Big Al talks to the New Statesman's Helen Lewis Hasteley about Jerusalem, not having a television, and the end of the universe as we know it. (Hey - it's Alan Moore. You were expecting maybe football scores?)
New Statesman interview with Alan Moore
Showing posts with label gratuitous lit fic reference. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gratuitous lit fic reference. Show all posts
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Bohemian
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I've been looking for a pre-beard photograph of Mr. Moore for a very long time. Many thanks to otium longum for posting.
[It's funny - I thought that without the facial hair he'd be unrecognizable, but there's no mistaking the demonic intensity of that gaze.]
Monday, March 1, 2010
(Semi-)Off-Topic: Excellent Steve Ditko Documentary (w/Alan Moore Interview) On YouTube
Thought I'd share a great BBC documentary on eccentric comics genius Steve Ditko that I discovered on YouTube recently.
The Alan Moore interview alone makes it worth the price of admission, particularly his inspired ode to Ditko's Randian superhero Mr. A via a reworked version of the Velvet Underground's
"Sister Ray" (which, incidentally, has had said song stuck on "repeat" in my head for the last week or so).
The Alan Moore interview alone makes it worth the price of admission, particularly his inspired ode to Ditko's Randian superhero Mr. A via a reworked version of the Velvet Underground's
"Sister Ray" (which, incidentally, has had said song stuck on "repeat" in my head for the last week or so).
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Off-Topic: William S. Burroughs Documentary On Google Video
Found an interesting documentary on literary icon/Alan Moore hero William S. Burroughs on Google Video; I thought I would post it in case anyone wanted to have a look.
There's some charming footage of him goofing around with Allen Ginsberg and other friends, which is nice to see - Burroughs seemed to have such a grim affect all the time. Perhaps that was just sort of his default public persona. Then again, Burroughs probably had more to be grim about than most of us.
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Multi-screen viewing is seemingly anticipated by Burroughs' cut-up technique. He suggested re-arranging words and images to evade rational analysis, allowing subliminal hints of the future to leak through... an impending world of exotica, glimpsed only peripherally.
Adrian Veidt (Ozymandias)
"Look On My Works, Ye Mighty..."
Watchmen
PS The music you hear at the very beginning of the film is from "Another Green World" by Brian Eno.
There's some charming footage of him goofing around with Allen Ginsberg and other friends, which is nice to see - Burroughs seemed to have such a grim affect all the time. Perhaps that was just sort of his default public persona. Then again, Burroughs probably had more to be grim about than most of us.
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Multi-screen viewing is seemingly anticipated by Burroughs' cut-up technique. He suggested re-arranging words and images to evade rational analysis, allowing subliminal hints of the future to leak through... an impending world of exotica, glimpsed only peripherally.
Adrian Veidt (Ozymandias)
"Look On My Works, Ye Mighty..."
Watchmen
PS The music you hear at the very beginning of the film is from "Another Green World" by Brian Eno.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Web Resources for VOICE OF THE FIRE
I thought I would post links to some of the web pages I found helpful while reading Voice of the Fire, so they're up for others to use.
Wikipedia article on Prehistoric Britain (for "Hob's Hob", "The Cremation Fields", and "In The Drownings")
Wikipedia article on fairies (for "Hob's Hog")
Wikipedia article on Bronze Age Britain (for "The Cremation Fields")
Wikipedia article on Iron Age Britain (for "In The Drownings")
Wikipedia article on Britannia/Roman Britain (for "The Head Of Diocletian")
Answers.com page on St. Ragener (for "November Saints")
Wikipedia article on the Crusades (for "Limping To Jerusalem")
Wikipedia article on Francis Tresham (for "Confessions Of A Mask")
(featured) Wikipedia article on John Dee (for "Angel Language")
Wikipedia articles on witchcraft, the "witch-cult hypothesis", and witch hunts (for "Partners In Knitting")
Wikipedia article on John Clare (for "The Sun Looks Pale Upon The Wall")
Wikipedia article on the writer Jim Thompson (Moore's most probable influence on "I Travel In Suspenders")
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Speaking of Wikipedia, help 'em out if you can, will ya? Thanks.
Wikipedia article on Prehistoric Britain (for "Hob's Hob", "The Cremation Fields", and "In The Drownings")
Wikipedia article on fairies (for "Hob's Hog")
Wikipedia article on Bronze Age Britain (for "The Cremation Fields")
Wikipedia article on Iron Age Britain (for "In The Drownings")
Wikipedia article on Britannia/Roman Britain (for "The Head Of Diocletian")
Answers.com page on St. Ragener (for "November Saints")
Wikipedia article on the Crusades (for "Limping To Jerusalem")
Wikipedia article on Francis Tresham (for "Confessions Of A Mask")
(featured) Wikipedia article on John Dee (for "Angel Language")
Wikipedia articles on witchcraft, the "witch-cult hypothesis", and witch hunts (for "Partners In Knitting")
Wikipedia article on John Clare (for "The Sun Looks Pale Upon The Wall")
Wikipedia article on the writer Jim Thompson (Moore's most probable influence on "I Travel In Suspenders")
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Speaking of Wikipedia, help 'em out if you can, will ya? Thanks.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Off-Topic: Thoughts On Arthur Machen's "The White People"
The following is just a touch-up of some brief notes I made a couple of weeks ago after reading the Arthur Machen short story "The White People" (in case you don't pick up on it from what I wrote - I really, really liked it) (and yes, I'll stop going on about Ulysses (for a while) after this).
