Wednesday, November 6, 2013

KNIGHTS OF LORE SERIES: SIR GAWAINE & THE GREEN KNIGHT


Sir Gawaine, a fabled member of Arthur’s Round Table, was the epitome of chivalry, loyalty and honor. Perhaps more than any other knight, Gawaine served King Arthur in a manner that was good for the kingdom, even though it may be terrible for him. But with Kharma playing a role, Gawaine always turned around the negativity to be blessed with great fortune.

One tale of Gawaine that caught my eye was of his marriage. It starts innocently enough, with King Arthur roaming the wilderness at the bequest of a damsel in distress. It seems that an evil knight had taken her lover captive. When Arthur reaches the knight’s castle and challenges him, he finds that the castle grounds are enchanted. He becomes weak and yields.

Rather than slay Arthur, the knight offers him a bargain. If Arthur comes back in one year and answers a riddle he may keep his kingdom. If not, the knight wins it. Arthur accepts the terms and leaves.

When his time runs out, Arthur returns to the knight’s castle but is saddened because he doesn’t know the answer to the riddle. An ugly hag happens across him just as he is about to pay his penance and tells him the answer to the riddle.

Arthur enters the knight’s enchanted lair and is asked by the knight, “What is the one thing woman desire most?” Arthur replies with what the hag told him, “Women desire to have their will.” Arthur wins the bet and keeps his kingdom. However, the ugly hag had charged him a price for the answer. And that price was for Arthur to have one of his knights marry her.

Upon learning of Arthur’s plight, his nephew, Sir Gawaine accepts the terms and volunteers to marry the hag. He soon regrets it though because she is so hideous. He hides from her most of the time until she finally corners him and tells him that her ugliness was a curse and she had to do two things to rid herself of it, one of which was marrying a knight. She tells him that she can be beautiful half the time, either by day or night and he has to choose which. He chooses day so she can be happy mingling with Arthur’s court. This removes the other have of the evil enchantment and she becomes beautiful forever.

The other Sir Gawaine tale that I fell in love with, is perhaps the best known of the Gawaine fables. This one is called Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight. As the story goes, a great Green Knight happens upon Camelot during festival and challenges any knight to strike him once today, only to have the Green Knight repay the strike in one year. Sir Gawaine answers the challenge and beheads the Green Knight with an axe.

Unfazed, the Green Knight bends down, picks up his head, mounts his steed and warns Gawaine that they will meet again in one year to finish the bargain.

When the year is nearly up, Sir Gawaine travels to the Green Knight’s castle only to find the route dangerous and desolate. Happening upon another castle, the knight within welcomes Gawaine. After a meal and drinks, he offers Gawaine another bargain. He shall hunt the next day and give Gawaine whatever he kills. In return Gawaine must give the knight whatever he receives during the day in return.

When the knight leaves, his wife tries to seduce the honorable Sir Gawaine, but he refuses her advances. He does, however, kiss her. When the knight returns he gives Gawaine his kill and the knight’s wife gives him a kiss. This goes on for a couple of days before the lady offers Gawaine a golden ring for sleeping with her. He refuses. Finally she offers him her magickal green girdle, enchanted with the power of keeping its owner from physical harm.

Not wanting to offend the lady, and realizing this could keep him from being killed by the Green Knight, he accepts it. But when the knight returns, his wife gives him kisses that she earlier gave Gawaine, but he doesn’t give him, or even mention, the enchanted girdle.

Emboldened, the next day he heads of to the nearby castle of the Green Knight. When the Green Knight hauls back his axe he stops short of dealing a fatal blow and Gawaine flinches, not believing in the power of the girdle. The Green Knight chastises him and accuses him of cowardice, thus shaming Sir Gawaine.

On his next try, the Green Knight barely touches Gawaine’s neck, leaving a small cut. Seeing the bargain has been met, and the magick of the girdle saved him, Gawaine exults in himself. The Green Knight however has tricked him. He removes his helmet and reveals himself to be the knight whose lady gave him the girdle. It was all a test, and Gawaine failed.

