Selena

December 1, 2020 at 11:31 pm (Arts, Culture, Entertainment, Gothic, Gothic romance, History, Life, love, Plays, Poetry, Romance, theatre) (, , , , )

The old playhouse was closing
It had a successful run throughout its long life
As a playhouse theatre
For 25 years
From comedies to tragedies
Romance to dramas
Several hits
And a few flops

It was a victim of its own success
For so many people
Were wanting to subscribe to its season
Of plays
This old playhouse
Could not seat all those who wanted to attend
What its company of performers and directors
Stage hands and lighting technicians
Had to offer.

So last night was the last performance
In the old playhouse
And now this 1st of December 1945
The new playhouse with new seats
And a much larger seating capacity
For a much larger audience
Would be opening its run
Of Dickens’ classic tale
For Christmas
A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol
With Ebenezer Scrooge
And his longsuffering clerk
Bob Cratchit
And Tiny Tim
And the ghost of Scrooge’s
7-years dead partner
Jacob Marley
With chains upon his feet
And the Ghosts of Christmas Past
Present
and Yet To Come

Selena was an actress

She wasn’t appearing in A Christmas Carol
But she had appeared in the last play
Ever performed in this old playhouse
The play that had finished its run last night
Wuthering Heights
Emily Bronte’s classic tale
of tragic doomed love
Of lovers who went far beyond star-crossed
Trying to reach the heavens
And end up
Falling
Into the abyss.
Of ghosts
And knocking outside the window
And howling winds
And desolate moors
And souls that are damned
And what happens when compassion is lacking
And revenge is always served
Hot or cold.

Selena had played Cathy
The love of Heathcliff’s life
And the woman who loved Heathcliff
Hot love
Passionate love
Forbidden love
The love only hinted at by Emily Bronte
As if Orestes and Electra
Had come from tragic Mycenae of old
To perform unfinished business
On the early 19th Century
Yorkshire Moors

Selena sat on coverings
On the sofa
Where she as Cathy
Had sat with the man
Who was Cathy’s husband
But not Cathy’s love or lover
Edgar Linton
In Bronte’s classic tale

And then
As if in one magic moment
A lighting technician
Suddenly shone the spotlight
On Selena
(Who was dressed to attend
The new theatre playhouse
Christmas Carol
Opening night party)
As she sat on that sofa

And that spotlight
Shone on one promising young actress
Who had performed many great performances
In that old playhouse
And soon would perform many more
In a new playhouse theatre

The spotlight would soon fade
And the lights would come down
For good
on the old playhouse
It may not have been Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre of London
But it had been the town’s old playhouse
Bringing joy and sadness
Heartache and hearbreak
To so many spectators
And audiences over the years

Like many old buildings
This old playhouse
Had character
And thus would be missed
And its old plays
And many performances
Would only be played again
In the memories
of the theatre
Of the mind

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday December 1st
2020.

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One Line Poetic Reflection After Having Watched A Hallmark Christmas Romance Movie This Evening

November 27, 2020 at 11:36 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, love, Poetry, Romance) (, , , )

A Christmas snowfall is God’s gentle baptism of the Earth in the darkest of winter.

-Christopher Dracul Van Helsing

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A Thanksgiving Tale of Two Turkeys

November 26, 2020 at 11:37 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, Humour, Life, News, Politics, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

“It’s a known historical fact that those who call for unity are generally the same people who are standing on the wrong side of any given issue.”
-Renfield R. Renfield MP

“I call on all Americans to put aside their differences and come together in unity,” Joe Biden blathered in his Thanksgiving Day message before then urging Americans to celebrate Thanksgiving by NOT celebrating it.


The good old days when turkeys were either beheaded, pardoned, eaten, or taken for a walk by a beautiful woman and not declared President-elect of the United States of America by the AP Associated Press to which the Western world mainstream Marxist media will assent and various idiotic world leaders including the Instagram bikini girl liking gay wilting flower “Pope” Francis will offer congratulations by phone.

-A Thanksgiving Day observation
written by Christopher
Thursday, November 26th
2020.

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All Bent and Broken

November 25, 2020 at 11:59 pm (Life, Poetry) ()

When I was a kid in elementary school
My older sister was in High School
She talked about a student in her school
Who was a poet
I, at the time, was surprised.
I didn’t think there were any poets
left in the world
I thought they all died out at
the end of the 19th Century.

I don’t remember this poet’s first name
But his last name was Cardinal
And he apparently wrote poetry
Under the pen name
Charles Frederick

He self published his own poetry
In a book
They sold in the High School store
The book was called
Here Lies Charles Frederick
And the picture used to illustrate the cover
Was of a gravestone
That had the name
Charles Frederick on it

My sister bought it
I read the book
And I was impressed

But the only poem I remember this day from it
was about a little girl
Who showed her mother
Her teddy bear
After he had been damaged
And the only line I remember
from the poem
was the last line
The words the little girl
Spoke to her mother
“Mommy, he’s all bent and broken”

And that’s exactly the way I feel tonight
All bent and broken
Earlier today I received a huge punch in the gut
Metaphorical of course
But it’s probably going to send me
Into that deep spiralling well of depression
I thought I had finally escaped from

I’m like that little girl’s teddy bear
In the poem
In the book
Here Lies Charles Frederick-

I’m all bent and broken.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday November 25th
2020.

