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DC’s ostensibly favorite Home Haunts of the Halloween season 2023 (North American edition) *

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Mount Mayhem: Psykosis (Phoenix, AZ)
‘In 2022, our bayou inhabitants wrestled with their demons and this year, they are now manifesting the resulting psychosis in a myriad of nightmares, real or unreal, trickery of the mind or simply broken reality. The psyche is clever and what is real or imagined can be impossible to decipher. From hallucinations of whispering voices and visual delusions to the paranoia of being hunted, stalked, experimented on…… the mental torment makes itself known in this season’s Mount Mayhem Haunt, so prepare yourself and don’t let your brain play tricks on you……’

 

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DEEPWELLS HAUNTED MANSION- FAMILY FUNERAL! (Saint James, NY)
‘A member of our cherished Deepwells Family has passed away and the house is open for all to come and pay their respects to our dearly departed. Do you dare a visit to these haunted halls? At Deepwells Mansion there is a fine line between the living and the dead and many will not be able to tell the difference! Upon arrival your will be given a key of entry and exit. Hold onto it, or you may never leave! If you are lucky enough to escape this House of Horrors with 16 rooms of unrelenting terror, then take a chance with a journey down the Twisted Fairytale Trail. Tread carefully as the paranormal is commonplace here and all manner of creatures and demonic forces lurk in this Haunted Forest. Don’t go alone!’

 

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Psycho Circus at Cimarron (Boise, ID)
‘Scared of clowns? Does the sound of carnival music give you anxiety? Do you Love to be frozen with fear? Well then” come on down ” we’ve got the perfect home haunt for you! The psycho Circus at Cimarron is a terrifying nightmare of clowns, games and colors.’

 

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VB House of Torment (Virginia Beach, VA)
‘This is a fantastic neighborhood production, highly recommended for anyone in the area but certainly would be worth a trip to check it out! Very thoughtfully designed and full-grown scares. Scared the heck out of my 9 year old! Very well done…’

 

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Novak Manor (Milwaukee)
‘You will never believe that this is our home!! Every year the Novak residence transforms into Novak Manor! We are huge lovers of all things haunted attraction related and also really love our community. What started as just Halloween decorations has taken off into a full blown haunt! The walkthrough is both indoors and outdoors with animatronics, flesh-rotting scent diffusers and volunteer actors dressed up and ready to scare. Hours are from 6 to 10 p.m. every Friday and Saturday and from 4 to 10 p.m. on Monday, Oct. 31.’

 

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The Salisbury Woods (Salisbury, NH)
‘One actress had me going good when I walked into her kitchen. I see a girl slaving away around a stove and sink with bits of human flesh all over the place. She turned to me and screamed, ‘Honey, dinner is here!’ referring to me! ‘I didn’t think we were having fresh meat, I was already thawing out the old stuff’ referring to all the chopped pieces of dead rotting flesh around the kitchen. It was such a great line and still very early into the walkthrough so my expectations were set high for more like her. She even followed me into the next room where her grandmother was somehow floating above her bed. She screamed for help and needed me to call for someone. Awesome acting for two scenes! Maybe somewhere in the middle of the trail I came around a corner and marveled at one of their bigger sets I was not expecting to see. I was well enough distracted and in a prime state for a good pop-out scare although a simple jump scare wouldn’t be so impressive to me at this point. Sorta low hanging fruit in the scare business. To my surprise, I didn’t get any simple scare. An actor came frolicking from around the set marveling at the structure that I was too admiring. ‘Isn’t it wonderful!? Isn’t it splendid!?’ He shouted with glee in almost an old English accent to match the setting. ‘You must go inside! You’ve gotta go see it for yourself it’s beautiful!’ frolicking like a madman around me and sort of guiding me into the large structure. It wasn’t a pop-out scare or even one that was threatening in any way. More of a psychological scare as a glimpse into what I could become if I entered this structure or marveled at it for too long like this man obviously had done. In any case, it was still a pleasant surprise and enjoyable to have a mix of different types of actors.’

 

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Frightmare on Forestview (Crestwood, IL)
‘The mistress of curios – Carrie Minet Been – has brought out her shoebox of doll limbs and heads for her Frightmare on the Patch tour o’ scary houses. The mistress of fright warns us Frightmare has gone digital. Photo props and some digital ghosts have been added.’

