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On Sunday, 25th May, I attended the closing address at this year’s Sydney Writers Festival – “Bears Out There – Writing in the Age of Bots and Broligarchs”. Anna Funder’s turn, “speaking as a carbon-based, large-language model” was not quite the tactical guide I was hoping for, but contextualised the threat of so-called “artificial intelligence” programs such as Chatbot GPT within a broader, but also an achingly personal context.

The author of Stasiland and Wifedom did not mince words when it came to “The wholesale theft of all writers’ books.” Her livelihood, along with that of every writing professional, has been stolen, ground down and fed to the machines that are supposed to replace them. She dismissed this claim neatly – AI operates by selecting the most likely word to come next in any given context. “Good writing and good thinking never puts the most likely word next.”

But for her, AI is just another salvo in the ongoing war on empathy, the “planetary power grab that is patriarchy”. No conspiracy is proposed – there is no need, when Mark Zuckerberg calls for a more masculine energy in business (on The Joe Rogan Experience podcast, 28 February 2025), or Elon Musk claims, “The fundamental weakness of western civilisation is empathy” (on the same podcast, 10 January 2025).  But consider what this means for writing constituted as an act of empathy.

Through the anecdotes she so generously shared, the audience came to understand how telling and retelling a story can bind a family together, but also provide a child with insight into their parents, even decades later. And we, the audience, recalled parallel experiences from our own lives (probably not involving bears) and brought them to bear nonetheless, deepening the meaning and impact of what she said. For the basic act of empathy is to imagine oneself as another and stories are the most effective vehicle for this process. Writing well involves honing this skill through experience and time, and a program cannot duplicate it, no matter what prompt it may have been given (produce a story about the protagonist’s parents that will have meaning for the reader? Involve a large ursine?) Most readers and writers acknowledge this to some degree. On a personal note, speculative fiction is at particular risk from infiltration by AI, due to the mistaken belief that those who write it aren’t trying to achieve exactly the same thing.

“To see the unspoken and speak it is a creative act. It requires imagination to see who is missing.” And then, this woman who has interviewed survivors of East German prisons and Nazi death squads, said the most chilling thing she possibly could have. “We need courage.”

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 Stokercon is taking place on a virtual basis this time round, meaning I will be virtually there! I appear live at 8.00 am this Saturday in Sydney time (7.00 pm Friday EST), on the panel “The King in Yellow: The Literary Legacy of Robert W. Chambers”, along with Leslie KlingerLeslie Klinger James Chambers and Todd Keisling.

There are also a selection pre-recorded panels and readings that members can download at their leisure. You may discover me reading my own short story, "Sakoku", and also weighing in on "Different Publishing Models" with Gaby TrianaGaby TrianaMichael Arnzen and Brian Matthews. Then there's always the various online bars – at last, a place I can socialise and get a decent cup of tea!

And of course, in addition to that, there is the live streaming of the Stoker Awards between 10.00 am and 12.00 pm on Sunday 23rd in Sydney time, which are available for public viewing and in which I have a certain vested interest...


Memberships are still available at http://stokercon2021.com/ If I don’t see you there, hopefully we can catch up closer to home!
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"The tenth week of the siege brings silence down

on us. The field before our walls seems clear,

yet they are there. Our faceless enemy,

well-nigh disguised by shade and blowing grass..."


Thus begins my new poem, published this month in the Horror Writers Association Poetry Showcase Volume VII.



Edited by Stephanie Wytovich, this latest installment  contains cutting edge versification from many of the best and darkest in the field, such as Colleen Anderson, Frank Coffman, David E. Cowen, Ashley Dioses, Lee Murray, Sarah Read, [personal profile] ankh_hpl , Marge Simon, Angela Yuriko Smith, Christina Sng and many, many more. I can't speak for any of them (although a read-through will turn up a certain sense of - theme), but this poem came to me during those first weeks in April. And that spider was absolutely real.
 



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The B-Cubed Press anthology Oz Is Burning is now available! Speculative tales of disaster, provoked by last Summer's continent-wide conflagration, by the likes of Jack Dann, Gillian Polack, Jason Nahrung, Narrelle Harris, Lucy Sussex and Silvia Montserrat Joana, together with many more! Including my own contribution, "Should Fire Remember The Fuel?"

This strange little piece is based on the thought of how many things have previously occupied those parts of the country which have burned. For all the horror and suffering, we are truly, merely part of a chain... I may also have lived in a small, country town as a child. Read into that what you will.

"A little past sixteen hundred hours, the wind changed, and Mark saw it happen. He saw old Alfie Pozzoli burn.

Alfie was on the dozer, reinforcing the existing fire break between the bush reserve and the paddocks surrounding Fairlie town. He’d gouged a fresh, brown scar across the mouth of the shallow valley that was the fire’s potential approach. A bad day at the end of a bad Summer: the grass here was like yellowed paper and the wind like standing in front of an open kiln..."



 


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Well, it's not quite the convention we were all expecting, but nonetheless, I am delighted to report I will be appearing on three panels at this year's World Science Fiction convention plus conducting a virtual reading. Especially looking forward to being in the same Zoom Room as all these fine people. Info is below, in both Wellington times (and Sydney times). There looks to be a lot going on, so come join us at https://conzealand.nz/

*The Art of the Review*

29 Jul 2020, Wednesday 13:00 - 13:50 (11.00 - 11.50)
Program Room 2

Reviewing a book is dead simple -- right? Uhmm, nope. We find what goes into reviews (of anything: Book, articles, songs, films) and what to look for.

