Lately I've been staying up late and dying for no apparent reason. I've been having queer and brummagem dreams.
I really want the Books Of Blood, By Clive Barker.
I'm going to stop by the used book store to get it.
Honestly, as far as modern authors go, Barker is not only intelligent, but he's ingenius. His ideas are novel compared t his peers, and even the great Stephen King has said that Barker "makes the rest of us look like we have been asleep for ten years."
His work delves into the realms of Horror, dealing with subjects like sadomasochism, catholicism, psychopathia, and revenge. He has ghosts, demons, creatures, serial killers, and more twists than one of my favorite film makers, Midnight Shyamalan. His films, and art are inspiring as well. It is a sad disappointment that this man is 55 years old and homosexual, because I would gladly throw myself at him, just by his sheer genius.
Also, Sandman is addicting. It really is "comics for intellectuals."
I'm probably the only person at my school who is into graphic novels. (And I mean real ones, not manga.) I honestly think I won t lend my Sandman out though, to anyone. I like keeping things that mean a lot to me, and frankly, these have been a great source of inspiration.
I've always been a fan of Neil Gaiman, from his fantasy books, like Coraline and Stardust, to his graphic novels, to his films. His character development alone is enough for anyone to admire the man.
I have to re-read a couple okay books for my English 4 AP class. I'm really glad that it's just a journal, and not some lengthy "find all of the ostentatious words and every simile and then hang yourself from your ceiling lamp."
As of music, well, my own has come along greatly. I have always had a knack for lyrics, because I've always been a poet. Now, the piano, on the other hand, is a hard beast to tame. I'm not for taming it to be quite frank, but I'm sure it's an amiable friend. We have tea every morning, and dinner every night. Now, speaking of instruments as friends, I'm about to rekindle a friendship with something that has haunted me for years after I have parted ways. My violin. Honestly, to think f the violin as a friend, for me, is a lie. More like an ex-lover. I'm really thinking about picking it, Him, up again, and seeing how this all fits within my creative plane.
As for other peoples music, I have lightly embraces good hearted music like the pixie-queen, Bjork, and the Art-Rock intellectuals, Talking Heads. They are slightly inspirational, but I am looking from afar, as to not latch onto their being and be a carbon copy.
I need to find inspiring people. A motley of beings who will bring me dreams.