Sir Gawaine kept the girdle and wore it as a reminder of this failure of his basic values. When he returned to Camelot and told his tale, the other knights were so inspired that they too began wearing green sashes on their armor.



I have included a copy of this epic poem by Yvor Winters:

Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight
BY YVOR WINTERS
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,   
Green as a bough of yew the beard;   
He bent his head, and so I smote;   
Then for a thought my vision cleared.

The head dropped clean; he rose and walked;
He fixed his fingers in the hair;
The head was unabashed and talked;   
I understood what I must dare.

His flesh, cut down, arose and grew.   
He bade me wait the season’s round,   
And then, when he had strength anew,   
To meet him on his native ground.

The year declined; and in his keep   
I passed in joy a thriving yule;   
And whether waking or in sleep,   
I lived in riot like a fool.

He beat the woods to bring me meat.   
His lady, like a forest vine,
Grew in my arms; the growth was sweet;   
And yet what thoughtless force was mine!

By practice and conviction formed,   
With ancient stubbornness ingrained,   
Although her body clung and swarmed,   
My own identity remained.

Her beauty, lithe, unholy, pure,   
Took shapes that I had never known;   
And had I once been insecure,
Had grafted laurel in my bone.

And then, since I had kept the trust,   
Had loved the lady, yet was true,   
The knight withheld his giant thrust   
And let me go with what I knew.

I left the green bark and the shade,   
Where growth was rapid, thick, and still;   
I found a road that men had made   
And rested on a drying hill.



Tuesday, October 29, 2013

OMINOUS 13 SERIES: DARK POEt & HALLOWEEN GURU RICH ORTH

13 Ominous Questions with Dark Fiction POEt/Halloween guru Rich Orth



You have a poem, ‘My Night as Poe’ hanging in the Poe Cottage in the Bronx, New York. Very impressive! Tell us how that came about?

The POEm is contained in a time capsule within the walls of the Cottage.   This was the home in which his beloved, Virginia, succumbed to consumption. Words cannot express the honor of my name even mentioned in the same breath as Poe.  As for how it came to be, I came across mention of the contest…I sent in 2 entries.  I was told City By The Sea was a 1st place winner.  What a thrill to visit another Poe House(been to Philly’s many times and Baltimore’s once) and to share the moment with Cait was amazing.  When my daughter Cait and I arrived there was a twist...I am asked if I want to read my poem aloud.  I agree to this(hate reciting)and they hand me the copy and it is My Night as Poe..I state quickly that this is not the winner..I was then told both were chosen and either one was a 1st place finisher…very cool!  I made many friends that day and have collaborated with 3 since…Juan Borona , Berenice Wakefield and Levi Lionel Leland.  Juan is a choreographer, Berenice, an author and poet and Levi, an amazing young artist!

You have your own compilation book out, POEtry Girls. What inspired you to bring this to life?

I have written forevermore and finally met the right person to bring the project to fruition!  James Ward Kirk has a publishing  company…JWK Publishing.  We worked together on several Splatterpunk Saints projects and since he was a fan and an accomplished writer himself, it was a no-brainer.  I chose poems from 1983 til literally 2 days prior to publication...and it seems to have worked very well…Thanks also to Alexander Kautz for his original artwork on the cover and within the pages, Mike Jansen for his editing..William Cook for cover  graphics....Eric Roth for his photo…Erica Schneider for her artwork..and lastly my LoraLee and Caitie for taking so many cool photos over the years and putting up with me!



We both share a love of Edgar Allan Poe. Is he your main inspiration for writing dark poetry?
Poe is what inspired me…EAP is the Gothic God….all other pale in comparison!  His darkness  too often causes many to delve into the Romanticism.   Ok, maybe that is just me!  Also kudos to Hammer, AIP, Amiscus & Universal Films and James Douglas Morrison.

