* The blog for the Endicott Studio for Mythic Arts had a wonderful post yesterday about artistic depictions of the "Dance of Death," complete with excellent links. Read and see more here.
* For more pumpkin art, with a twist of science fiction, check out the Cylon Jack-O-Lantern and the Robotic Dalek Pumpkin.
* What specialist publishers produce the best "spooky" literature?
I have some recommendations:
- Apex Publications published both Apex Science Fiction and Horror Digest and several excellent horror and dark science fiction books.
- Arkham House began by publishing the works of H.P. Lovecraft, who remains on at the center of the press's success; Arkam House also introduces fans to new authors in the world of the macabre, fantasy, and horror.
- Bison Frontiers of the Imagination, the classic science fiction series from the University of Nebraska Press, includes a number of wonderful classic works of apocalyptic literature.
- Broadview Press publishes a wide variety of literary texts, including excellent editions of Gothic staples like The Castle of Otranto, The Monk, Vathek, and Frankenstein.
- Night Shade Books is an impressive up-and-coming publisher of weird fiction, including horror, science fiction, and fantasy.
- Valancourt Books is an independent press based in Kansas City, specializing in quality new editions of rare literature from the 18th and 19th centuries. This is the best press around for beautiful and affordable Gothic novels.
- Zittaw Press specializes in reprints of Gothic literature, particularly hand-sewn chapbooks, as well as some novels.
And now, on with the show:
Link of the Day: The Classic Tales: If you're not already listening to this free podcast, now is the best time to start. It's "Classic Monster's Month"! Professional actor B.J. Harrison reads classic short stories such as John Polidori's "The Vampyre" and W.W. Jacobs' "The Monkey's Paw." Don't miss it!
Literature of the Day: Believe me, this is one spooky poem!
"The Wood Water" (1905)
by Madison J. Cawein
An evil, stealthy water, dark as hate,
Sunk from the light of day,
'Thwart which is hung a ruined water-gate,
Creeps on its stagnant way.
Moss and the spawny duckweed, dim as air,
And green as copperas,
Choke its dull current; and, like hideous hair,
Tangles of twisted grass.
Above it sinister trees,--as crouched and gaunt
As huddled Terror,--lean;
Guarding some secret in that nightmare haunt,
Some horror they have seen.
Something the sunset points at from afar,
Spearing the sullen wood
And hag-gray water with a single bar
Of flame as red as blood.
Something the stars, conspiring with the moon,
Shall look on, and remain
Frozen with fear; staring as in a swoon,
Striving to flee in vain.
Something the wisp that, wandering in the night,
Above the ghastly stream,
Haply shall find; and, filled with frantic fright,
Light with its ghostly gleam.
Something that lies there, under weed and ooze,
With wide and awful eyes
And matted hair, and limbs the waters bruise,
That strives, yet can not rise.