After five years of life, Stan Swanson of Dark Moon Books and Dark Moon Digest has sold the majority of his share of the digest to Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing. It is unclear yet what the future will hold for Dark Moon Books, but Perpetual Motion Machine will now be the sole publisher of Dark Moon Digest, the horror quarterly that first launched in October 2010.
Walking with you on the dark street,
between tenement rows,
tall and dark and sinister,
abandoned to the dream of fire,
the reality of rats,
human or beast,
half seen in shadow,
darts into an alley ahead—
is he waiting for us?
is he afraid of us?
we stop momentarily—
should we keep going?
should we turn on our heels and retreat?
how odd that I should ask myself this
when I step out with the devil.
John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published or upcoming in The Lyric, Vallum the science fiction anthology, The Kennedy Curse, Bryant Literary Magazine, Natural Bridge, Southern California Review and the Oyez Review.
It was once commonly held that The Lord of the Rings was unfilmable. Peter Jackson and his team writers, co-directors and special effects artists proved the misconception of that: The Lord of the Rings was only unfilmable in terms of the limitations of technology, never in terms of the story itself. However, there are stories that are far more problematic than others to translate to a visual medium.
Abstract or surrealist works such as House of Leaves, stories which contain images and concepts that are almost exclusively literary in nature, such as Clive Barker’s Imajica, Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books (the various adaptations that exist of which are all problematic).
It has been said that one of the greatest fears next to death and public speaking is the fear of the unknown. I don’t like public speaking, that’s for sure, but the unknown can certainly be a pretty damn frightening thing to behold. Sit there and really think about being dead. Maybe you believe in something beyond, perhaps religion, maybe reincarnation, maybe you think you’ll come back as a tree or a muskrat or something. I don’t know what the hell lies beyond, but if I seriously consider the implications I get pretty freaked out. Let’s face it, any one of us could go at any second, thrust into that great unknown. Are you ready?