There are many great old movies inspired by Poe. I love them, especially the ones done with Vincent Price. Some stray far from the original story though. As a Poe fan, do you think these give an honest representation of his work?
 
As a Poe fan…anything Poe that brings someone into the fold is worthwhile.  I have heard many Poe aficionados hated Cusack as Edgar, but I saw it as many getting to live Poe for the first time.  By doing so I hope they revisit EAP’s work!

You’ve done some work with an upstart Heavy Metal band called Demon Boy. How did you hook up with them and what’s that experience been like?

DemonBoy and I have been friends for a few years.  He liked my poem Cemetery Girl!  After some time DB asked me to do some work on the tune he had come up with for my 2 poems..The Lonely and Cemetery Girl……………….We have since written Zombie Dance and This Halloween..and have at least 7 others in the works…DB is a perfect storm for me..He is in the “vein” of Cooper & Rob Zombie..Manson & Wednesday  13…He’s been  spit out of heaven…kicked out of HELL!!

Do you get to perform with them at all?

I am merely a lyricist …..but I have gotten to introduce them on stage..what a RUSH!!

Your day job is District Manager for Halloween Adventure. That sounds like a great job. Did you start at the bottom and work your way up?
 
This year they expunged the DM role.  I did get a superstore in NJ.   I had worked for them from 97-99. Then I worked for a company that was all about corporate insanity..I got a concussion and was fired for non performance..Halloween Adventure brought me back..they realized what my true capabilities were..after my respite that took many months I was ok except for permanent vertigo! And to my past company.. &^#$ you!

What’s the craziest costume request you’ve seen over the years?
    
I talked a stripper into being a clown….She asked what to be..all the usual suspects were taken..and apparently the clown idea worked!

When is the best time to buy a Halloween costume, when the season first starts, closer to the actual holiday or after it’s over and the markdowns happen?

Always buy early…………but we do our best to have as much stock as possible till the end!  Markdowns depend on companies!

Your wife, the lovely Loralee, lists Photographer/Creative Consultant at Orth Chronicles Poetry on her Facebook page. Is she the one responsible for all the cool pics we see of you?
  
Lora, my daughter Cait and I take most pics!   Without their support, I am nothing!

It must be great to have that kind of support.  Is she the ‘Sharon’ to your ‘Ozzy’?
   
She is there to keep me on the straight and narrow!  Lora is the inspiration for a majority of my writes!



You seem to be a big dog lover. How many do you have?
   
I have 2 rescues…  My Siberian is Sobe..Sobe is God..he survived a stroke..we rehabilitated him..Truly Sobe did it all…God I love him,,,,,,,,,Ligeia is a German Shepherd,  she was found by me last year.  We call her Gia and she is a huge part of the family now.  And a deepest Thank you to my love of my life..TAZ, our Chow, whom we brought home on our honeymoon in 1988…Taz  was with us till liver cancer stole him in 2002..We miss him always…….

What are you going to be for Halloween this year?
 
I shall be a retail manager…  but love making others happy ..for this tis the Real Season…………  Thank you so much for allowing me to be shared to your masses

Want to give a final shout out to my literary agent Wednesday Corey!  Also, thanks to Alexander Kautz,  DemonBoy, Todd Card, James Ward Kirk and so many more…the list has become nearly infinite…and to all that have purchased my book, POEtry Girls!!!  Your support keeps me going! 

Thanks for taking the time to do this Rich!



Now, here is a look at some of Rich’s POEtry which can be purchased @ http://www.amazon.com/Rich-Orth/e/B00D5SKHKM:

City by the Sea! ©Rich Orth  09/23/10 07:12pm


In a city by the sea
She captured my heart
Placed it in a jar
With it she dare
not part
In a city by the sea
She taketh my soul
Locked it away
Piece by piece she
owns my whole
In a city by the sea
She doth devour me
Savoring every bit
Consuming all, refusing
my reprieve
In a city by the sea
I drown in her wares
Am lost forever..and
then forevermore
Resuming only if I dare


Whilst Waiting on the Sun! ©Rich Orth 10/13/2013 09:10pM
Within blackened forest...

