Tag Archive | Literature

Written in…BLOOD!

“No one ever thinks of how much blood it costs.”Dante Alighieri

The raw sensuality of the underground club scene is immediately evident as we follow an unsuspecting human as he stumbles through the crowd of increasingly aggressive (and as yet un-revealed) vamps…The techno beats hit hard…and drop-by-drop…it starts to rain…BLOOD!

BLOOD begins to spew from the warehouse’s sprinkler system and what was once a night out dancing has become a blood bath of flesh and fiends writhing in the gore.

One female vamp purrs to the human, “What’s wrong baby?” And is answered with a frightened shriek…as the vampires reveal their fangs in what we are to expect will soon become a feeding frenzy. Until, crawling through the blood soaked floor, our human comes upon a savior…BLADE.

The blood bath scene from Blade (1998) is a favorite, and arguably one of the most dramatic opening scenes of any film.

This may seem an odd way to return to blogging…after my weeks of absence, but sometimes what inspires is hardly predictable or easily understood…rather it should be grasped, held, and swiftly expressed!

It’s nice to be back. Thank you, to the writing Gods and Goddesses who have once again…returned to me. And a very heartfelt THANK YOU to those friends who have quietly nudged.

“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.”  ~E.L. Doctorow

See you a little later, for a return to The Dungeon!

Xxx

c.

Desire is…A Siren’s Song

Siren, Melusina (Melusine), Water Nymph…most commonly, MERMAID. She has always fascinated me. With her sensuous curves and other worldly beauty, she represents all desire…never grasped. She is the ultimate unrequited love story:

To have, yet

never to hold.

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
picked him for her own,
pressed her body, laughed;
and plunging down
forgot in cruel happiness
that even lovers drown.
-W.B. Yeats / “The Mermaid”

The world had refused
my well-formed creations,
My love no reward
for its smooth sympathy.
I took my desire
to sea for a lifetime,
To find some small passion
for this soul’s release.

Discovered the truth
as siren’s eyes found me,
Her song written for
a forgotten sixth sense.
My lover’s warm touch
gave me understanding;
I followed her down
to a quiet absence.

The Siren by Jeff Doak

(© 1996 Jeff Doak. All rights reserved)

Christmas…a melancholy time of the year.

When I was a child, Christmas used to be such a magical time of the year for me. There is no reason…that as an adult, I…we shouldn’t maintain sense of wonder…for it is only through the eyes of a child that true fascination can be experienced!

Whatever else be lost among the years,
Let us keep Christmas still a shining thing;
Whatever doubts assail us, or what fears,
Let us hold close one day, remembering
Its poignant meaning for the hearts of men.
Let us get back our childlike faith again.
~Grace Noll Crowell

xxx, c.