James Davis Nicoll, Trish Matson, Claire Rousseau, Anne-Louise Fortune, Kyla Lee Ward

*Scary Stuff*

29 Jul 2020, Wednesday 20:00 - 20:50 (18.00 - 18.20)
Program Room 5

"Round robin" improvised horror story with known authors, where each contestant takes 3-5 minutes of the narrative to try to terrify you before passing the tale on to the next contestant. The audience gets to decide who had the scariest addition.

Frances Hardinge, Chimedum Ohaegbu, Ms Elizabeth Knox, Kyla Lee Ward (Prea Press)

*Reading: Kyla Lee Ward*

30 Jul 2020, Thursday 16:30 - 16:55 (14.30 - 14.55)
Reading Room 1

*Speculative Poetry Deathmatch Thunderdome*

1 Aug 2020, Saturday 19:00 - 19:50 (17.00 - 17.50)
Program Room 1

Four poets enter. None leave whole. Members of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association (SFPA) will on-the-spot compose 5-minute poetry to audience-generated prompts, then read their creations for the crowd. The poems cheered most loudly for will be declared champion-level and usher the poet into the annals of Deathmatch Thunderdome immortality.

Kyla Lee Ward, Sultana Raza, Zaza Koshkadze, Karen Bovenmyer

Hope to not exactly see you there!


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"The Macabre Modern" (from The Macabre Modern and Other Morbidities) has placed third in the long form section of this year's Rhysling Awards. As the Rhyslings are voted on by the membership of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, this has me feeling pretty darn chuffed. The 2020 Rhysling Anthology reprints all winners and nominees, and "The Macabre Modern" occupies a satisfying number of pages. The collection itself now contains two Australian Shadows Award winners (the essay "The Danse Macabre" and the poem "Revenants of the Antipodes") plus a Rhysling placeholder. T'is a good day to be a morbidly historical poet!


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My essay, "The Danse Macabre", in The Macabre Modern and Other Morbidities has won the Rocky Wood Award for Non-Fiction and Criticism in the 2019 Australian Shadows. That's another demon on the shelf! Thanks are due, once again, to my editor Danny.

"What exactly is a danse macabre?
The word macabre makes its first known appearance in the fourteenth century poem, “Respit de la Mort” (Respite From Death) by the French poet Jean Le Fevre. The line reads, “Je fis de macabre la danse” (roughly, “I did the macabre dance”). The context suggests that this qualifies the poet to pronounce on the ubiquity of death, the fate that ultimately awaits all who are born. Some commentators think Le Fevre must have narrowly escaped dying through accident or disease, and distilled the experience into this work. But why did he describe it as dance?..."


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Very pleased that two of my poems from The Macabre Modern and Other Morbidities - "Don't Open The Box!" and an extract of "The Macabre Modern" itself, are in the 2020 Rhysling Anthology. That means someone nominated them for the Rhysling Award. Which is great, but judged on its own merits this is a fantastic collection that I would recommend to anyone.



I am fond of "Don't Open The Box!" as it isn't often I do something a purely comedic and the structure had its own challenges. I performed it at Script in Hand, November 2017, when I was the MC for the evening, and it went down very well.

"I tell you, don't open the box!
"With the latch and the leonine claws.
"Don't mind what's inside it! If I choose to hide it,
'It's surely no business of yours...."

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It's been a long time coming, but the short film "It's Only Magic", that I wrote and co-produced, is now available to view. There are witches (practitioners!) and assassins in it, as well as a cameo by the Central African Throwing Knife. My sincere thanks to all the cast and crew, including but not limited to Samantha Scowcroft, Josh Aviet, Alex Dover, Peter Butz, Roxanne Stokes-Byrne, Jon Blum, Harriet Blundell, Tony Rahme, Bernice Breckon, Sarah Ann Wiles and Daisaku Takeda. Especial thanks are due to Andrew Shellshear for opening his garage to us at the last moment.

Truly, this project was an exemplar of everything that can go wrong with a short film. The generator didn't arrive at the location the first night. After we set up, someone in one of the units overlooking the park called the police. An early edit was lost due to computer error. The director moved the Canada and stopped answering emails. That this thing exists at all is testament to the bloody-mindness of myself and Jon, who ended up contributing some wonderful music. Was it worth it in the end? Only you can decide!




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And yes, the preliminary ballot for the Stokers is out and my most recent collection, The Macabre Modern and Other Morbidities has made the poetry section. This is of course the preliminary ballot, with the final yet to come. But it is exceedingly gratifying and welcome recognition for my editor, Danny Lovecraft of P'rea Press.

Congratulations to all the first round nominees, including my fellow Antipodeans Lee Murray, Kaaron Warren, Greg Chapman and Steve Dillon, and to all the other magnificent poets!

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What, another year passed? But there's still so much to read! I am somewhat under my usual tally of both books and short stories this time round, due to various upheavals: there are things I definitely should have read that I simply have not been able to. But I have read some truly excellent stuff, even if an unusual proportion were parts of series. As usual, this list is made primarily for my own reference and represents nothing more than my own opinion.

