Where the chilly winds don’t blow

The Kid Next Door

Name: Sandy Grit

School: General Elementary Vocational, Taylor

Grade:5

3 Questions:

What is one thing most people don’t know about you?

I guess about the voices.

Where in the world would you most like to go and why?

California, because there are a lot of celebrities out there I could take care of.

What was the happiest day of your life?

The day the voices told me how to take care of my parents real good.

 

On that note, we’ll be taking a brief hiatus from broadcasting RADIOFREEUBU.

I’m going down south

I’m going down south

Where the chilly winds don’t blow.

I have important meetings with Uncle Walt, Mickey M., Capt. Sparrow and Madame Leota.

Talk to ya in a week.

YR PAL,

UBU

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Fiat

 

By judicial fiat

I drank the poison

And now I’m

In my old house

Vertiginously

Awaiting death

 

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Prom Night

 

Prom night

It’s happening again

What’s the rush

The soul attains

Between your

Thighs

 

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The Tale of Three Movies

 

Just so they don’t kick me out of Ann Arbor I’ll preface by saying I did spend a month watching all the Oscar movies and was turned on by a lot of excellent flicks like The Wrestler, but come February Hollywood serves up different fare.

But I like horror movies, and nowadays that includes or almost even largely means slasher movies. I mean look around you at Halloween – there are as many Freddies, Jasons, and Scream dudes as there are ghosts and witches. (I do draw the line at "torture porn" like the Saw series). Recently my son and I took in a few modern horror movies and you, lucky reader, are soon to hear what I thought of them.

The first one we saw was My Bloody Valentine 3-D. I do love the latest 3-D process. I first got a glimpse of it at Disney World a few years ago and it really is jaw dropping. From the first projectile eye-ball the movie makes full use of the possibilities it affords the genre, from projectiles aimed at the audience to various gore fragments showering over their heads. Rather than the occasional special effect of the old days, the new effect is constant, and, even when there’s nothing obvious hurtling out of the screen, brings out a deep focus and hyper-reality that serves even the quieter moments, and, indeed, would be a worthy tool in the hands of a gifted, "serious" film maker more interested in atmosphere than spectacle.

My Bloody Valentine also followed the conventions of the continuing slasher genre in also taking advantage of new advances in special effects. The killings were gorier and more gruesomely inventive than ever before. A little gratuitous nudity is also a traditional feature and the movie gets it out of the way in an almost parodic way in one of the most extended non-sexual nude scenes I’ve ever seen. Also true to form the killer, although possibly supernatural, was not, and there was a mystery element in play, with a bunch of suspects and a fairly neat twist at the end. Although lacking in originality or outstanding acting, My Bloody Valentine 3-D proved a worthy addition to the field and a great reason to spend a little time eating popcorn. Because of the glasses, there is a price surcharge, but it also defeats the usual midmovie multiplex movie crashers who can only see a blurred screen without them. I’d give it three out of four stars for a solid effort.

The Asian horror movie wave has revitalized American horror, directing it in more subtle and supernatural directions. The Ring was a great chiller that grew from eastern roots and The Uninvited is another. Unhurried and atmospheric, it’s brilliantly constructed, written, and acted and has a twist for the ages. I loved this movie and was genuinely terrified during it. It tweaks the conventions of both ghost and slasher movies and gains momentum as it rocks to that kick ass end. I even rented the original Korean version A Tale of Two Sisters from the fabulous Liberty Street Video , but, like the original Ring, found it inferior to the domestic product. The Uninvited even got the grudgingly good reviews the mainstream media grants horror movies and it deserves to be a honking big hit, which it evidently is not. A lovin’ four stars from UBU for this one.

And what is a honking big hit? Why Friday the 13th of course, and it’s by far the worst of the lot. Witless, indifferently acted and directed, it doesn’t even play the gross out game. The actual killings are not much beyond eighties quality and there’s a surprisingly low body count. I guess topless waterskiing is a new twist but even the gratuitous nudity is kind of icky, along with a puzzling obsession with marijuana and masturbation. There are very few black humor chuckles or whoa visceral reactions, and no real plot twists, remaining totally predictable to the end. In the final accounting, all it really has going for it is the iconic sight of Jason strapping on that Hockey mask and lifting his machete. It’s sort of like famous brand fast food – people don’t really go there for good eats, but because they know what they’re getting. A star and a half at best.

And that’s it for UBU at the movies, the main conclusion being that you better hustle and see The Uninvited before it disappears, because fear comes out best in a darkened theater full of strangers….

