vampires
October 7th 2009 06:35
“Ahhh, the children of the night, what sweet music they make …”
I’ve been floating in the wilderness myself of late. Please pardon my absence, I have no excuse but one of abject self-indulgence and inherent laziness. I was a prisoner of my own nightmares, where vampires had me under their hypnotic control, I could do nothing, only whimper in the darkness, gingerly finger at my throbbing neck where two holes had been punctured into my pallid flesh, and at regular intervals through the night their warm lips would press against my skin, and their cold needle-sharp fangs would sink back in causing me to black out and dream of falling into the abyss … and loving it.
I’m such a drama queen, I know, clutching at straws, offering up such feeble excuses for my slack blog attendance. But enough, I say! There’s no need for half-assed explanations, florid reasoning, tall stories, half-truths, or blatant lies. I’m striking back with the force of a stake to the heart! Here there by bloodsuckers! And sexy ones too, ‘cos that’s just the type of provocative guy I am.
Vampires, vampires everywhere and oh, the day did shrink, vampires, vampires everywhere, and all that blood to drink! That was my pale reference to Coleridge. I should really be playing with the prose of Bram Stoker methinks, but he’s untouchable.
Vampires are all the rage right now. Cinema and television are bleeding the creatures dry as a bone. But then again, vampirism has been mesmerising readers of the supernatural and horror movie lovers for over a hundred years, whilst the mythology of vampires stretches back centuries. My favourite vampire movie might be The Hunger, with that wonderfully sexy and dangerous opening scene set to the Bauhaus classic Bela Lugosi’s Dead, but perhaps it’s the raucous comedy A French Vampire in America that features delectable Anne Parillaud strutting around in the nude and sinking her fangs into the mob.
Artists love to play with the conceptual image of the vampire. They exude such a monstrous sensuality, a dark eroticism, a dangerous and elusive air of fetid charm and world-weariness. Vampires are the perfect date; the zipless fuck, as Erica Jong coined.
I’ve gathered together my own playground for the children of the night. Vampires never go out of style; they simply slide into the shadows and sheath their fangs back inside their gums. So here’s my selection of phantasical vamp artwork from around the world.
All these seductively evil creatures! My favourites being Midnight Roses, the dredlocked vamp, the redheaded vamp, Queen of Vampires (who looks curiously like Brooke Satchwell), that ferocious looking female dripping wet and about to lunge, and the bat-winged man with head hung low. Now if you'll excuse me, I can see the first rays of dawn fast approaching ... and a thirst beginning to quell deep within me.
I’m such a drama queen, I know, clutching at straws, offering up such feeble excuses for my slack blog attendance. But enough, I say! There’s no need for half-assed explanations, florid reasoning, tall stories, half-truths, or blatant lies. I’m striking back with the force of a stake to the heart! Here there by bloodsuckers! And sexy ones too, ‘cos that’s just the type of provocative guy I am.
Artists love to play with the conceptual image of the vampire. They exude such a monstrous sensuality, a dark eroticism, a dangerous and elusive air of fetid charm and world-weariness. Vampires are the perfect date; the zipless fuck, as Erica Jong coined.
I’ve gathered together my own playground for the children of the night. Vampires never go out of style; they simply slide into the shadows and sheath their fangs back inside their gums. So here’s my selection of phantasical vamp artwork from around the world.
All these seductively evil creatures! My favourites being Midnight Roses, the dredlocked vamp, the redheaded vamp, Queen of Vampires (who looks curiously like Brooke Satchwell), that ferocious looking female dripping wet and about to lunge, and the bat-winged man with head hung low. Now if you'll excuse me, I can see the first rays of dawn fast approaching ... and a thirst beginning to quell deep within me.
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