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Book of Days: Volume I
January February March April
May June July August
September October November December
 
September Days
 
1 Manhunt
2 Living Dead Dolls: collectible art!
3 Illusionary Skulls in Modern Art
4 video: Un Chien Andalou - Surreal Horror
5 'Nymphs and Satyr' by Bouguereau
6 Visions of Vampirella
7 video: The Grudge 2
8 video: The Covenant
9 'Dante and Virgil in Hell' by Bouguereau
10 'Elegy' by Bouguereau
11 'All Saint's Day' by Bouguereau
12 video: Nightmare Man with Tiffany Shepis
13 H. P. Lovecraft: The Horror of Cthulhu
14 "Lamia" by Herbert James Draper - 1909
15 "The Creature from the Black Lagoon"
16 The girl who created "The Creature"
17 The girl at the tomb
18 Bernini's "Apollo and Daphne"
19 The Art of Jason Beam
20 Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
21 Anita Berber: Priestess of the Depraved
22 movie trailer: "The Prestige"
23 "The Temptation of Sir Percival"
24 "Syrinx" by Arthur Hacker
25 "Vale or Farewell" by Arthur Hacker
26 "Clyties of the Mist" by Herbert Draper
27 "Lament for Icarus" by Herbert Draper
28 "The Little Ghost"
29 The Exorcist and the Demon Pazuzu
30 The funniest "Thriller" out of India
 
 
September 28, 2006
 
'The Little Ghost' by Edna St Vincent Millay
I knew her for a little ghost
   That in my garden walked;
The wall is high -- higher than most --
   And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that
   Till after she was gone --
I knew her by the broad white hat,
   All ruffled, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
   By her small hands that hung
In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
   Her gown's white folds among.

I watched to see if she would stay,
   What she would do -- and oh!
She looked as if she liked the way
   I let my garden grow!

She bent above my favourite mint
   With conscious garden grace,
She smiled and smiled
                         -- there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.

She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show,
And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.

And where the wall is built in new
   And is of ivy bare
She paused
    -- then opened and passed through
   A gate that once was there.

Edna St Vincent Millay is known as one of the more notorious free spirits of her time.

Her affairs were many, with both men and women, and her fame and popularity as a poet showered her with the kind of adulation we confer upon rock stars today.

Her passion for living is expressed in the immortal line of her poem:

"My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -- It gives a lovely light!"

 
 
 
                                                                                        
           
 
 
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