Wherest beauty frolics
Palette of Nature
Awakens to the call
This Autumn ..
...oh how beautifully...dutifully
 it falls....
Blanketing landscape..

Renovating dreams.....
Wherest pool's reflection
Captures the captivating
   extremes
Enraptured at Nature's

   beauty
Even as finality rears
Darkest of fears.....

Summarily,  Winter....
Splinters into springtime
Festered wounds
Sequestered alienation
Too soon...too soon

as undecided ...said winter
unstated divides ...

Too soon..too soon
Reconsidered in my mind
Tag a long misfortunate tunes

Compose disposable thought
Decompose ...

Whilst waiting on the sun........
Whilst waiting on the sun........
My Night as Poe! ©Rich Orth    


On this moonless night
You could catch your death
Draft so chilling
Straight to the bone
...Gnawing to the marrow
Stars cower in fear
Aware of the night's events
Lamplight needed
Candle flames extinguish
Snuffed ominously
By nature's unseen fingertips
In my solitary confinement
Resolute in my cause
Decanter nearby
Snifter at hand
The spectres do frolic
Spirits of the dead
House it doth speak
Visions Guide me
Form words with the quill
The ink may fade
Memories, however,
quite permanent
My Ligeia, My Lenore,
And yes...Annabel Lee
All, though you see
Are my Virginia
My love for evermore
Forming nightmares
Haunting me till death
Escaping only...
Only, when I expunge
Or expel my demons
Empty the asylum
Let them loose
Loose upon...
an unsuspecting world
While all I long for
Is my, my Virginia
My lost little girl
My ethereal love



Aquarium of Souls! ©Rich Orth 9/21/2013 10:55PM


Guided by Miss Guidance
Gated passages...
Into the mist...

Forward we're fooled
Onward we persist

Aquarium of Souls
Within Devil's pool
Swirls tempest storm

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

KNIGHTS OF LORE SERIES: KNIGHTS TEMPLAR

KNIGHTS OF LORE SERIES: KNIGHTS TEMPLAR

The Knights Templar were a group of religious knights formed to create safe passage for European Christians to visit Jerusalem after the first Crusade in the early twelfth century by Hugues de Payans.  He and eight other knights convinced King Baldwin II of Jerusalem to allow them to camp at the site of the Dome of the Rock, otherwise known as Solomon’s Temple.

Somehow along the way they became rich. It is quite unknown how they came to possess such fortune and power, but it is widely assumed they found ancient secret knowledge during their early time at the temple, and thus used their find to blackmail the Church and the kings that they ruled at the time. One thing is for certain though, the Knights Templars sudden accumulation of lands and wealth, no matter how righteous their use of it, doomed them and their order to death.

An elite fighting force, the Knights Templar grew in size, fortune, land, power and influence over the years. One of the biggest moves was when the Pope made them a charitable organization. This allowed them to cross any borders without reprisal and exempted them from paying taxes.  

Eventually they became like a bank. When a nobleman made the trip to Jerusalem, they often gave all their wealth and businesses to the Templars to hold until they returned, in return for their safe passage. Most of the men in the Order had more to do with economics than they did with actual combat.

Before long they were issuing credit and collecting interest. This was an idea that was strictly prohibited by the Church, but since they had the Pope in their pocket, they got away with it. If they couldn’t charge interest, then they charged rent, or in other words, they collected whatever was produced on the land used for collateral until the mortgage was paid in full.

But how did they come to possess such power in the first place? It has been speculated that they came upon secret, sacred knowledge during their time at the Temple Mount. The legends range from finding the Holy Grail, the Ark of the Covenant, proof that Jesus survived his crucifixion, proof that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were married and had a child, whose bloodline still survived, to even proof that humans were created by aliens instead of the ‘all powerful’ God of the Christian, Jewish and Muslim faiths. Whatever the case, they started with nothing and ended up with more power than any king or religious leader in Europe.