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Alice's Adventures In Wonderland meets Ulysses in Hell. Probably the most brilliant piece of horror fiction I've ever read - the only thing I can think of that comes close in Poe's "Cask of Amontillado", and this might be even more ingenious than that. I mean, come on - this anticipates the writing style of James Joyce by 15 years (it was written in 1899) and Lovecraft's by nearly a quarter-century. Why isn't this guy better known today? To be placed in the sui generis file alongside Clark Ashton Smith, I guess (i.e., too fuckin' weird for almost anyone to understand, not to mention appreciate).
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PS It appears that Alan Moore is a Machen fan, too - check out this and this.
Addendum: I did a little editing of (and added some hyperlinks to) the second paragraph, just for fun.
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Alice's Adventures In Wonderland meets Ulysses in Hell. Probably the most brilliant piece of horror fiction I've ever read - the only thing I can think of that comes close in Poe's "Cask of Amontillado", and this might be even more ingenious than that. I mean, come on - this anticipates the writing style of James Joyce by 15 years (it was written in 1899) and Lovecraft's by nearly a quarter-century. Why isn't this guy better known today? To be placed in the sui generis file alongside Clark Ashton Smith, I guess (i.e., too fuckin' weird for almost anyone to understand, not to mention appreciate).
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PS It appears that Alan Moore is a Machen fan, too - check out this and this.
Addendum: I did a little editing of (and added some hyperlinks to) the second paragraph, just for fun.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Page 40, Paragraph 2; Notes
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile - I've been busy reading (among other things). I finished "The Cremation Fields" this morning and started on "In The Drownings". Really enjoyed "TCF" - not quite the virtuoso display that "Hob's Hob" was, but still pretty great. My favorite quote from it: "Here is clever deep enough to drown in." Indeed.
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Page 40, Paragraph 2:
She bends over, and holds her head down so that her long bright hair hangs down like vines there all around my penis. Now she takes a long, thick strand of hair in her hand to wrap in her fingers around my hot erection. Oh, she rubs me with her hair, all up and down, all quick and hard so that it pulls and is likely to hurt her head, but she makes not a sound, only rub and rub, and the rubbing's good, and the thought of it is better yet, her hair is so soft and bright in the sun, and a strong sensation moves up my erection, slow like a snail, from my ass, through the width of my penis to the tip where it prickles good, and now a little circle of semen comes out of it, like the dew that comes on the grass at dawn, and she's rubbing harder, faster, and I'm imagining that this isn't the rubbing of hair in her hand, but the rubbing of hair around her vagina, and oh, and the thought of this goes quickly down my belly, up my penis and oh, and the girl is holding harder so that it hurts but the hurt is good, and harder yet to stop my semen, but it is now, and now, and now, a stream of semen falls on her cheek, in her hair, and wets the aurochs skin around her head, and more, and more, on my legs and down her fingers, wetting the grass and white on the bloody eyes of the flowers and oh, and Mother. Mother.
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Did this remind anyone else of the last chapter of Ulysses?
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Page 40, Paragraph 2:
She bends over, and holds her head down so that her long bright hair hangs down like vines there all around my penis. Now she takes a long, thick strand of hair in her hand to wrap in her fingers around my hot erection. Oh, she rubs me with her hair, all up and down, all quick and hard so that it pulls and is likely to hurt her head, but she makes not a sound, only rub and rub, and the rubbing's good, and the thought of it is better yet, her hair is so soft and bright in the sun, and a strong sensation moves up my erection, slow like a snail, from my ass, through the width of my penis to the tip where it prickles good, and now a little circle of semen comes out of it, like the dew that comes on the grass at dawn, and she's rubbing harder, faster, and I'm imagining that this isn't the rubbing of hair in her hand, but the rubbing of hair around her vagina, and oh, and the thought of this goes quickly down my belly, up my penis and oh, and the girl is holding harder so that it hurts but the hurt is good, and harder yet to stop my semen, but it is now, and now, and now, a stream of semen falls on her cheek, in her hair, and wets the aurochs skin around her head, and more, and more, on my legs and down her fingers, wetting the grass and white on the bloody eyes of the flowers and oh, and Mother. Mother.
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Did this remind anyone else of the last chapter of Ulysses?
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