 

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Nightfall Orphanage (Seattle)
‘“Bad Children go to The Bad Place.” This refrain was common many years ago when Nightfall Orphanage still stood. Many in the community thought it was merely an archaic form of discipline for unruly children, until they began to realize…that all the children were bad. Mr. Black invites you to step back into the Bad Place, a gateway into the phantasmagoric realm of the Dark Reach that exists in the shadows between worlds. The radiant abyss where spectral echoes of what once was, and what should not be, materialize and take shape. They burned Nightfall Orphanage to the ground years ago…But sometimes evil rises from the ashes, some echoes never really fade, and some shadows never see the light.’

 

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A Haunting in Hollis (Queens Village, NY)
‘Come discover what has been rated by CBS News as the #1 haunted house experience in the Tri-State area with A Haunting in Hollis! This terrifying experience brings the shock and horror of a traditional haunted house with a few twists. Come see what all the yearly hype is about and get your tickets now for the Hollis Haunted House in NY!’

 

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Haunted N Holum (Holum, LA)
‘The Haunted N Holum attraction is one that truly immerses you into your worst nightmares. Eerie music and twists and turns take you through over two and a half acres of wooded land. So come and take a walk through one twisted family’s back yard…if you dare!’

 

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Sweet Dreams Scare House (Easley, SC)
‘Sweet Dreams Scare House is an intense 30-45min walk-through haunted experience! We do not recommend small children, pregnant individuals, or anyone with health conditions such as asthma, epilepsy, high anxiety, or heart problems. Not recommended for guests who have a knee-jerk reaction to hit, those who are easily offended, or anyone with mobility issues, or those that may be pregnant.’

 

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CarnEVIL Haunted Garage Maze (Rogers, MN)
‘In addition to dressing up as a scary clown 🤡and scaring children in my CarnEvil Maze, I am on the board of a nonprofit called Across All Lines/ Firefighters with PTSD.’

 

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Condemned Valley Home Haunt (Bethlehem, PA)
‘My name is Kevin. I’m 17 years old, and me and my dad and best friend do a home haunt located in Bethlehem. Guests who come through say: “This place is better than some professional haunts I’ve been to”. We run one night each year in October. If you want a high quality scare come to Condemned Valley. Each year we get bigger and better. We design and build Condemned Valley all year long to make it one of a kind haunt. The amount of detail and special effects is incredible! This year will be our most intense year yet.’

 

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Oklahoma Asylum (Nowaka, OK)
‘OKLAHOMA ASYLUM IS AN INTERACTIVE HORROR EXPERIENCE. DO NOT WEAR YOUR BEST CLOTHING OR BEST SHOES. COME WITH AN OPEN MIND AND BE READY FOR US TO PUSH THE LIMITS. GROUPS WILL BE TOUCHED. EXPECT BLOOD. DO YOU WANT THE ULTIMATE ASYLUM EXPERIENCE? Add-on a Blood Soaker Special Edition T-shirt so the patients and doctors know you mean serious business. BE SINGLED OUT. BE SEPARATED. MORE BLOOD. MORE INTERACTION. AN UNFORGETTABLE ASYLUM EXPERIENCE.’

 

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The Curley’s Haunt (Wilmington, DE)
‘This is our 12th year doing The Curley’s Haunt. Every year we get more ambitious so come help us meet out goal!. We strive to create the best home haunt in Delaware and we are excited to see everyone come out!’

 

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The Haunted Canoe Trip (Silver Point, TN)
‘Setting the stage for this chilling adventure, The Haunted Canoe Trip takes you into the spooky world of the Caney after dark. This haunting venture is an epic, spine-tingling ghost tour that first wanders to the old cemetery. Stay close as you hear the accounts of a flooded town with lost graves, ghostly encounters, unexplained voices, and eerie sounds. Unlike other staged haunted attractions, this ghost tour first takes you on a walk through an old military recreation base where you’ll quiver at the stories of ghostly hauntings and frightening things that have happened over the past 60 years as you continue slowly down the dark path through the base leading to the water’s edge. Once there, if you’re brave enough, you’ll board your canoe and paddle over the original location of the old 1800s sunken cemetery that is just a mere 15 feet below the water’s surface. This is where many believe lost graves still remain and those spirits trapped just beneath these dark waters of Cemetery Cove.’