But their power and wealth created great enemies. King Philip the Fair of France wanted to take what they had and make it his own. His first act in making the plan happen was by having the Pope of his choosing elected. With the Pope in his pocket, instead of the Templar Knights, he had them outlawed and arrested. Those that weren’t killed were tortured into confessing to crimes such as urinating on the cross and kissing other men in black magick rituals. Needless to say, once the once brave knights confessed in order to stop the torture, they were then burned alive at the stake.

This passage is from http://www.catholic.com:
“King Philip the Fair—grandson of St. Louis of France—had engineered the election of the pope and the relocation of the papal court to Avignon. Although the papacy may have been in the ambitious king’s pocket, one of the most powerful and wealthy institutions of the day was not: The Order of the Temple. Philip knew its vast wealth and schemed to seize it.
The arrests of the Templars in France was easy: The fighting men of the order were then on the bloody border with Islam, in Spain, and on Cyprus. The Templars in France were aged veterans of the Crusades, well into their second childhood.
The things the knights confessed under torture defied belief: trampling and urinating on the Crucifix, secret rites of obscene kisses, sodomy, usury, treason, idolatry, heresy. After the arrests came seven years of inquisition, then hundreds and hundreds of public executions by burning. In the end, Pope Clement V abolished the order.”
The date of their mass arrests was on Friday, October 13, 1307. Since that day, Friday the 13th has been associated with bad luck.

Many believe that the Knights Templar were warned of the upcoming arrests at the last minute and some of them were able to escape with their most valued treasures, or holy relics. Those relics are still sought after today and have inspired many books and movies.

Some claim that the Knights Templars survived even unto our current times as secret societies such as the Free Masons and Skull and Bones. These organizations have many of the same rituals and beliefs and they also have tremendous power, as many presidents have come from the annals of these groups such as William Howard Taft, George W. Bush, George Washington, James Monroe, Andrew Jackson, Teddy Roosevelt, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Harry Trumand and Gerald R. Ford, amongst others.  



Whatever the case, the Knights Templar have left their mark on history.



Tuesday, October 15, 2013

OMINOUS 13 SERIES: Interview with ALEX S. JOHNSON (Bizzaro/Dark Fiction Author, Editor, Publisher)

13 Ominous Questions with Alex S. Johnson


Alex, thanks for appearing on my dark fiction author interview series, Ominous 13! Congratulations are in order for the news of your upcoming novel, Bad Sunset, being published by Chupa Cabra House. What are the details?

Thank you for having me, Paul. Bad Sunset started out as my own take on Western movies, which I've been a lifelong fan of. I love watching Clint Eastwood, Lee Van Cleef and other genre veterans doing their thing. There's this kind of monolithic quality to the classic Western--it's so simple, you have good and evil facing each other down in a shootoff, corrupt or nonexistent law enforcement, grotesque villains and stylish heroes, or antiheroes. Sergio Leone's spaghetti Westerns take those elements to a cartoon place, stylized and fluid, like pop art. The gunfights are slower, the hats are bigger, the action is ritualized to the point of absurdity. With Bad Sunset I took those elements and exaggerated them even further, with a little help from watching Alejandro Jodorowsky's movies like El Topo, which is a completely nonlinear, psychedelic mindfuck of a film--a Western only in a very limited sense, more of a journey through symbolic/ritual space along alchemical lines. I had a lot of fun developing characters like El Brujo, who is a bit of a Jodorowskian trickster figure, this ancient shaman who rides a salamander; the Christo Kid, who is basically a pop culture Jesus turned revenger/gunfighter; his girlfriend, the Contessa Von Pussystein, who is really Satan, as well as various sidekicks and weird minor characters like Jabber Jaws. Bad Sunset is an exploration of all the Western tropes we know and love, with tongue firmly placed in cheek. By total coincidence, it will be released on my birthday, which is Halloween. Couldn't have asked for a better B-Day present!

