Epimetheus unbound (Hommage a M.S.)...
Phew. Quite a lot going on on our streets. I would like to know: Who brought all this Halloween stuff to Germany? Way too scary and gory. On the other hand. I like the old Universal horror films. Sometimes a bit of hammer horror, too. So I present you a song from the "best band in the world". That's what the three guys from "Die Ärzte" call themselves. "Monsterparty." I don't think I have to translate a lot (but added a raw translation in the comment section). It's about a guy who sneaks in on Dracula's and ... Well, see for yourself. As Martin Luther once put it: The devil doesn't like music nor laughter. So - have fun with this helluva song and have a big laaaugh on the monsters, when their party goes haywire. (But don't ask me what happened to Fay Wray, the poor, delicate satin-draped frame...) ;D
palatinewolfsblog reblogged
The Night of the Living Dead.
The house is strangely silent;
even the ghosts are haunting quiet,
Outside; the storm is fierce and violent,
but it's noise is part of this haunting night.
We speak in whispers, we are filled with fear,
of all things dead that lurk around,
Daemons that should not be here,
that should be sleeping beneath the ground.
Headstones torn like rotten teeth,
and bloody gums with torn out roots,
The rancid stench of rotten meat,
as the dead seek out forbidden fruits.
We huddle round the blazing fire,
as the wind roars round the chimney breast,
Outside the storm is screaming higher,
as the dead crawl from their reeking nests.
We pray the dead will keep on shambling,
we pray that they will pass us by,
We pray they'll find some gypsies rambling,
We pray to hear the gypsies cry.
And, if we live to see the day,
if we're still alive when this night is o'er,
Then we'll know that God has heard us pray,
And we'll be alright for one year more.
©Ambrose Harte
©Scattered Thoughts
Once again, I want to reblog a poem from a dear friend and add some personal thoughts plus a picture (i am a romantic at heart and always will be...).
I.m.h.o. The Night of the Living Dead is more than just a cheap horror flick.
It is a document of the 1960s.
A time of rapid social change, existential insecurity and upheaval, that filled many people with fear.
Basically that's nothing new.
It's a human condition.
Think of the epoch of (dark) romanticism. About 200 years ago, when Frankenstein created his monster.
Our time also knows a lot of fears. The best way to deal with it, is to articulate it. By means of art, too. Art that transcends our everyday experience, changes life, helps to connect with others, that think and feel like us.
Think about it...
There's a Light (for A.)...
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Remembrance (for Boris)...
“Monsters are the patron saints of imperfection.” Guillermo del Toro
Frankenstein’s place (in the heart of the palatinate).
Frankenstein revisited...
Frankenstein in the palatinate (main station).
Made it - almost. But first a little stop at a village called Frankenstein.
Small and rather sleepy in spite of its eerie, gothic name.
Btw. Long time ago my car broke down.
A nice guy from the U.S. picked me up and drove me home.
He was quite impressed when we passed this place. Wanted to see the famous laboratory. I had to disppoint him. But the Frankensteins have a medieval castle that is quite impressive. Wait and see. ;)