 

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Terror on Two Jacks (Round Rock, TX)
‘Nestled within a quiet community in Round Rock is a home that backs up to Brushy Creek Trail. Unbeknownst to the owners at the time of purchase, their property contained the unmarked grave of the Hairy Man of Brushy Creek (YouTube Legend – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIllnJnH8ig). While normally quiet most of the year, the Hairy Man becomes angry during the month of October in anticipation of all the trick or treaters who will once again trespass on his beloved Brushy Creek Trail. Over 12 years ago, the owners, sensitive to the malevolent haunting of the Hairy Man, began the process of transforming their home into both a shrine for the grave they disturbed and a resting place for other evil spirits to join with the Hairy Man in torturing the living. As word spread of the family’s strange behavior, and the events of Halloween that were stranger still, local residents simply began referring to the house as the Terror on Two Jacks. Many children and adults come to pay homage to the Hairy Man and most accept, and survive, the challenge of entering the labyrinth of evil spirits that springs forth in the garage each year.’

 

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Deadly Fantasies Silent Nightmare (Johnston, RI)
‘Enter a world where the evil scientist Malfadar has transformed people’s nightmares and fears into his own world of deadly fantasies.’

 

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The Plaque Haunted Hospital (Little Rock, AK)
‘We had so much fun last year terrifying people….. we had a few old patients and some new patients…. we’re DYING to see you again this year…..’

 

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Spooky Bottom Haunted Trail (Seagrove, NC)
‘Spooky Bottom Haunted Trail is an old school, backwoods-themed haunt that brings the feeling of true horror alive with every step you take. Prepare to be terrified by a backwoods horror experience like never before! Step right up and get ready to scream your lungs out at the most spine-chilling haunted attraction around. Our backwoods themed haunted attraction is 100% original and will leave you with an unforgettable experience that you will be talking about for days. With one mile of cabins, houses, mine shafts, swamps, villages and the most haunting woods you have ever encountered, full of bone-chilling insanity that will have you running for the car!!.’

 

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Anmore Manor (Anmore, BC, Canada)
‘Anmore Manor is a normal-looking house at 1151 Robin Way in Anmore (near Port Moody) most days of the year. On the last few days of October, however, it turns into an amazingly gruesome haunted house! It’s worth driving out to see!’

 

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Dreadful Duplicity (Lakeland, FL)
‘As All Hollows Eve arrives, something starts to conjure at the Cornelius Farm but be warned, this isn’t Old McDonald’s farm. Will you be able to survive the tricks or treats from the maniacs? Once they see you, there is no escape! The farm has been abandoned for years but, there’s been strange happenings and eerie sightings as the maniacs run wild. Join us down on the farm this All Hallows’ Eve, if you dare!’

 

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Literally, A Haunted House (Lexington, KY)
‘Beginning September 29th, the Institute is accepting new patients. Every visitor gets a consultation with the Head Doctor. Sure, her methods may be unorthodox but she promises that you will leave the Institute forever changed …’