Novels

Gideon the Ninth (the Locked Tomb #1), Tamsyn Muir, Tor.com, September

Why yes, my tenebral overlord, this is the funniest, most thrilling and ingenious narrative I've read in a long time. There is no way such an insane mix of genres, tones and characters should work and yet it does, triumphantly.


The Poison Court : a story of Erisin
, Amanda Downum, Kindle, February

Set in the same world as the Necromancer Chronicles, following characters and concerns introduced in The Bone City and Kingdoms of Dust, this gorgeously decadent volume can be read either as a continuation (lacking Iseult Iskander, to be sure) or as an introduction to Downum's realm. Fantasy doesn't come any darker or more luscious.


The Boneweaver's Orchard
, Sarah Read, Trepidatio Publishing, February

A first novel that smashes it out of the park. Truly gothic, classic in form and tone, but an undercurrent of subtle rebellion makes it absolutely fresh as well. Dripping in atmosphere, beautifully written, solidly plotted – need I go on?


Snake City
(Lark Case Files #4), Christian Read, Shooting Star Press, April

“Not every day you see an undead cage fighter hold your ex-girlfriend’s kid.” This series is a rare find, an intelligent romp with real bite to its magic, featuring the irreducible characters of Lark and Bettina (she's the cage fighter). And this time, there are Egyptian gods to contend with. I'll never look at a canopic jar in quite the same way again.


The Year of the Fruitcake
, Gillian Polack, IFWG Publishing Australia, August

In my review, I called this a challenging book to read. It is, and the sheer anger of it is confronting. But it is also one of the most interestingly, intricately structured texts of the annum. A mythic book, in the sense that it makes the actions of everyday life embody conflict among the gods - in this case, alien anthropologists.

 

Short Stories

“The Girl and the House”, Marie Ness, Nightmare Magazine #79, April.

Did I mention rebellious gothic? Short, sharp and so, so clever.


"The Book of Last Words", Greg Chapman, This Sublime Darkness, Things In The Well Press, October

A prison guard overseeing the execution of a notorious serial killer notices a man in the crowd, A man he has seen before. Sharp as tacks, creepy as hell, perfectly integrated.


“The Bleeding Maze – A Visitor's Guide”, Kurt Fawvur, Nightmare Magazine #83, August

Yes, it's all a metaphor and a pretty clear one. But increasingly these days, I'm finding clarity a virtue and this is nicely done. I do like me some labyrinth.

 

“Before Dominica”, Cat Sparks, Kaleidotrope, Autumn

In a post-everything Sydney, one woman finally reaches her limit. Change may come of it or nothing at all, but the whole disaster of the future is brilliantly encapsulated in one relationship. Taut, impassioned and full of piquant detail.

 

“No Other Life”, Isabel Cañas, Nightmare Magazine #82, July

A vampire and her intended victim, both refugees from the Spanish reconquista, form a relationship in sixteenth century Constantinople. What more could a refugee from the nineties desire?

 

Novelettes

 

“For He Can Creep”, Siobhan Carroll, Tor.com, July

That the eighteenth century poet Christopher Smart was confined to a lunatic asylum during the composition of his Jubilate Agno is quite true. That he had as companion a cat named Jeoffry who found his way into the poem – indeed, it's the only part most people ever read – is also true. This delightful tale makes the poet's battle with Satan literal and the intervention by Jeoffry especially poignant. Contains a dangerous wig and the unforgettable battlecry, “I AM THE NIGHTHUNTER MOPPET!

 

Novellas

To Be Devoured, Sarah Tantlinger, Unnerving, July

If you're going to go mad, go mad with vultures.

Into Bones Like Oil, Kaaron Warren, Meerkat Press, November

A small masterwork, with subtleties of meaning and atmosphere that slide off the page and into the reader like the ghosts that enter the Angelsea.

 

Non-Fiction

Monster, She Wrote: The Women Who Pioneered Horror and Speculative Fiction, Lisa Kröger & Melanie R. Anderson, Quirk Books, September

The history of horror fiction from the seventeenth century to date, through the biographies and bibliographies of female authors. Lively, intriguing, bound to set you flipping through the contents of old anthologies, and the cartoony illustrations are wonderful.


Most Shameless Historical Pastiche – Sixteen Ways To Defend a Walled City, K. J. Parker, Orbit Books, April.

Did I mention Constantinople? If you can tolerate the protagonist, it's all quite ingenious.

 

Most Likely to Impact Upon Future Holiday Plans – Blood Ink (Lilith #2), Dana Fredsti, Titan Books, April

In which the protagonist has a really, really good time in New Orleans before the demons show up.

 

Most Bizarrely Appropriate Metaphor – the Fruitcake

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So, a couple of weeks back, the inestimable Margi Curtis tagged me in the seven books – seven days meme. I had already completed that meme quite recently, but it got me thinking about alternatives. So, here is a list of ten of my favourite short stories, in no particular order. I have tried to give accurate information on first publication, relying heavily on the Internet Speculative Fiction database. http://www.isfdb.org. Subsequent collections are of necessity restricted to those I am familiar with.

What attracts me to a short story? What makes me go back and reread it over and over again, even at the expense of the authors other work? Prose style is important, along with focus and the ingenuity of the central idea. But all I can really say is that each of these tales encapsulates an atmosphere I find unforgettable. I recommend them all without hesitation.
 