I met you by chance when an E-zine (The Shwibly Press) you were Editor in Chief for published one of my dark fiction short stories. By the way, thank you for that! What magazines/e-zines have you worked for?

Wow, good question. That would take me all the way back to the depraved 90's. I was a book and movie reviewer for zines like Midnight Zoo, Deathrealm, Carbon 14 and others, then got sidetracked for about a decade into writing music journalism, which eventually led to gigs with Metal Hammer and Metal Maniacs. Originally, I just wanted to write fiction, but my stories kept bouncing back to me, whereas reviews and interviews tended to stick. I did a number of interviews with horror writers I admire such as Ed Lee, Craig Spector, Poppy Z. Brite, Lucy Taylor, Nancy Kilpatrick, then switched gears and began to talk to heavy metal and gothic rock musicians, extreme filmmakers like Joe Christ, anybody who was out there stretching the boundaries. For a period of time I was associated with these publishers in Orlando who put out some very slick-looking publications, and at one point I was given the editorship of an extreme music magazine called Juggernaut. Which devolved in a fairly nasty fight for control that I won't amplify, other than to say, if you're going to put someone in charge of the ship, let them pilot. They had me rewriting stories to cater to people who didn't necessarily understand or appreciate death metal, for example. It was completely the wrong tack to take if you were competing with authoritative zines like Maniacs. The whole point of putting out a niche publication is that you respect the reader's knowledge and background. I was sending the Orlando folks these fresh-from-the-grille interviews with Slayer, for example, which they literally lost! Ooops. What Slayer story, right? The publishers had no clue what they were doing but they wouldn't let me steer the ship. So the whole enterprise sank. Pity.

To be honest, when I first met you I had no idea what ‘Bizarro’ fiction was. Can you give us an idea of what Bizarro is and isn’t?

That's both a good and dangerous question. Good in the sense that the whole distinction between Bizarro and not-Bizarro-but-just-weird is very vexed and political, dangerous for the same reasons. And then again, I am probably the last person you should be looking to for definitive answers on this question. Rules and orthodoxies make my brain bleed, and I get a sense from some quarters of the Bizarro publishing world of this elitist, exclusivist, almost cult-like mentality, where if you aren't 100% completely committed to serving the cause and given the secret handshake and the password then you're out there in the cold. The safe and chickenshit answer is that it depends on who you talk to. There are Bizarro primers available and these will give you a taste for the particular requirements of the premiere Bizarro press, which is located in the Pacific Northwest. Fortunately, with more and more publishers out there expanding the parameters of Bizarro, fewer writers who are intrigued by the subgenre will be excluded from the party, and that can only be positive. I would prefer to define Bizarro proactively and for my own purposes and say it's a radically transgressive blend of genres and styles, from science fiction, horror and fantasy to magical realism, noir, post-writing, postmodernism and everything in between. The kitchen sink of speculative fiction. It will be what writers do in practice that ultimately defines Bizarro, not what one clique or party line says it must be. What does the word suggest to you? What would you like it to be? Which end of the pencil do you do prefer doing business with? I'm all for a writing mode, practice or realm that allows each writer to revise the guidebook themselves; otherwise, you might as well join the Krishna Consciousness folks and chant the chant, or tongue the donut as the case may be.

What drew you into the Bizarro genre?

