Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
666 Lounge, Gone Now
I've been Major Tom this week, I took my protein pills and put my helmet on. Been very productive, not a shivering puddle of goo. Just out in space deciding what direction seemed the one I needed to take. Then I realized it was Hallowe'en coming up, and last year around this time I was posting on the way cool song "Frankenstein's Den" by The Hollywood Flames Here's a poem I wrote about twenty years ago. I had a photo of the place once, but it went into the erff. At 646 South State Street is the Pacific Garden Mission, where all of the drunks from this bar got to sleep for free if they listened to mass. I'm not going to stick up for this place in the least, because there have been numerous murders and muggings caused by the people who live here. Not homeless, not transients, killers. Well, I seem to have gone off on a bit of a rant there. Hnnh. I'll try and post again soon.
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...and so we find yet again that people are far more terrifying than monsters...
"Just out in space deciding what direction seemed the one I needed to take."
Boy, can I ever relate to that, though I can't claim to have been particularly productive--a tad bit of autumnal depression is currently kicking my ass and acting as a serious demotivator.
I love that poem! It's the perfect elegy for all I miss as urban areas change.
And, yes, I see mysterious doings with Schwa:
"Although a growing hit, Bill Barker disappeared from the public (and underground) eye sometime in late September of 2001. His long-running website is dead and the post office box he had used for years now returns his mail unread."
Perhaps he, too, is Major Tom-ing...
Lana, that's why I usually write about monsters. Much more fun and less scary.
Creepy poem, man. Yeah, people are monsters in their on right. Perhaps the scariest of all...
This is one reason I had a very hard time writing supernatural horror fiction for a while. No matter what I created, human beings topped anything an evil spirit could do.
Of course, you never had that problem. Your disturbing fiction has always rested firmly on the bedrock of the bad things that men do.
Major Tom, eh? I've had Rebel Rebel stuck in my head. Torn dresses and messy faces my fascination of the moment...
I know of the Pacific Garden Mission, I like that Unshackled program. Yeah, it's old fashioned and corny, but that's me all over. It reminds me of that Star Trek episode where Kirk, Spock, and McCoy jumped thru the portal back to the '30s and Joan Collins had a soup kitchen.....was that one written by Ellison?
Sorry, I've ventured off-topic. :-o
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