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What we’re grateful for, #4729.

Sorry I haven’t been around too much this week. 

There’s a lot of romance  and you know I have kind of a restricted internet diet anyway.  But I have a plan.

During the next two months I think what I’ll be doing is a weekly vlog, as I’m in the middle of finishing MERCURY and I am one of those superstitious weirdos who fears the irremediable forking of the tongue should literary emissions find themselves shooting off into all directions at once.

In any case the world is changing and you know it.

1. If you’re in New York, please come to The Poetry Project’s Spring Fundraiser.  Tonight & Tomorrow night. 

I’ll be in the grand finale on Saturday, with Eileen Myles, Bruce Andrews, Edwin Torres, Brandon Downing, Felix Bernstein, Michael Barron, James Copeland, and William Rahilly.  Go Here.
 
On the whole there’s rather a seventies vibe to the affair, so perhaps you’ll want to rollerskate up and down second avenue between events.  Or were rollerskates so disco and establishment then and are you too cool for them.  Well I wouldn’t know.  As I write you I am smelling the inside of my upper arm, the right one, trying to conjure the scent of a leaf of paper warmed by the mimeograph machine and scored with pale blue words.  I’ll be presenting on the subject of revolution, and remember this is a fundraiser and a very good cause!

2. Fence’s new edition of Coeur de Lion is coming summer’s end.  Those of you who are readers of the Mal-O-Mar edition might recall it was (and is) defiantly blurb-free.  We thought it would be silly and nice, this time around, to invite readers of the book to write anything they want about it, in the shape of blurbs or paragraphs or whatever.  

 Thurston MooresaysCoeur de Lion makes him want to have sex on the moon.  Do you want to say something about it?  Anything you want!

3. Readings in May & June in NY & Philadelphia, MERCURY comes this fall, US tour & lots of other stuff, so do your kegels.

Love
Ariana


Halloween (1978, Directed by John Carpenter)The sequels are all unwatchable, and the original itselfHalloween (1978, Directed by John Carpenter)The sequels are all unwatchable, and the original itselfHalloween (1978, Directed by John Carpenter)The sequels are all unwatchable, and the original itself

Halloween (1978, Directed by John Carpenter)

The sequels are all unwatchable, and the original itself is a tired reference point and inspiration for a lazy slew of slasher films (and their parodies).
It’s enough to put anyone off of the original, which just happens to be a fine little shocker, not to mention a film-school primer in audience manipulation. Indeed, in 1978 director John Carpenter manipulated viewers like no one had done since Hitchcock traumatized the nation with Psycho.

That’s fitting, as Carpenter uses Psycho as a kind of foundation. Janet Leigh’s daughter, Jamie Lee Curtis, is the heroine, and Donald Pleasance plays a psychiatrist named Sam Loomis (the name of Leigh’s paramour in Psycho). There are some other in-jokes, but more significantly, Carpenter establishes from the start that we are dealing with a slicing-and-dicing homicidal maniac, and then spends the remainder of the evening having that very human monster lunge in and out of the Panavison frame—or maybe just loom in the corner. 

We fully understand how a psycho behaves, and Carpenter uses that against us. The film would probably not have been greatly altered if, at some point, the director walked into frame, turned to the camera, and stated, “I’m toying with you; enjoy the rest of the show.”

Thanks to cinematography that’s as crisp as a fall afternoon, the Panavision lens also captures an unsurpassed setting for a horror film so inextricably linked to urban legend. The jack-o’-lanterns, the golden leaves—all artificial, by the way—blowing across the sidewalks and lawns of a solid American suburb, and the tidy front porches evoke our collective Halloween neighborhood. It was producer Irwin Yablans’ idea to call the picture Halloween; irrespective of the first script (The Babysitter Murders), Carpenter could not have possibly used any other title.


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