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Pleasure. Yes, we finished the edit. We’re sending it to the festival today, and fingers very crossed, and thanks. I’ve never even seen a fake spiderweb or cardboard skull in anyone’s window here, it’s grim. Oh, no, did love cure you? He better have. Love giving the mosquitos in my apartment the ability and burning desire to commit suicide, G. ** David Ehrenstein, I agree. ** Misanthrope, Oh, you’re one of those. I’m more like a sleeping touchpad. Condolences on the Powerball loss. Big condolences. Fuck those losers who won’t go to Trail of Terror Cornstalkers. (Except your mother, of course). Wtf is wrong with them?! ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi. I don’t think I know Teresa Plana. I’ll investigate. Hemingway, interesting. I haven’t read him in years, but I do remember thinking he really knew his way around a sentence. ‘The Killers’: On it. ** Charalampos, Hi. I was merely the messenger, but thank you. There’s one section of the film that’s lengthy, and we liked it but did wonder if it’s length would cause problems, and that’s the section the festival identified, so we knew what to do. And, honestly, the film is only improved by being tighter in that area. Glad your book building is going well. I can’t really say much more about the sigil thing because if a sigil is identified, it supposedly loses its power. So, I guess you’ll have to imagine, Sorry. Love back from Paris where it just stopped raining not three seconds ago. ** Jack Skelley, Back when I was into/following the Dodgers closely, their last minute collapse was as predictable as death and taxes. Alas. ‘Myth Lab’ works conceptually, and it also has a really nice, terse sound/rhythm. And, you know, it’s funny. Lurve, me. ** Nick., Hi. Go for it. Wow, thank you. You just made me, what do they say, burst my buttons. I like reading you on magic. The magic infuses your prose, it seems to me. Do you know what Pixy Stix are? The American (junk) food store here in Paris had some for sale, and I poured about five of them down my throat, remembering why I used to love them and also why I stopped loving them. The same store will start selling American Halloween candy this weekend, and I’m going over there with a wad of cash in my mitt. Otherwise, just a very good pain chocolat. You and candy … what’s your relationship like of late? ** Don Waters, Don! Wow, it’s been ages. It’s so extremely nice to see you! And, gosh, man, thank you so much about ‘I Wished’. That means a ton, not to mention coming from you. I’m pretty big on land art. I’ve done a bunch of road trips from LA especially designed to see as much land art as possible. I actually almost got to visit City about, oh, four years ago. Someone got Heizer to agree that my friend Zac and I could visit it, and we drove all the way over there, and he changed his mind at the last minute. Mercurial fella. But now I guess it’s out of his hands. I’m dying to go. Have you gone? I did do a City post here. Let me see how old the post is, and maybe I’ll restore it if it isn’t too recent. Man, how are you? What are you doing and working on? Catch me up if you feel like it. In any case, awesome to get to see you, and big hugs from Paris and me. ** Steve Erickson, Unfortunately the Autechre show isn’t until April, but I figured better safe than sorry, tickets-wise. I haven’t seen the McKamey Manor doc, weirdly. I’ll check it out, old news or not. Oh, yeah, Miasma. Big hype on that one. So not so sure it lives up, based on the evidence I’ve seen. Everyone, Mr. E reviews Justine Triet’s film ‘Anatomy of a Fall’ here. ** Darbilly 🐖👨‍🌾, Hi. I just received a Halloween guest post made by someone who calls themself SuperficeShel. I’m not sure why that sprang to mind right now. I’m sadly a person who, if I don’t get 8 hours of sleep a night, am completely wasted and miserable. You have a tough body, which is, you know, great. Avoid pneumonia though. That makes sense about you going to an all girls school facilitating that revelation somehow. I went to an all boys school, and I think that definitely facilitated my realisation that I was queer. Mm, when I was still a teen, my mom would try to sneak meat into my food thinking I would eat it and she could say, ‘Ah ha, you just ate meat’, but I could smell it, so it never worked. I don’t think anyone has dared me to eat meat no. Strange, I guess. I love cauliflower “nuggets”. I think cauliflower is very underrated. Cauliflower burgers are delicious too. Very best of luck with your crops and pigs until Tuesday if I don’t see you before. It would be nice to have a crop. I don’t anywhere to put it, but … Love to you and yours! ** Cody Goodnight, Hi, Cody, I’m good, and you? Today … sending off the new cut of our film to the festival, maybe going to see some art (Mike Kelley @ Pinault Collection), maybe going to see a bunch of films at the experimental film festival here tonight, eating some unusually delicious food if I can figure out what that would be. Have a great next 24, my friend. ** Okay. And today you get my annual round up of the North American home haunts that look especially worthy to me. In hopes that either one (or more) of them is in reach of some of you or that you’re just cool with gawking like me. See you tomorrow.

