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Happy Halloween, Day 28

First, I have several Halloween-related announcements and recommendations:

1. Don't forget the Apex Halloween Raffle! Tickets are $1, and a percentage of all proceeds made will go to the National Center for Family Literacy. Goodies include autographed books, story critiques, subscriptions, and rare collectors' items in the science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres. (Note: Among the items to be raffled are autographed copies of my edited works from Valancourt Books, The Magic Goblet and The Magic Ring.) Winners will be announced on Halloween. See more details here.


2. endicott_redux, The Endicott Studio for the Mythic Arts, is posting daily Halloween countdown posts for the next several days with fantastic world fiction and art. Don't miss them!


3. Check out the "Out ov the Coffin" Halloween Special 2007! This radio program is great fun, with cameos by everyone from Alfred Hitchcock to Boris Karloff. Download it, store it, and listen to it while you carry out your Halloween festivities. This is brought to you by WRVU, broadcasting from my alma mater, Vanderbilt University. Go 'Dores!




And now, on with the show…


Link of the Day: Among the Stones (This site includes remarkable photographs from cemeteries in the United States, France, Greece, and Egypt.)


Literature of the Day: Now this is a haunting poem!

"Haunted"
By Don Marquis (1878-1937)

A ghost is a freak of a sick man's brain?
Then why do you start and shiver so?
That's the sob and drip of a leaky drain?
But it sounds like another noise we know!
The heavy drops drummed red and slow,
The drops ran down as slow as fate—
Do ye hear them still?—it was long ago!—
But here in the shadows I wait, and wait!

Spirits there be that pass in peace;
Mine passed in a whirl of wrath and dole;
And the hour that your choking breath shall cease
I will get my grip on your naked soul—
Nor pity may stay nor prayer cajole—
I would drag ye whining from Hell's own gate:
To me, to me, ye must pay the toll!
And here in the shadows I wait, I wait!


The dead they are dead, they are out of the way?
And the ghost is a whim of an ailing mind?
Then why did ye whiten with fear to-day
When ye heard a voice in the calling wind?
Why did ye falter and look behind?
At the creeping mists when the hour grew late?
Ye would see my face were ye stricken blind!
And here in the shadows I wait, I wait!

Drink and forget, make merry and boast,
But the boast rings false and the jest is thin—
In the hour that I meet you ghost to ghost,
Stripped of the flesh that you skulk within,
Stripped to the coward soul 'ware of its sin,
Ye shall learn, ye shall learn, whether dead men hate!
Ah, a weary time has the waiting been,
But here in the shadows I wait, I wait!

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dracschick
Oct. 29th, 2007 01:30 am (UTC)
Nice poem......
thanks for sharing:)

PS--I love the candy corn icon:)
eldritchhobbit
Oct. 29th, 2007 01:49 am (UTC)
Re: Nice poem......
I'm so glad you liked the poem! :) Thanks for the kind words about my icon. It's by nina79.
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