blend

the line between
don’t ask and don’t tell
does not exist;
they meet like the waters
of the Mississippi and gulf
in a messy blend of brown and blue
and anyone flying overhead
can see the joining of the two
it’s obvious in the clear light of day
or by the shine of the silver moon

Rather

I would rather live

On the dark side of the earth

Knowing the sun is out there

Somewhere

Than to live in a world

Without any sun at all

That there is life

A thousand miles away

Is better than

No life at all

Good fortune

It is good fortune

When you waked

To the sun blazing

Shining in your face

Saying “good morning love”

And the day begins anew

A small god

Behold

I am as a god

Taking my insane imaginings

And making them real in the world

Like petty l, pathetic creations

They screamed in my ear

Until I raised my fist

And crushed them into the earth;

Now silence and emptiness

Reign on high, windswept Olympus.

The Horror of it All a.ka. Good Luck Mike Flanagan

Since it is October, the month of all things spooky, let’s talk about horror films.

I’ve never written a column about horror movies before, but the subject has been a passion of mine for a long time.

Heck when I was in seminary completing my M.Div. I found a way to write about horror by contrasting western horror film themes with Japanese horror films and pointing to Judeo-Christian theology as the key differentiator. Fun times.

Why write about horror now? I think what triggered it was learning that there is a remake/reboot/reinterpretation/homage/reimagining (???) being made of what is in my opinion the greatest horror film of all time, The Exorcist, this time by director Mike Flanagan.

Now if anyone was going to try and reimagine The Exorcist Mike Flanagan is your guy. His track record of previous films includes Doctor Sleep, The Haunting of Hill House, and The Fall of the House of Usher (fantastic) to name a few.

But I mean this is an entirely different level. It would be like someone trying to reinterpret Clint Eastwood’s Unforgiven (the greatest western of all time) but much harder.

There are a few things to note about the original Exorcist film that make it difficult, if not impossible to reinterpret.

The author of the novel it was based on, William Peter Blatty, was intimately involved in the original film even acting as screen writer (for which he won an Academy Award). This is important because his novel was brilliantly written, and he does not get nearly enough credit for his artistry likely because of the genre.

Everything about the original film are mountaintops to be overcome like the unforgettable music (thanks to Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells for a spine chilling and unique sound that still evokes fear in the listener), to the cinematography, to William Friedkin’s direction, to the phenomenal casting and acting.

I mean this film cast the first Catholic priest to play a Catholic priest in a commercial movie – the unforgettable Jesuit Fr. William O’Malley as Fr. Joseph Dyer. O’Malley, a university professor and award-winning author of 37 books of theology was also an advisor to the film.

Of course, there is the matter that one does not speak about even today…the film is VERY blasphemous. I’m sure there are many readers today who recall when the film was originally released in 1973 and the boycotts around the world.

The evangelist Billy Graham notably said, “the devil is in every frame of this film” and led a boycott against it.

It didn’t help that the author, a devout Catholic, stated numerous times he was attempting to present as realistic a depiction of evil as possible (he succeeded) but not a celebration of it. After all, how do you water down a depiction of demonic possession?

To this day I have never seen a film that pushes the envelope of horror as far as The Exorcist did more than 50 years ago. The dialogue given to the character of a possessed 12-year-old girl would still not be tolerated today but somehow made it to screen all those years ago.

For these reasons and others this new version will likely not live up to the original. Western audiences are less spiritual now for one thing. Faith in the broader world is not what it used to be, and faith or belief was a big part of the fuel that drove the original film’s terror.

Horror no longer has the power it once did. Today’s horror movies are about human evil, not spiritual, and this reflects the fears of the audience.

I suspect this new version of The Exorcist will fall flat on modern horror enthusiasts who are more interested in slashers, thrillers, and environmental horror than anything supernatural. We will see.

P.S. If I were casting a new film as a remake rather than a reinterpretation, I think Ian McKellan would be excellent as Fr. Lankester Merrin originally played by the incomparable actor Max von Sydow.

sunrise

you’ve given me a sunrise
with a mist like raging fire
burning off the cold black earth
and a light like that ever grows
a full and forever embrace
that spreads across my horizon
until i am turned to gold;
what brilliance to take a man
and become a part of him
like sparks rising to the sky
blending with the blue on high

Golden

These are the best of days

The golden times

Where we spend the hours we saved

And laugh grateful for one another

Holding hand in hand

Walking arm in arm

Pressing close in long practiced embrace

Running fingers along memorized face

These are the kingly,  royal days

The stuff of dreams and best wishes

Full of laughter,  full of joy

How bright these moments built together

Life savings spent in silent nearness

Content to have this kindred spirit found

Our steps creating hallowed ground

Words are evidence of gratitude

Like soft bells in the valleys where they sound

Breathe

How do you breathe

When your lungs have been torn away

It’s like trying to see without eyes

The beauty of a new spring day

But mostly what i really want to know

Is how a human heart can beat

When it’s gone to a place that you can’t go?

So you sit in the dark

And wait for a new sun rise

You hold your hands over your mouth

To keep in all of the desperate cries

At the memory of those long lost wondrous nights

That haunt you in your empty sleep

I want to know how to breathe

When you’ve lost the one and only thing

You always thought you’d keep?

Monsters

The human species is strange

It takes hold of its monsters

And builds walls around them

To keep them safe and sound

That they may be destroyed by them

Forever.

haunted

we are the dead;
ghosts trapped in bodies
like poltergeists bound to old homes
rattling about the wide world
waiting for judgement
or honest obliteration
haunted and haunting,
moving invisible
and feeling
nothing.