Please welcome to the world … Jacques Prevel Death Poems (Infinity Land Press)

 

Jacques Prevel (1915-1951) is known for a diary he kept through the last dying years of Antonin Artaud. And for nothing else. Artaud eclipsed him in life, and obliterated him in death. Yet Prevel was also a poet, and if he chronicled the dwindling existence of Artaud as a matter of obsession, he also did so with the hope that some glimmer of light shot out from the great man would in time illuminate his own literary efforts. This hope was in vain, its trajectory as simple as it was brutal: Prevel died, and then the few who knew him promptly forgot about him. Now we have a new opportunity to despise him, and perhaps raze his memory once and for all.

Prevel produced three scant collections of poetry over his short lifetime. This book is a complete translation of the first. The last time it was published in any language was by Prevel himself, in 1945. Prior to his encounter with Artaud, Prevel was loosely associated with the writers of the Grand Jeu (René Daumal, Roger Gilbert-Lecomte) and other incendiaries like Arthur Adamov, who inhabited the demon-haunted underworld of French literature in the last century. But Prevel’s poems are darker, his themes at once more crude and more singular, the excreta of a crystalline nihilism which will affirm readers in nothing but their self-hatred. These are songs of the dying self. And this is a volume for those who believe, with Prevel, that poetry is another word for immolation.

Translated and with an introduction by Tobias Freeman
Illustrated by Karolina Urbaniak

Hardcover, 92 pages, 190 x 148mm
https://www.infinitylandpress.com/deathpoems

 

 

Extracts from the introduction
Tobias Freeman

In July 1947, four years before his death at the age of thirty-five, Jacques Prevel wrote:

I hate writing, I love only life, and through the writing which I hate because it all too often it reduces me to slavery, I am only seeking life and when I find it, it is in this feeling of omnipotence that lifts me up and returns all my power to me… I am truly reduced to a monstrous sadness. I am reduced to suffering as a man of suffering. I am always lacking what is essential. I lack air, because they have gagged me, and I breathe with more and more difficulty as I struggle.

Prevel wanted to be loved, to be read, to be recognized as the great poet that he was. In life as in death, this desire has continued to elude him with astonishing constancy. Were it not for the efforts of another great French poet, Bernard Noël, who in 1974 compiled and published a selection of Prevel’s writing, he would not even merit the slim Wikipedia entry currently devoted to him. More damning and more ignominious, those who have heard of him at all have done so only in connection with Antonin Artaud.

 

 

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Prevel is known in extremely limited circles thanks to a single book entitled In the Company of Antonin Artaud. This book, whose existence we owe to Noël though the title is Prevel’s own, consists of Prevel’s journal entries for the last two years of Artaud’s life (1946-1948), a period during which Prevel was constantly by his side. In this respect the book is a fruitful source of quotations for admirers of Artaud, especially for those (and there are many) eager to confuse his madness with his genius. So, for example, we can listen to Artaud affirming:

Awful things happened to me this morning, M. Prevel. Just a while ago a crowd of men were masturbating on me, between Syria and Lebanon.

Or:

Every time a man and a woman engage in a sexual act I feel it, they take something from me.

 

There is no need to multiply the examples. Artaud was tragically mad, and Prevel desperately sane. The most sober verdict we can bestow upon Prevel’s haphazard documentary fiction is that its oversaturated presentation of the adoring acolyte collecting the pearls scattered by the great man does not capture the master so much as caricature him. Prevel is a poor Boswell, and while there are points of interest in In the Company of Antonin Artaud, the book’s most ready audience consists of devotees who will largely escape the inconvenience of learning anything about Artaud they didn’t already know. Mainly, they will relearn that for the last years of his life Artaud was crazy, and viciously addicted to opium. At one point he wields a knife and threatens to kill Prevel if he doesn’t reply to his questions immediately. Much of the time, he dances and screams, he does combat with imaginary creatures, he writes, he sleeps fitfully. And most of all, he conspires, pleads, wrangles, and violently coerces friends and acquaintances, all of whom are bequeathed the same essential mission, namely to procure him as much laudanum as possible. In a letter in verse that Artaud wrote to Prevel on 15 September 1947, we read:

… it was in 1915 that I / for the first time / experienced the need / for opium … opium is this energy-giver / essential and without / man can do / nothing … the question is that / I need to recover / my opium, all the opium / that I need / to preserve my immortality …

Such letters proliferate like deadly bacteria in the late correspondence of Antonin Artaud.