“Hellsgarde”, C. L. Moore in Weird Tales, April 1939.

Collected in Jirel of Joiry, Ace Books 1982 and Black Gods and Scarlet Dreams, Fantasy Masterworks #31, Gollancz 2002.

 

“The Howling Tower”, Fritz Lieber in Unknown Fantasy Fiction, June 1941.

Collected in Swords Against Death, Grafton Books 1986 (1979) among others.

 

“The Tenderness of Jackals”, Amanda Downum in Lovecraft Unbound, ed. Ellen Datlow, Dark Horse Books, 2009.

Collected in Still So Strange, ChiZine Publications, 2018.

 

“The Masque of the Red Death”, E. A. Poe in Graham's Lady's and Gentleman's Magazine, May 1842.

You have it somewhere.

 

“The Banquet of the Lords of Night”, Liz Williams in Asimov’s, June 2002.

Collected in The Mammoth Book of Extreme Fantasy, ed. Mike Ashley, Running Press, 2008. Reprinted in Clarkesworld #80, May 2013.

 

“The Festival”, H. P. Lovecraft in Weird Tales, January 1925.

I have it in The Tomb and Other Tales, Del Ray 1989 (1975).

 

“Red As Blood”, Tanith Lee in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, July 1979.

AND

“When The Clock Strikes”, Tanith Lee in Weird Tales #1, 1980.

I find it impossible to chose between these two, collected in Red As Blood or Tales from the Sisters Grimmer, DAW Books, 1983.

 

“The Return of the Sorcerer”, Clark Aston Smith in Strange Tales of Mystery and Terror, September 1931.

Collected in Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos, ed. August Derleth, Grafton Books, 1988 (1975) among many, many others.

 

“The Memorial Page”, K. J. Bishop in Fables and Reflections #2, April 2002.

Collected in That Book Your Mad Ancestor Wrote, self published 2012.

 

“The Street of the Four Winds”, R. W. Chambers in The King in Yellow, Neely's Prismatic Library, 1895.

Subsequent editions are literally the stuff of legend.

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This year's Conflux 15 takes place at the Gungahlin Library (a large, Escher-like construction in northern Canberra) from the 5th to the 7th of October and has the theme of "What Lies Beneath". To this, I will contributing in my own inimitable fashion.


Meet the Author in the Library
10.30 am, Saturday in the Foyer. Look for the person dressed as Death, inveigling passers-by into reading parts of the Macabre Modern.

Poetry Panel
9.30 am, Sunday, the Bunyip Room
Explore the range of speculative poetry. With Penelope Cottier and, as this is the morning after the convention Whisky Tour, probably few others.


Shooting Star Press will, very graciously, have my books on sale in the Dealer's Room and I will be available to sign them and chat amiably, yet bizarrely, at a time yet to be announced.

There are other interesting things happening - I have my eye on Gillian Polack's Unspoken Rules workshop and whatever Kaaron Warren and Rob Hood have cooked up for their presentation For The Love of Horror. For more information concerning attendance, try https://conflux.org.au/



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The launch party for The Macabre Modern and Other Morbidities took place on Sunday, 25 August 2019 at the Don Bank Museum in North Sydney...

In the days leading up to the launch, there was a gale blowing. But now, right now, the weather is perfect. Warm but not hot, a light breeze occasionally stirring the white azalea which has contrived to bloom early in this nineteenth century well, sheltered on all sides by the anonymous walls of skyscrapers. This is Rotwang's house in Metropolis – the old house untouched by time. Ferns, old brick and lingering camellias. It smells like my grandmother's garden.

There are hats. So many marvellous hats—Laura's black felt with white ostrich feather, Danny's steeple crown (I never knew he owned such a thing), Rebecca's exquisite topper of black netting, even James wore a black fedora. Black brocade glistens in the sunlight, black lace slides over the paving past a plethora of buckled boots. David looms attractively in his heavy, black army coat, that can't have seen the sun in decades. White tablecloths ripple lightly, topped with bright bouquets and an interesting range of china, bearing delicacies to tempt gloved fingers.



It behoves me to record the exact delights on offer -

Dainty sandwiches. Gouda cheese triangles on seeded spelt bread, fluted cucumber circles on white (sprinkled lightly with parsley), chicken and lettuce fingers on white (ditto) and thinly sliced roast beef seasoned with mustard and red pepper puree, on white, in crustless squares.
Llyn's gluten free, low GI zucchini and fetta fritters with red pepper dip.
Gluten and dairy free, Low GI carrot, avocado and almond terrine with Carmen brand 5 seed crackers.
Spelt cupcakes, double carob and vanilla with pink icing. Both in polka-dot cups, adorned with candy pearls.
Gluten-free lemon polenta slice. This was gorgeous. After Rebecca helped me cut it into squares, there was not a crumb left!
Carob chip spelt cookies.
Jam fancies, with cherry jam.
Llyn's almond coconut macaroons, gluten free and possibly low GI?
Mini kebabs of pineapple, paw-paw and honeydew melon with Nib Nob brand dark chocolate dipping sauce.
My mother's mixed batch of date and pumpkin scones. They were wheat flour but Rebecca and I each had to have just one.
Black tea, green tea, mint. Sugar cubes, honey, dairy and soy milk. Carafes of iced water.

