery, and I’d rate it an 8 out of 10.

I don’t know that everyone will enjoy the film as I did, as I don’t think it is perfect.  Its overlong third act is easily its weakest, when the traditional cat-and-mouse horror-movie antics eventually take a back seat to the film’s key reveals.  We do get an explanation for the clone-tastic shenanigans in “Us,” even if it isn’t altogether satisfying. There is actually an extensive fantasy/sci-fi backstory that Peele has prepared, and which I will not spoil here.

But I do think that many viewers would enjoy the story more without it, as I think I would have.  The movie’s key reveals are implausible and slightly befuddling at first, and then grow preposterous in the viewer’s mind the more that he or she thinks about them.  They’re presented a bit ploddingly, too, in a film that feels maybe 20 minutes too long.  As good as it was, “Us” would have been a more entertaining film if it had left the genesis of its strange events a mystery.  If it had been presented as a simple, violent parable about the id, for example, it would appeal to a far wider audience and might approach the status of a horror classic, as Peele’s outstanding “Get Out” did in 2017.

But that isn’t what Peele wanted.  The friend with whom I watched “Us” last night sent me a great March 22 article by Aja Romano at Vox that admirably breaks down the movie’s ending.  Peele indeed had a more detailed and thoughtful message than a general statement about mankind’s duality.  Long story short — the movie’s mythology might not make a lot of practical sense, but it makes a lot of sense thematically.  There is some intelligent social messaging here, even if it isn’t perfectly delivered.  It helps if you think of “Us” as a surreal horror story instead of a realistic one.  I found that I liked the ending much more after reading this, and you might too.

One more note — this is the first time I’ve seen Elizabeth Moss on screen.  (She’s in a surprisingly hilarious supporting role here; I think most readers of this blog will recognize her as the protagonist of Hulu’s adaptation of “The Handmaid’s Tale.”)  She’s got great comic timing, and she’s absolutely magnetic.  People keep telling me that I should watch “The Handmaid’s Tale;” maybe I really am overdue for that.

 

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Illustration of a rabbit from “Where to Spend a Half-Holiday … Illustrated,” 1890

“‘Where to spend a Half-Holiday. One hundred and eighty pleasant walks around Bradford … Illustrated.”  Brear & Co.

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“Better to write for yourself and have no public …”

“Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.”

— Cyril Connolly, The New Statesman, 1933

 

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Cover to “Avengers” #196, George Perez, 1980

Marvel Comics.

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So I’m a meme now.

I was joking around about boycotts on Facebook today, and one of my friends made this.  I don’t think I’ve ever actually participated in a boycott.  They often seem to me to be an attempt at a de facto suppression of speech.  I don’t know if I’m a so-called free speech absolutist, because that just feels like a loaded term, but I’ve gotten into trouble with both liberals and conservatives with my views in that area, which others tend to view as extreme.

But I guess that’s besides the point.  People think this picture is funny.  A college friend of mine out in Texas shared this in a few places after politely asking if he could make it “go viral.”  (He asked the meme-maker’s permission, but not mine.)  This is the same guy I told you about who’s a master pyro-technician and will likely puncture the ozone layer at some point in his lifetime.

Anyway, now there are a bunch of people out in the Lone Star State laughing at me, and I’m not sure why.  (They weren’t privy to the Facebook conversation that spawned this.)  It’s probably just my goofy-ass face.

I’m not even sure I remember taking this picture.  I might have been in some kind of very chipper fugue state.

 

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Another reason to love Roanoke — people laugh at my dinosaur jokes.

Or maybe they’re just being polite.

Which is probably more plausible.

Remember that guy I told you about who eats nine eggs at one sitting?  I started calling him The Oviraptor, and that totally caught on.  I’m a trend setter here.

 

 

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