Sunday, March 29, 2009
Art and the Backyard
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wrath and Rain
His eyes glowing ,his beard and hair bristling with sparks,
As his rage darkens the skies above him.
His lips form into a cruel smile as his hair whips in the wind,
His laughter booming like the thunder bursting through the clouds,
Amused that the Giants before him dare challenge him.
The Giants pause in their advance, cowed by the lightning and fire that falls from the sky,
Realizing that they may have made a dread mistake, but knowing it's too late
For retreat or surrender to the Thunderer.
The Master of Storms raises his hammer, smouldering and burning,
Pointing at the giants, roaring his battle-cry, his chariot goes forth,
Pulled by his huge, black goats, Toothgrinder and Toothgnasher.
Not a single Giant escaped the Thunderer's wrath, not a Troll or Goblin lived,
All met their doom, by hammer, by hoof, by chariot-wheel, by lightning and fire,
By tooth and by crushing fist, Hel's halls were filled.
Here, in this One of Nine worlds, the skies were dark, and the thunder rolled,
The rain fell , and the winds blew from the North, the only evidence here,
Of the battle that took place on the plains of Asgard.
The Beast's Movie Cave-El Topo
(Looks kinda like Yellowbeard here! )
El Topo (The Mole) is the story of a gunslinger on a quest for spirituality and God, essentially. The film is full of strange imagery, incorportaing Catholocism and Eastern religions as well as other symbolic images into a bizarre cinematic experience. There is also a good-sized helping of sexual themes, as well as violence, with pools and streets literally running red with blood at times( in the DVD extras, Jodorowski says "You cannot make a mystical picture without violence").
The film is full of striking images, such as the beginning, where El Topo has his son bury his first toy and his Mother's picture, his son standing with the monks he has left him with, the aforementioned streets of blood, a crucified dead goat, a collapsing tower, an underground city of deformed people, not to mention the look of El Topo himself, clad all in black. The backgrounds where the movie was shot are nothing less than beautiful,too.
It's supposed to be a shocking film, and I suppose it was back in the day, but I didn't find it all that shocking...I've seen a lot of strange films. I guess I could have done without El Topo's son running around with no pants on, though. It definately is a weird and bizarre movie, to be sure. I do like a surreal film now and again, although it may not be to everyone's tastes. If you're used to straightforward narratives and over-explained storylines, this isn't the movie for you. Also, I suppose some may find the religious imagery offensive, as well as the sex and violence. For those looking for a different viewing experience, though, El Topo might be an interesting change of pace.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Bath Day
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Trees and Cats
The oak has some leafy buds growing on it already.
My cat Raven, who was sick a while back. is doing fine now. Her fur is starting to grow back where she was shaved for her IV and ultrasound. Raven is the shorthaired cat in the pictures. The longhaired rogue is Pict. If you took Errol Flynn, Jackie Chan, and Jet Li and distilled them into feline form, Pict would be the end result...amazing physical feats, swashbuckling antics, and physical comedy are his forte. He also has a mean right paw. The striped guy in the one picture is Loki...he's the laid-back cuddlebear of the bunch, although he does like to challenge Pict for the World Heavyweight Feline Championship title now and again.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Night Walk
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Day At The Movies With The Beast-Watchmen
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
My Life In Song Titles-Manowar Version
Monday, March 2, 2009
'I Am A Brother to Dragons and a Companion to Owls"
All this came to mind as I went on a walk tonight with my friend Nicole. As we passed the elementary school in the neighborhood, she pointed and said, "Is that an owl?" I looked up at first, expecting to see one in flight. Instead, I saw just the opposite...there was a large, dead owl laying in the parking lot of the school. We both felt bad, but I suspect I felt even worse, given my connection to them. I almost took a feather from the owl, as sort of a shamanistic token, but I chose to leave him be instead. I'm sure someone will remove him , probably before the kids arrive for school in the morning.
Somehow this all makes me think of my family...my Mother, my Grandmother that just passed away, and my brother.I hope that the owl is flying somewhere beyond this world, his wings stretched against a night sky, eyes gleaming in the moonlight.