Over cups of tea, cakes and biscuits balanced precariously on the saucer, conversations proceed about music, books and art. There are quarterly catch-ups taking place, and perhaps deeper matters are discussed with heads bent close on secluded benches.

Until now the music has been unobtrusive, light glissades of string and piano. Suddenly, it becomes a dirge. And now, here comes the cortege, passing by the picket fence and winding up the path. Tim Jackson in the lead, sombre in suit and tie, then David and Rebecca each supporting a side of the miniature, black casket. Behind it, a figure in full Victorian veil and weeds, clasping a bouquet of black, silk roses. Through the veil, her face is pale and...odd-looking. Oddly shaped.



They lead us into the combined dining room and parlour; clunky, old Venetian windows thrown open to the air and the verandah. The Don Bank cottage is a museum, there are glass-doored cabinets displaying old crockery and pill boxes, an ancient Singer sewing machine – in a back room stands a full-sized scythe. Sepia photos hang from the picture rail: could the original owners have envisaged such a gathering, to such purpose? On a black-draped table at the far end of the space, gleam books. The cortege places the tiny casket before them as Leigh Blackmore welcomes the assembly to the death of a new book from my blood-dipped pen.

He flatters outrageously, calling me a major weird poet. So does Danny. I respond by thanking them for putting up with me, especially David, “when I was constructing a coffin on the dining table. And it wasn't the first time!” Danny and I open the little casket, revealing a stash of the glistening new paperbacks, and the book is launched. It behoves me to give the audience a sample of what's inside.

“The danse macabre's initial scheme,
“Was quite the medieval meme.”

But what comes here? As the music once again swells, it is the strange mourner, stalking through the crowd and pressing hands, offering mute condolence.

“The present author... has reworked it some,
“To suit this new millennium.”

Placing her bouquet before the casket, she is overcome with grief, grasping for the mantlepiece to support her sobs. In the process, parts of her lavish costume come loose. Regaining the centre, she flings back her veil, revealing the face of death itself! Slowly, she divests herself of her remaining weeds, until a skeleton stands before us, wearing a jaunty top hat. A bony, jerky dance follows, as she attempts to draw first this person then another onto the floor. Llyn declines, shaking her head firmly. But Tim appears all too happy to join the skeleton in a jerky waltz, before being rejected. She comes up to me and bows, offering a single white lily. We have rehearsed this maybe twice earlier, but we both understand what this is about. I take the lily bashfully, and allow her to lead me into the centre. In close embrace we spin, faster and faster, until I succeed in flinging her off! I cast the flower after her with imperious disdain and point for her to leave. It's all exactly as I envisioned, only better. And then, I smile.



“The fact remains, each book is writ,
“By one whose expertise and wit,
“Or lack thereof, brings it to be
“The author is not dead...”

The applause, finally, feels deserved. I share it as is proper, bringing Venus back for her curtain call, thanking Craig and Barb who stage-managed, Scar, the composer, Jon and Darwin who filmed, Llyn who catered and Rebecca and Iain who have been taking photos all this time. Then, when things calm a little, I give them “Mourning Rites”, which seems to go down well. I thank them all for coming and announce that Danny has copies to sell. Now, I am seated in one of the chairs, signing books for some time. I hadn't planned what to write, just as I hadn't really planned what to say. Things just come out, wishes that we be friends till the final page, and that this book may offer comfort to those in need. Will people read these? Will they actually read the book?

At last, I can squeeze in a cup of tea – Carmen makes it for me, the dear. There are many people who did not come, even among those who confirmed, but she is not one and nor is Liviu. The party is breaking up: farewells are said, future meetings proposed, as the last cupcakes and jam fancies mysteriously disappear. People are changing out of costume; Llyn, Craig and Barb are clearing and cleaning plates with amazing efficiency. Everything is done much sooner than I had anticipated: before meeting us at the Macelleria in Newtown, various people go home to feed the cat.

Not us. In my new black jacket, jeans and cereus tee, I wander with David down Enmore Road, watching the lights come on. I feel exhausted, stunned almost. I should stop moving, should just sit down but I can't. I don;t know what I've done, if its anything at all. As the night closes in, as we return to the Macelleria, it starts to rain.
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I am delighted beyond measure to announce that my new collection of poetry and short prose is now available from P'rea Press.

book cover, The Macabre Modern, woman romancing skeleton

The Macabre Modern and Other Morbidities contains my reworking of the medieval danse macabre for the new millennium, my detailed essay on the subject, the fable "The Loquacious Cadaver" and a cortege of poems both reprinted and appearing for the first time. The former include the Australian Shadows award winner “Revenants of the Antipodes”.

The Macabre Modern, as it came to be called (thanks to Mark Calderwood), is a passion project of long-standing. If, in the fourteenth century, Death came calling personally on the Pope, the Emperor, the farmer and the monk, should It not also attend the C.E.O. and party politician, the activist and the life coach? After all, Death hasn't gone anywhere, just assumed new forms, that it was an intriguing challenge for me to capture in the illustrations.

Medieval historian Dr Gillian Polack and renowned literary scholar S. T. Joshi were kind enough to provide me with foreword and afterword respectively, greatly enhancing the depth of the book.

