Csigás Gábor: bibliográfia / bibliography

[nem teljes bibliográfia / an incomplete bibliography]

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden’d air

“Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden’d air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.

Once meek, and in a perilous path,
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death.
Roses are planted where thorns grow,
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees.

Then the perilous path was planted:
And a river and a spring
On every cliff and tomb:
And on the bleached bones
Red clay brought forth.

Till the villain left the paths of ease,
To walk in perilous paths, and drive
The just man into barren climes.

Now the sneaking serpent walks
In mild humility,
And the just man rages in the wilds
Where lions roam.

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden’d air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.”

- The Argument (Plate 2) from William Blake’s
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

5 years ago

If David Lynch directed Dirty Dancing (a mashup)

I like mashups. Especially the darkly funny ones, like this video. But unfunny ones (like the one I wrote not too long ago) can be kinda okay too. Someday I’d like to see a Naked Gun (starring Leslie Nielsen as Frank Drebin) vs. Twin Peaks mashup. Or a Nielsen vs the Harry Potter universe one. Hm.

Merry Xmas to all (and a gift)

A “slightly Lovecraftian” fantasy Xmas wallpaper for the new “Conjuring Winter” theme of endless.hu.

Clicking this image takes you to its deviantArt page where you can download either simply the 1024×768px version (by clicking the thumbnail there), or a zip file that contains both the 1024x and a 1280×1024 version (to get this, you have to click “download” to the left of the preview image there.)

Merry Xmas, Happy Holidays and so on to you all, and thanks for keeping up with this rather irregular blog here. :)

The original journal entry from Dracula

For those of you who wonder, here’s the original journal entry from Stoker’s Dracula, the one that I’ve rewritten – trying to mimick the style of Carver – for the boingboing contest (and posted here previously):

JONATHAN HARKER’S JOURNAL

4 October.–When I read to Mina, Van Helsing’s message in the phonograph, the poor girl brightened up considerably. Already the certainty that the Count is out of the country has given her comfort. And comfort is strength to her. For my own part, now that his horrible danger is not face to face with us, it seems almost impossible to believe in it. Even my own terrible experiences in Castle Dracula seem like a long forgotten dream. Here in the crisp autumn air in the bright sunlight.

Alas! How can I disbelieve! In the midst of my thought my eye fell on the red scar on my poor darling’s white forehead. Whilst that lasts, there can be no disbelief. Mina and I fear to be idle, so we have been over all the diaries again and again. Somehow, although the reality seem greater each time, the pain and the fear seem less. There is something of a guiding purpose manifest throughout, which is comforting. Mina says that perhaps we are the instruments of ultimate good. It may be! I shall try to think as she does. We have never spoken to each other yet of the future. It is better to wait till we see the Professor and the others after their investigations.

The day is running by more quickly than I ever thought a day could run for me again. It is now three o’clock.