 

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Prevel’s life was dominated by poverty, sickness, and despair. The essential statement to be made about him is not the banal observation made of so many writers that they transformed their experiences into their art. Any deep understanding of Prevel must instead begin with the admission that the horror of his interior world overpowered him, and that he lived his perpetual defeat at the hands of life through an absolutist spirituality of negation. He was not the first, and much the same thing can be said of Roger Gilbert-Lecomte, whose influence on Prevel was decisive. However, Gilbert-Lecomte achieved recognition during his short life, and even greater renown afterward. This cannot be said of Prevel. What is unique to Prevel is the encompassing totality of his abnegation. He was never spared, never cast in the light of redemption. And so the poetry we read is not an expression of his pain, but its residue, the excrescence which remains when everything in a life, in a mind and soul and a heart, is brutally wrenched from it and obliterated.

 

 

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Prevel’s poetry is an anti-poetry, and it makes more sense to call him an anti-poet rather than a poète maudit. This, for the simple reason that Prevel wrote poetry as if poetry had never been written before him. His work obeys no rules, makes no learned references, assumes no metrical forms, eschews rhyme, ignores the logic of image, neither normalizes nor innovates in matters of syntax, and lacks even the slight music sometimes attained by free verse. What Prevel wrote threatens, and then spits in the face of, the imperial canons defining what poetry is. In a poem from his second book, he writes:

What I can say is

That I’ve lived without understanding anything

That I’ve lived without looking for anything

And this has pushed me to the extreme limit

To an extreme denudation

This is as programmatic a statement as one can hope for from Prevel. It makes clear his yearning to go beyond knowledge, beyond the world, to the limits of language, and that this transcendental nihilism entails by dark necessity the erosion and eventual destruction of the self.

 

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Reading Prevel as a poet is a sterile, meaningless enterprise. Rather, reading him involves reconciling oneself in some measure to entering into his hell. It is only sitting on the lowest stool in the deepest circle of Prevel’s inferno that the reader can hope for, not intelligibility, but some faint recognition of what utter human destitution actually comes to. And this, again, without recourse to the intellectual and artistic frameworks typically employed by the reduced tribe of readers of poetry to conventionalize horror. Readers who have not known pain and suffering, readers incapable not just of dislike but of outright raw hatred, will be disappointed if not disgusted by the poetry of Jacques Prevel. He demands our atavism and by some obscene authority orders us to remove the accumulated rotting layers of our culture and thought. To read him is to take only the first teething step not beyond Eden, but just out of the pit of violence and terror that bygone philosophers glibly named the state of nature. If the argument holds that Prevel exchanged his life for poetry in a devil’s gambit, then we are not reading poetry so much as reading a human being, the flesh of the man himself stripped from his bones and laid out like printing blocks. Like the Prophet Ezekiel, we are being asked to eat the scroll, and be devastated by its bitterness in our mouths. There are no analogues, no comparisons to be made. There is just Jacques Prevel, born in 1915, dead in 1951, with a lifetime of active, muscular damnation in between. Reading Prevel is choosing, for the span of a few pages, to be damned to a very specific kind of hell.

 

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It is an open question whether Prevel’s mutilated world will attract new readers. The capitalist theology of our twilight modernity is cataphatic, in sardonic balance against the frail husks of the lives it nurtures. We want and need presence, and Prevel is all absence. In his short book on Prevel, Nicolas Rozier comments:

Prevel adored Artaud, Artaud loved Prevel like a stillborn child.

And perhaps we can say the same, now. Those who come to Prevel now, in English for the first time, will have to love him as a stillborn child, as the life that could have been, but wasn’t. They will have to read him in full consciousness of the vastness of his failure, because that is his context and his native land. We enter it like Dante’s Inferno, abandoning all hope, with the difference that we know the journey ends there, that purgatory and paradise will not follow. Hell is both the point of departure and the final destination.

 

Selected Poems

As a child I was surprised
To find myself in myself
To be someone among others
And yet being only myself.

Later I met myself
I met myself like someone supposedly dead
And who comes back one day to tell you their life story
And this dead man in me has bequeathed me his past
I have become a stranger to myself
Living through him
Responsible for his unreal and weighty message.