Thanks to editor Danny Lovecraft, compositor David E. Schultz and cover designer David Schrembri, the hardback and paperback are both decidedly handsome. The official launch takes place on the 25th of August, for which I've cooked up some surprises that will hopefully be available as videos shortly thereafter. So, whistle past the graveyard and get on your party shoes, for "how you live is how you dance"!
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The Australian Shadow Awards are given out annually by the Australian Horror Writers Association, but this is the first year they have included a poetry category. Individual poems are nominated rather than collections. This is in no small part the work of Danny Lovecraft,  who has been a tireless lobbyist for the form. Anyway, "Revenants of the Antipodes", my piece in the HWA Poetry Showcase V has been granted the natty little trophy.

My sincere thanks to everyone and apologies I could not make the award ceremony. "Revenants of the Antipodes" will be reprinted in my forthcoming collection from P'rea Press, The Macabre Modern and Other Morbidities.
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On Saturday, 29th June, the NSW Writer's Centre is staging its biannual Speculative Fiction Festival. Panels such as "World Building 101" (with Keith Stevenson and Catherine McKinnon) and "Science Fiction Now" (with Cat Sparks and Shankari Chandran) will dip into fantasy and science fiction, while "The Creeping Dread, the Frightful Scare" will, you guessed it. I will will of course be participating in the latter, alongside Kaaron Warren, Robert Hood and Aaron Dries.

"Our panel of seasoned horror writers eviscerate the craft of writing true horror. What keeps them from sleep or wakes them in the middle of the night, how do they translate their worst fears onto the written page and what techniques do they use to truly frighten their readers?"

Excerpts shall be read. Anecdotes shall be shared, along with truly terrible jokes. To purchase ticket (valid for the whole event), go here. The NSW Writer's Centre, for those who have not had the pleasure, is housed in a beautifully preserved Georgian manor house built in 1840 for the chief doctor of the lunatic asylum whose exquisite sandstone buildings are now a campus of the Sydney college of the arts. 

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This is the first year that the Australian Shadow Awards have had a poetry section, and I'm shortlisted! "Revenants of the Antipodes", first published in the HWA Showcase V,is competing with excellent entries by Jay Caselberg, Rebecca Fraser, Bee Nielsen and Hester J. Rock.

This would not have been possible without the extensive lobbying of Danny Lovecraft of P'rea Press. This recognition of Australian dark poetry has been a long time coming, and I should also like to thank the brave judges who stepped up when Danny himself withdrew due to a potential conflict of interest.

Congratulations to us all!



NB. This button isn't official. The enterprising Alan Baxter made one up this year and kindly provided it to me.

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So yes: The Audient Void # 7 is now out and about, including work by Ashley Dioses, KA Opperman, Adam Bolivar, John Shirley and my own twisted self, among many others - the black and white artwork by Dan Sauer is worth the cover price alone. "Mourning Rites" is a charming little ballad, if I do say so myself, based upon my reflections on just how curious some death customs were in Victorian England. Especially those which applied to women.

If I should keep a lock of hair
wound tight within a cameo,
what should you think but I compare
all suitors to one lost below?
You would console me as I grieve,
not dreaming that I might believe
you culpable. Why should you care
what weird this token may bestow?


 

 





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They don't call it “the magic of cinema” for nothing. From its earliest days, special effects, in-camera tricks and creative editing were used to show the impossible taking place. As the idea of narrative took hold, excuses for depicting the impossible were sought, so early films like F. W. Murnau's Faust (1926) and Benjamin Christensen's Häxan (1922), visualised classic tales of sorcerers and witches, producing an impressive body of spectral evidence.

The idea of magic is very useful in story-telling. The popular tropes of Everyman-solves-problem-stumping-the-experts and Everyman-defeats-enemies-by-whom-he-is-vastly-outclassed are facilitated by magic as by few things. It doesn't need to be taken seriously, especially in what if? scenarios (What if I could regain my youth, read minds, fly—the conclusion inevitably being that friends and family are more important) and anything that begins with a preteen opening a large book. Nonetheless, some films do take magic seriously, as a system with rules and consequences, a means of understanding the universe, and an actual, cultural phenomenon with a present as well as a history.

I have therefore selected my favourite 8 scenes in which a spell is actually cast, a magical working performed, in 8 different films. Criteria include a genuine occult frisson, adroitness in depicting the intangible, and sheer, dramatic impact. Spoiler: there's no Harry Potter.

 

1. “Conjure Up Your Deepest, Darkest Fear.” Gothic, Wri. Stephen Volk, Dir. Ken Russell, Virgin Vision, 1986.

A pivotal scene from Russell's magnificent adumbration of that night at the Villa Diodati. The conceit is that Mary Shelley's inspiration for Frankenstein came from something much more sinister than an evening of ghostly talk. At the instigation of Gabriel Byrne's Byron, these brilliant minds come together to generate a thought form, with regrettably dire consequences.



This is a recognised procedure in many traditions, sometimes used to created guardians for a magician's sanctuary, but always with restrictions on duration and scope of action. However—and with the caveat that I have been unable to establish a connection—the events of Gothic bear a distinct resemblance by “the Philip experiment”, conducted in 1972 by a group led by Canadian mathematician A. R. G. Owen and the psychologist Dr. Joel Whitton. Ostensibly, the purpose was to see if the phenomena of seances could be explained by the expectations participants brought to the table. A completely fictional identity (“Philip”) was created by the group and concentrated on intensely for a sustained period of time by its members, who then attempted to contact the “ghost”. Although subsequent explanations differ, the sought-for phenomena certainly manifested.