I've always been intrigued by the cutting edge. I haven't changed that much from the kid who was totally into Andy Warhol and Dali and writers like Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Jorge Luis Borges, Julio Cortazar, and later Philip K. Dick, William Gibson, Pat Cadigan. Not to mention musicians, whether they be classical composers like Bartok and Stravinsky or the Japanese master of Death Jazz, John Zorn, or Keith Richards or Miles Davis. Underground comic books. Midnight movies. Art, writing, music that develops a cult because it responds to the basic impulse we have to explore what is new and exciting--smashing the rules, mixing it up, pushing the conventions all the way and having a good time doing it. I love that high-octane, adrenaline-pumping place where the wages might be madness or death, but at the very least you aren't stuck recycling the same old shit. (Pauses to drink more coffee.) Extremes. When Splatterpunk came along, it felt like exactly where I wanted to be--in the storm center, crashing the party, or whatever hyperbolic metaphor you like. It's the quality of revolt I find in writers from Celine to Dennis Cooper. When I saw a description of Bizarro fiction as being or corresponding to a kind of cartoon-like hyperreality such as found in the movies of David Lynch, for example, I thought 'Beautiful.' With everything I've written up to now, I've been trying to develop my own style and voice, which is a merger of everything I love, from stupid stoner comedies to John Milton to black metal to acid exploitation films to Kit Marlowe. Brent Millis was actually the guy who pushed me in the direction of thinking of my work as Bizarro, but I'm not sure that it fits any genre, or anti-genre. If Surrealism is forbidden in strict Bizarro terms, for example, that leaves me right out. And happily so, I might add. But I tend to doubt that we would have such a thing as hammer-headed wives and guys with eyes growing all over their bodies if it wasn't for, I don't know, Salvador Dali? Again, it depends on who you talk to.

On your Facebook page, you’ve listed Erotica as one of the genres you’ve written in. What have you done in that genre and have you been published in any magazines like Hustler?

My erotica work has been published in anthologies like Master/slave and Noirotica III, Cthulhu Sex and some other places. I would love to be published in magazines like Hustler but haven't managed to crack those markets--yet. Most of my writing has a strong erotic, sexual component because sex is a driving engine for me. I believe the renegade psychiatrist Wilhelm Reich was correct when he said that a civilization that represses the erotic is in big trouble. I don't mean just sexual acts, I mean the attitude of freedom and pride about the body that we can find in Walt Whitman's poetry, for example. Or in classical literature. Deny sex and you deny human reality. That is extremely dangerous. And I'll get off my high horse now, he he!

You sent me an autographed copy of a heavy metal magazine, Hails and Horns, that you contribute to. 
What was the coolest band you personally met in the process of doing that gig?

Motorhead, without a doubt. I have met so many great bands and have wonderful memories, but Lemmy and Company are just the coolest, nicest, funniest, snarkiest people in rock and roll. They're not just a band, they're a phenomenon. A religious experience. All hail!

You have a Master’s Degree in English and have quite a bit of experience editing other people’s work. What advice could you give to an author on what I call the ‘submission game’?

My major piece of advice on this front would be: submit clean copy. Follow manuscript conventions. If an editor asks for a specific document format, font, type size, etc., do it. Know grammar and punctuation. Use a spell check. Get someone who knows what they're doing to go over the manuscript with an exceedingly fine toothed comb. The more professional your presentation, the more likely you'll stay out of the slush pile. Then, don't submit a story in a white heat--let it sit, look at it in the cold light of day, polish it till it gleams. Read everything you can find in the genre you want to write in. Analyze how other writers do it. Take notes. Of course at the end of the process you may still get a rejection slip, but my advice is to make it really, really hard for the editor to dismiss you. And don't be discouraged if you get a lot of rejections. The best writers have gotten them. Sylvia Plath. Hemingway. Stephen King collected hundreds. Now, do I necessarily follow this very sage advice I've just laid down? No, not always. But let's just say that you can't go wrong if you show respect for your craft and your reader and love everything about writing, including the disasters. Maybe especially the disasters.

Growing up in California and witnessing the thrash metal scene from the very beginning must have been an eye opening experience. How does the underground rock/metal scene differ today compared to the glory days of the ‘80’s?

I find a lot of exciting trends in underground rock and metal today, especially when you see young musicians who have grown up internalizing the furthest reaches of the recent past and cut their teeth on Eddie Van Halen, for example, There is a lot going on with hybridity and fusion between and among noise, jazz, metal, ambient sound, trance, techno, etc. I wouldn't say that I witnessed the thrash metal scene in California, other than suddenly becoming aware of bands like Testament and Metallica. I still remember the first time I heard Metallica. They were the fastest, heaviest, crunchiest band ever. But now heavy, fast and crunchy is just the appetizer. There's so much to choose from. On the down side, I hear more bands that play it safe by following trends and just mixing and matching the most successful sounds, and I frankly can't stand the jumper bands, the stop and starters, that kind of thing. And Slipknot sounds like crap to this fortysomething dude. But phases and fads come and go, and there is always Iron Maiden to fall back on, thank the Antichrist!