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Happy VD!

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The UBU Awards

 

And the UBU award for the least likely protagonist in a gritty, urban thriller goes to…

 

PLAY: "EARTH AND SKY"

3 p.m., Ann Arbor Civic Theatre. Ann Arbor Civic Theatre’s Studio Series presents a gritty, urban thriller about a librarian whose new lover is found dead. Cost $10-$15.

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Quote Bag: Strangeness to Beauty

Begging him to wait a few moments, she stepped under the tree, looked up with an ineffable smile, and poured many roses out of her apron on the grass. She kneeled quietly beside it, but soon arose again and led the pilgrim away.

With what assurance a poet can follow the promptings of his inspiration, or, if he is also possessed of a super mundane sense, follow higher beings and surrender to his calling with childlike humility.

– Novalis

 

In everyone’s life there is something implacable.

– Ruth Sawtell Wallis

 

A liberation of the less conscious levels of the mind, an intoxicating dreaming.

– F. L. Lucas

 

The addition of strangeness to beauty.

– Walter Pater

 

A quest for wonders: fascination with the mysterious, the fantastic, the magical and the supernatural, but also with manifestations of the subconscious, dreams, hypnotism, somnambulism, clairvoyance, madness.

– Helene Scher

 

This, combined with the rustling of the birches at the window and the song of a distant nightingale, made such an odd mixture that it never felt as if I was awake but seemed instead as if I were sinking into another, even stranger, dream.

The most marvelous things mingled with the most ordinary, the world around him was enchanted, and he was incapable of a single thought, a single memory.

– Ludwig Tieck

 

Art displays the absolute balance between unconscious and conscious activity which is otherwise not possible in experience and which is thinkable only in infinity. It is only in art that the sensual and spiritual worlds merge…

– Oskar Walzel

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Crime Beat: Chicken and Dumpings

 

DETROIT

Who dumped all that chicken?

Investigators are trying to determine who dumped a ton of frozen chicken on a city street.

Police called the city’s Department of Public Works at 3:30 p.m. when they discovered about 30 boxes on Livernois, just south of Fort. DPW Deputy Director Ron Brundidge said Monday the boxes indicated the chicken was packed in 2008 in North Carolina.

"Our environmental affairs department is trying to determine how the chicken got from that point to ending up on a street in the city of Detroit," Brundidge said.

 

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Quote Bag: holy

 

holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss!

– Allen Ginsberg

 

 

I awakened more and more and ardent longing

For deeper and a total intermingling

Grew more intense with every passing moment.

Sweet lust is of my life the fountainhead.

I am the midpoint and the holy spring

Whence every stormy longing gushes forth

And whither every longing, being broken

Returns again to restful quietude.

– Novalis

 

 

Then came a voice from heaven saying, Fear not, Thecla, my faithful servant, for I am with you. Look and see the place which is opened for you; there your eternal abode shall be, and there you will receive the beatific vision.

The blessed Thecla looked and saw the rock opened to as large a degree as that a man might enter in. She did as she was commanded, bravely fled from the vile crew, and went into the rock, which instantly closed so that there was not a crack visible where it had opened.

The men stood perfectly astonished at so prodigious a miracle and had no power to detain Thecla, but only caught hold of her veil, or hood, and tore off a piece of it.

And even that was by the permission of God…

– The Acts of Paul and Thecla

 

 

To master the irrational, to govern it freely according to its own laws is the ultimate purpose of humanity. This purpose is quite unattainable and must forever remain so if man is not to cease being human and to become divine. But he can and must approach this goal; hence the never-ending approach to this goal is the true destiny of humanity.

– Johann Gottlieb Fichte

 

 

The infinite was thus, according to the romantic creed, demanded and mentally encompassed by reason, made finite in poetry, and experienced in love. It was the creed of a yearning which, about to soar into illimitable spaces beyond mere temporal existence, could, nevertheless, find twofold satisfaction in this world: in love and in poetry.

In love and poetry the temporal embraced the eternal, the finite the infinite. The romantic ironist became a prophet and a seer.

– Oskar Walzel

 

 

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Mulberry Wood

 

Mulberry Wood

 

You have stepped out

Onto the green field

You have stepped out

With pure white sneakers

And laces of the rainbow

You have stepped out

In Black Watch plaid with

A stick of Mulberry wood

You have stepped out

With a shining headband

Catching the rays of the sun

You have stepped out

In the midst of plenty

And suburban comfort

You have stepped out

 

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