Whatever the case, Gothic is sheer genius. The scene captures something of the feverish intensity and focus of such a working, and provides a warning they are not to be undertaken lightly, or under the influence. Watch the film to the end to see Gabriel Byrne snogging Julian Sands.

 

2. “I'm Sorry, Miss Taylor, I Feel A Little Weak.” Suspiria, Wri. Dario Argento & Daria Nicolodi, Dir. Dario Argento, Seda Spettacoli, 1977.

I resolutely decided to limit myself to just one iteration of Suspiria, though I adore them both. This scene was the clincher, along with the original's sumptuous art deco design. New student Susie Banyon has declined to take up her room at the exclusive Marcos Ballet Academy, preferring to stay in town. This does not sit well with the resident coven (devoted to Mater Suspiriarum, the Mother of Sighs—if you are not familiar with de Quincy's formulation of Our Ladies of Sorrow, take yourself immediately to Bartleby.com and read) .When she arrives the next day for class, steps are taken to ensure she comes under their control.


 

Belief in the Evil Eye—that a person can bring illness or ill luck to another just by meeting their gaze—is both old and widespread. Writing in the first century CE, the Roman author Pliny the Elder credited some sorcerers with the "power of fascination with the eyes”, who could even kill those on whom they fixed their gaze (Natural History, VII.2). In the fifteenth century CE, Heinrich Kramer, the generally credulous author of the Malleus Maleficarum, goes to some trouble to deny his witches this power, instead explaining its effects as the natural impression of a strong personality upon susceptible minds (generally children). This may be down to the number of prominent men to whom the ability has been ascribed through history, up to and including Pope Pius X. To all this, Argento's direction adds a slice of sympathetic magic and the potency of rhythm. It's a good thing Suzie is able to draw on a friend's research to turn the tables.


3. “But How To Prove It?” Curse of the Demon (aka. Night of the Demon) Wri. Charles Bennett & Hal. E. Chester, Dir. Jacques Tourneur, Columbia Pictures, 1957

Bizarre things have been happening ever since psychologist John Holden discovered a strange parchment covered with runes amongst his conference papers. If he acts on the assumption he is under a death curse, he compromises his lifelong skepticism. If, however, he does not...

With a script based on M. R. James's “Casting the Runes” (1911), Tourneur created an intelligent and intensely atmospheric occult thriller, that is referenced in the Rocky Horror Picture Show's “Science Fiction”. The studio's insistence on adding a tell-all prologue and a wildly premature reveal, is infamous, and does undercut the film's essential conflict. But otherwise, this takes its subject seriously, grounding the story in research and allowing characters their dignity. This scene, where Holden confronts the self-proclaimed diabolist Doctor Karswell, suggests he has elementals bound to his service as well as a demon.


Summoning elementals—spirits of the natural world, sometimes thought of as actual creatures, others the “awareness” of natural forces—is common in magic and considered much safer than demons. In either case, symbols representing the entity, it's “name”, are basic to proceedings. The actual runes are depicted elsewhere in the film and, according to Renorseful, are Anglo-Saxon Futhark and don't actually say anything. If these are the demon's name, this is entirely likely: strings of consonants and “nonsense words” represent demons in texts ranging from the Greek Magical Papyrii to the classic grimoires. Don't pronounce them out loud.

 

4. “You stole our things. You gonna die.” The Last Wave, Wri. Peter Weird, Tony Morphett & Petru Popescu, Dir. Peter Weir, McElroy & McElroy, 1977.

This is Sydney, Australia, in the 1970s and lawyer David Burton has trouble coping with a yellow capsicum. His life is about to get much, much more complicated.


 

With riveting performances by David Gulpilil and Nandjiwarra Amagula, this brilliantly atmospheric film features indigenous Australian mythology from an external viewpoint, spinning a story from the very clash of cultures this involves. When the dead man's friends are charged with manslaughter (despite the coroner's inability to fix the cause of death), the greatest mystery is why they insist upon Burton defending them. But a reason there is, and uncovering it will bring him face to face with his own past and Sydney's bleak future.


Kurdaitcha, a magical execution performed with the kundela or “pointing bone”, was practised in Central Australia, although there is evidence for considering it was once more widespread. The word itself derives from the Aranda language group. It seems to have been reserved for those who broke tribal law. The concept was introduced to western culture through the work of early anthropologists—importantly, The Native Tribes of Central Australia by Baldwin Spencer and F. J. Gillen (1899)—prompting any number of dismissive comments about the power of belief in primitive societies. The thing is, no one ever seems to deny that the procedure worked. Sceptics point out that former Australian Prime Minister John Howard is still alive, despite being cursed in 2004. However, events since that time suggest it was not the man, but the office, that has been slowly dying.

 

5. “Love Me.” The Love Witch, Wri., Dir (and nearly everything else) Anna Biller, Anna Biller Productions, 2016.