You have penned quite a bit of poetry in your career. When you write, how much of your work is about personal experiences and how much is just your imagination?

With my poetry, particularly the Death Jazz collection, I would say both, equally. All of my writing is grounded in personal experience, but certain themes tend to rise and get filtered through my imagination, so something that began as an actual incident that happened to me becomes emblematic of a wider experience or understanding...it's hard to talk about without sounding pretentious. I like something that Steve Martin said once in an interview, where he starts with the particular, individual and personal and translates it into a universal context--Martin called it 'the art part.' I think that's true whatever type of writing you do. Also, I love to play around with voices. Some of my poems are written in the voice of another, real person I know well enough to appropriate, or from the point of view of a character I made up. In the end, the work should speak for itself. If it's artful, it will stand alone.

Could you see some of your poems turned into heavy metal lyrics?

I would love to write heavy metal lyrics. Heavy metal is a constant inspiration for me and leaks into everything I write. If anybody is reading this who needs some metal lyrics, let me know! I've been thinking about turning my flash/Lucid Fiction story 'Matador of Mirrors' into an epic prog-metal song. By the same token, some of my poems would make great rap tunes. Music of one kind or another is always implicit in the poetry for sure.

I’ve notice a lot of similarities between the music industry and the publishing industry, from bad contracts to oversaturation of the market. Which do you consider harder to break into, music or writing?

My experiences in the music industry are all second-hand. As for breaking in, it all depends on why you're doing it in the first place. I saw an interview with Iggy Pop where he says it was only in the past 15 or so years that he's had anything like real material success. It's almost impossible to make money in rock and roll, except for a handful of bands. If you don't do it for love, don't do it, that would be my bottom line, bedrock response. Would you rather write something crass and idiotic like 50 Shades of Crap and be wildly successful, or write a story that is true and meaningful and speaks to the actual human condition that a few people buy, but sustains their souls? The German poet Rainer Maria Rilke told a young correspondent to ask himself, from the depths, if he had to write, no matter what. My answer to that question is an unqualified 'Yes.' On the other hand, it would be nice to be able to pay some bills with writing. What other cliches can I commit in this interview? Follow your heart? But I do believe that if you are true to yourself you will be heard, and published, and be recognized for the right reasons. Writing or making music are two of the least likely avenues to riches.

I’ve noticed that you are true blue professional with a huge variety of professional experiences, yet you have been hit hard by the recession. What is your dream job and if someone who reads this blog has an opening that suits your area of expertise, how could they contact you and view your resume?

My dream job would be to teach English Literature at a college or university. I can be contacted through my email, Trolleydogs@aol.com.

Finally, what is on the horizon for Alex S. Johnson, author?

Several things. I'll be co-editing a magazine with Timm Tayshun, the publisher at Chupa Cabra House, finishing up the anthology of heavy metal horror fiction I'm also doing for Chupa--Axes of Evil--and expect to have a new novel out around April of 2014 title Pudding Spooks Apocalypse. I suppose you could call it Bizarro, although I prefer plain old speculative fiction with a big dose of satire. I'm also working on a couple of other books for Jordan Krall and Dynatox Ministries, including a cannibal story. Those are the only semi-definite projects I can talk about right now; who knows, maybe by this time next year I'll be writing paranormal romance--between Jello puppets, of course!

Alex, it was a pleasure interviewing you. I appreciate your time. If there is anything you’d like to add, like links to purchase your work or excerpts, feel free to add them here:

Thank you so much for the interview and your great questions, Paul!

To order The Matador of Mirrors: http://lucidplaypublishing.weebly.com/