And Fear came
From my exile and this void around me
From the sound of my words which reached no one
And from my friendship, misunderstood and abandoned.
I’ve counted those who came
I’ve counted those who left
Those who stayed will leave.

 

 

Strange rumors
That speak of the end of time dying

We have stripped the coat off the blind
No longer on earth, no longer in heaven
It’s in us that this world is dead.
A loud bang
And the shattered stars scatter
From this death between two lives.

Torrential rain explodes
Stillborn desires that interkill
Old hopes in the shadow of pipe dreams
Cathedrals forgotten, cathedrals destroyed
Brains voided of their substance
Construction of the spirit in ruins
Days past collapsing again
Bodies seized with both hands and launched into the abyss
Chalice of blood in good company emptied to the dregs
And the frenzied waltz of a fire that never goes out.

The lost traditions
And the magical rings of spirits and of the dead
The great circles gleaming, the Demons lively.

We need to work until the end of time
We need to rediscover the Gesture and the Word.

 

 

These joys that are like pain
Let us not speak of them
we let this dead world flow out its streams
Of blood to the sea
We let the night climb and pierce the sky
With blinding night
World dark and cursed whose weight makes me rise
I load you with fear, I load you with evil
And fire that eats away at me
And I remain a man defeated on the borders of this present
Fatal and shorn of glory and of revolt.
I die slowly from living between myself
And the malediction of these useless days.

 

 

Your two presences
Alternate my pain and confound my life
And I remain immobile with my face blind and my arms dead
To pay off my dreams of the absolute that gnaw away my silence
Of an Evil which destroys me without finishing me off.
And if one of your lives calls me in the night
I die with the day of the other who eliminates me
And I return at moments equal to pains
Rejecting like the damned the choosing of any love.

 

 

I’ve suffered as much as you can in the world
But I’ve known the atrocious joy of dreaming
I’ve known the pain of erasing my face
In the fire of my reason
I’ve known the night greedy for my blood
The wind jealous of God
The wind who’s never known its voice as a child
I’ve known obscure expectation
The crowd greedy and mocking
Handing out its ghosts and drowning my memory
Tidal wave shattering my life
Through the fog of its scattered eyes
I’ve known the obsession of an evil I venerate
I’ve known the torment of doubt and its face
And its words ceasing my pain for an instant
And mistaking my night for its closed eyes.

 

 

I find myself without human form
Bloodied by my revolts and my struggles
And condemned to live dissipated existences
I find myself left to my life only
Without strength and deprived of that rest
When I lived off the insanity of our lives
And vagabond of an absent World
I drag the night with me
And the voracious pain of my dark disasters.
And my face is destroyed and my childhood in tears.
My fall is accomplished in silence
Where voices ring out torn and broken
My unrestricted fall vertiginous and without grandeur.

 

 

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Bios

Tobias Freeman teaches theology and philosophy in the south of France. He translates from French, Swedish, and Russian.

Karolina Urbaniak is a multimedia artist and co-founder of Infinity Land Press. She lives and works in London.

 

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https://www.infinitylandpress.com/