Elaine is the new witch in town. She has come to Arcata, California, to start a new life in a place where she hopes her beliefs will be accepted and she will find the love that has eluded her for her entire life. The only problem with this scintillating sequence is that it simply cannot convey the impact of the full movie. In many ways, the entire 120 minutes are one, intricate ritual, with every image, sound, the slightest article of costume an expression of Bilmer's will. The magnificent pentacle rug that Elaine lies upon? According to her interview with Barend de Voogd (Schokkend Nieuws, 13th February 2016 ) it was woven by the writer, designer, editor, director, producer, and composer herself, so it would be exactly right. The culminative effect is enchantment, a means of overriding your perceptions until you see precisely what the enchanter desires. This, of course, is precisely what Elaine herself is doing.


 

In this narrative, witchcraft is presented as a legitimate route to female empowerment (as well as a metaphor for how men of a certain stamp insist on seeing women). However, the pitfalls are many. By the end, possessing “perfect love and perfect trust” has become a terrifying prospect.

 

6. “I Have Awoken Him.” Excalibur, Wri. John Boorman & Ross Pellenberg, Dir, John Boorman, Orion Pictures, 1981.

Come on, all together now! “Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis's bethad, do chél dénmha...”

Boorman's achievement in distilling the Arthurian myth cycle into a movie-length narrative has seldom been attempted and never with such triumphant chutzpah. Much of the thematic weight is carried by Nicol Williamson's Merlin—a sterling performance. Before assisting Uther Pendragon to acquire carnal knowledge of his rival's wife, he extracts an oath that will have heavy consequences. In this scene, he delivers, and we the audience hear the Charm for the first time.


According to linguist Michael Everson, it translates from the Old Irish as approximately, “Serpent's breath, charm of death and life, thy omen of making”, although he emphasises this is a contemporary confection, with no actual equivalent in the literature. And it's true, we have no direct evidence as to what took place in Stone Henge and its sister circles, apart from certain astronomical markings. But every year at the Winter Solstice, contemporary druids and witches descend upon the plain outside Salisbury (in an orderly fashion, having acquired the appropriate permit), to work their own charms. No one can tell me that chanting a mantra in a stone circle at sunrise or sunset doesn't feel magical and that kind of resonance is powerful in itself. Boorman stated (in an interview with Harlan Kennedy, American Film, March 1981) that the real story of Excalibur was the coming of Christian man, and the relegation of magic and paganism to the shadows. If that's so, I think it misfired.


7. “Show us your glory. Show us your power!” The Craft, Wri. Andrew Fleming & Peter Filadi, Dir. Andrew Fleming, Columbia Pictures, 1996.

Did I mention elementals? Here is another kind of summoning, inviting them to secure the four stations of a magical circle in the Wiccan tradition.


Like The Love Witch, The Craft equates witchcraft and female power, as four outcast teenagers form a bond and rebuild their confidence through magical practice. Much of what is depicted may be described as generic Wiccan—based loosely on Gardner, but passed through too many iterations to really track. The young witches experiment with levitation and glamours, before conducting the ritual above in order to obtain for each her true desire. Although it annoyed a lot of real witches at the time, with its focus on an invented witch's god rather than the goddess, a lot of this film rings true and it should, given that The Craft‘s technical advisor was Pat Devin, a Dianic Elder Priestess. According to this interview, she advised the director to go with an invented deity, “Manon”, because she “didn’t want hordes of teenagers running down to the beach or out to the woods invoking anybody real.”

Regrettably, the little coven starts to implode over romantic rivalry and issues of precedence. Girl after girl turns to witchcraft to obtain revenge. The threefold law is invoked as what began in light turns dark. The essential difference between this and any number of morality plays is that the heroine's salvation does not lie in rejecting her magic and embracing any kind of hero—it lies in accepting her nature and taking responsibility for her own power. As an interesting side note, Devin also says that “Manon” has started appearing in various sources as an actual deity, possibly confused with the Welsh Mabon or Irish Mananan.

 

8. The Shrug, Stardust, Wri. Jane Goldman & Matthew Vaughn, Dir. Matthew Vaughn, Paramount Pictures, 2007

Talk about plot devices! The highly visual, instantly recognisible voodoo doll has suffered more than most at the hands of cinema. Sympathetic magic, in the form of ritually killing or binding an image of a dangerous or desirable animal, is the oldest form of magic for which we have evidence. The dedication of model organs and body parts at the shrines of healing deities, such as Imhotep and Asclepius, demonstrate the potential of the technique to aid. But everyone knows what happens when a voodoo doll is primed with the hair or nail clippings of the intended victim.

Based on the 1997 novel by Neil Gaiman, the plot of Stardust is romantic and convoluted, brimming with unserious magic. Unserious, yet ingenious. What you need to know is that two parties have been hunting the obvious hero and heroine. The witches have succeeded in trapping them in their sanctum, but Septimus the assassin, only surviving heir to the throne of Stormhold, has followed the trail. Septimus originally had 6 brothers (and one sister), but there have been a lot of “accidents”. Their ghosts follow him, invisible to anyone except the audience, and act as a grisly Greek chorus, commenting on the action which comes in two parts.



 

And that's my 8 scenes worth! Honourable mentions go to the “hold the door” scene from Conan the Destroyer, the opening scene of Geoffrey Wright's Metal Skin, the scrying scene from Dragonslayer which also features a rare instance of successful necromancy, and despite being television, I have to invoke the, well, in “An Exorcism in Greendale” (The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Season 1, Episode 6). I was truly tempted to add the finale of the original The Wicker Man, but, spoilers.



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