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p.s. Hey. Today the blog has the pleasure of being the chosen location of a ‘welcome to the world’ post for a collection of poetry by the nearly forgotten French poet and Antonin Artaud confidant Jacques Prevel, beautifully designed and published by the always stylish and daring Infinity Land Press. Feast and score, if you will. And thank you for the privilege, Martin and Karolina. ** Dominik, Hi!!! It’s already submitted but the festival, while saying they love the film, suggested a slight change which we totally agree with, so we’re revising a little portion of the film for them to further consider on the requested date of Friday. Halloween can not be taken too seriously, that’s my opinion. Love making Parisians take Halloween as seriously as I do, G. ** Gus Cali Girls, Hey there, Gus! Most awesome to see you! Well, Zac and I cast Ange Dargent, the star of the TMH, as one of the stars of our film based on his performance in Michael’s film, so there’s that connection. And thank you for the me-on-your-mind-edness. I’m so, so sorry to hear about friend. I’m honored that he liked my work and commented here. Death is so hateful. Really best of luck with the response to your thesis. You happy with it? And I hope your scattered project fall into place, or the ones you crave making the most. Thanks, man. Very happy to see you anytime. ** Jack Skelley, Hi. No, I’m totally bereft and crushed that I won’t make it to LA for Halloween. This film will not just let go of my steerage right now. Ugh. And missing Ben’s show to boot. I just saw the Dodgers got trounced, hugs. Sadly, that’s kind of classic Dodgers for you. You’re ‘finished’? Awesome, even in quotes. I have to say the words ‘Myth Lab’ made me happy. Love from all of me. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi. That assignment sounds highly doable and very ‘you’ as well, no? So cool. What’s the assigned reading? ** Florian S. Fauna, Hey, Florian! Hey, buddy! My Halloween plans are pretty fucked because I can’t go to LA aka the Kingdom of Halloween this year and will be stuck here where the poor level of Halloween celebration makes Valentines Day seem like Xmas. I saw you were in LA on social media. Nice! I remember the great pleasure of getting to hang with you there years ago. ‘Analog horror’, how so? I mean ‘analog’ in what sense? Sounds exciting, whether form it’s in. ** Toniok, I did glance at info on ‘Moffie’, and, yes, it looked pretty avoidable. I’ll stay away from ‘Close’ too, thank you. The big annual experimental film festival here just started, so I’m going to see as much of that as I can. ‘A Voice Through a Cloud’ is great. The issue with it is, as you may know, Welch died while writing it. The first large chunk of it is incredible, his best work, but then you can see him fading out in the writing, and then it just stops dead because he died. But, yes, it’s an amazing novel. ** Darbilly 🐖👨‍🌾, So rural! Film goes well. We’ve been editing down just a bit and that’s been a plus, and now we’ll see what the festivals think. So, it’s, like, waiting to see if big good things happen. I think I eat plant based meat all the time. I’ve been vegetarian since I was fifteen. I really, really don’t like the fake meat that simulates meat taste and ‘bloodiness’. I tried one of those burgers, and I almost vomited. Right, of course, all the learning and materials stuff you need to do the sculpture. Duh. Well, here’s to all of that’s availability. Your instincts with clay seem pretty topnotch, pal. Yeah, whenever I’ve looked at info sites about cannibalism, the advice is always to not eat the dead person’s brain or risk all kinds of fatal health stuff. Oh, gosh, I don’t remember where that ass/brain thing came from. My weird brain, obviously, but I can’t remember what might’ve triggered the thought. Nice prop. I’d shoplift it. ** 2Moody, That does please me, yes. I’m doing a Lucio Fulci Day in about a week and a half. You want to take about gore, lordy. Choir Boy … sounds vaguely familiar. I’ll have to go check. My gut instinct is that ‘shy’, silent vampires are probably the most successful. And probably hottest too. And, yes, Derek’s post was a storehouse. Read his books if you haven’t. ‘Castle Faggot’ first maybe. Hm, I do get the Friday deadline pleasure now that you mention it. Huh, interesting. Things are okay with the film other than money deprivation. I think we nailed an even better new cut yesterday. We’ll see. So, no need to be cathartic or whine about that stuff right now, but I’ll take a rain check on your open ears, thank you! ** Nick., Nice about Arca. No surprise. I’m going to start checking my local listings. I just scored a ticket to see Autechre. I’ve never seen them live before, and I’m massively excited. I was actually really interested ins chaos magic when I was writing part of the cycle. My novel ‘Guide’ is a sigil even. So there’s some magic in there somewhere. Oh, you can plant my titles in as provocative a place(s) as you like. I’m no prude, ha ha. The film work is fun. It probably doesn’t look like fun from the outside, but it actually really is. Editing is my favorite thing to do even or even especially in my writing. Thanks, sir. How was your day? ** Cody Goodnight, Hi, Cody. I’m pretty good, thank you. You sound good. I will watch ‘Messiah of Evil’, I promise, Maybe even today if the internet gods provide. It’s kind of a day off from the film today, or sort of, so I don’t know what I’ll do. Hm. I hope your day + night was a delightful shebang. ** Right. You already know what’s in front of you, so please make fast or slow work of it. Thanks! See you tomorrow.

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