Writer’s note: The above poem is NOT a work of fiction.

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Waiting By The Sea

February 1, 2020 at 10:53 pm (Avatar Speaks, Folklore, Life, love, Poetry, Romance) ()

Waiting By The Sea

Waiting by the sea
waits she
The time has come
The seagulls call
She approaches the ocean’s thrall
By the waves she hears the sirens’ call 

The sirens call for the one 
whose heart is a match for hers
Bareback on horse she rode without spurs
Wild and free was she
Wild and free like the sea

For most, inclining one’s heart can lead to captivity 
But not for she
She whose heart is like the sea

The sirens know who to call 
The one who will just accept her for being she
She whose heart was wild and free
And pulsates like the rising sea.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday February 1st
2020

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Birthday

November 28, 2019 at 10:44 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Life, Romance, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

Birthday

His birthday fell on U.S. Thanksgiving this year.

And he was Canadian.

So his birthday would be being marked south of the border.

Rita Hayworth was his favourite actress.

Although he had daydreamed about her, she had never appeared in any of his dreams as he slept.

Possibly the new year of his life was off to a good start as he had dreamed about her in the early morning.

In his dream, he had been a detective.

And he had been called in with his cousins to solve a mystery of a rock music band who had mysteriously disappeared on his uncle’s farm.

And Rita Hayworth was his assistant who helped him solve the mystery.

Or at least he assumed he had solved the mystery.

He woke up just as he dreamed he was kissing her.

But still that was off to a good start.

Usually he always woke up before he got the chance to kiss any beautiful woman who appeared in his dream.

He walked outside to shovel the snow.

As a great deal of snow had fallen over night.

As he walked down the steps of the house where he rented a basement room, he noticed rabbit tracks in the snow around the front yard.

That was always a good sign for a new year of life.

As rabbits always made him think of his father who had been born in the Chinese zodiac year of the Rabbit.

. . .

Xi Jinping the paramount leader of China wondered who this mysterious Mr. Inn Lu was in Sydney Australia who was hiding a PRC (People’s Republic of China) Ministry of State Security intelligence defector named Wang in one of his Sydney safe houses.

Wang defected with the help of another Ministry of State Security operative the Vietnamese vampiress Ho Babylon Minh (granddaughter of Vietnamese leader Ho Chi Minh).

Ho herself then went and defected to Taiwan.

Xi tried to get ahold of another Ministry of State Security official the vampiress Mei-ling Manchu to try to track down both defectors.

But she didn’t seem to be answering her Huawei smart phone.

. . .

“Well, Mei-ling,” British MP Renfield R. Renfield asked his vampiress friend from Beijing, “What have you come to tell me?”.

“Well,” Mei-ling licked her vampiress incisors with her tongue, “I’ve decided to overthrow China’s megalomaniac totalitarian despot Xi Jinping and make myself Empress of China.”

“An excellent idea,” Renfield sipped his brandy, “what can I do to help?”.

. . .

Inside a time tunnel in a mountain hideout, the Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was about to set out with her companion:

“Well, Dracul,” she asked Van Helsing, “are you ready to begin our mission?”.

-A vampire novel chapter 
written by Christopher
Thursday November 28th
2019.

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Reblog of Hyperion Zen: Notes From Afar

September 30, 2019 at 9:25 pm (Commentary, Culture, Inspiration, Life, Personal essays, Philosophy) (, , )

Here’s an excellent blog post written by my friend Daniel.

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Tagged For Happiness

September 29, 2019 at 10:46 pm (Commentary, Inspiration, Life, Music, music videos, Personal essays) (, , )

Tagged For Happiness

I’ve been tagged for happiness by Jessica:

Home

Let’s keep looking at the bright side of life.

I’m tagging Daniel

https://returnofdragons.wordpress.com/

and Sherry

https://sherriedevaleriahendrie.wordpress.com/

Rules:

1. Each Thursday, Beckie will pick a theme (Naturally something positive).

2. She will therefore tag two bloggers to continue the themed positive message along.

3. You the recipient of the tag can select anyway you want to share this positivity (Example Quote, Affirmation, Music Video, Memes, Pictures etc. as long as it sticks to the theme).

4. Please create a ping back to the original post 

“POP!” Pop of Positivity Share

as well as notifying your tagged bloggers that you have selected them.

For the theme of Happiness, I will be sharing two videos.

The videos are on the subject of joy.

Joy is actually something somewhat different from happiness.

Joy is something you can suddenly experience even in the midst of despair.
-Amadeus Emanon

The above is a quote from Amadeus Emanon one of the characters in my vampire novel that he made many years ago.

For a full explanation on what is the difference between joy and happiness, I suggest reading C.S. Lewis’ book Surprised By Joy.

For a brief explanation, I would say joy is something that is bestowed supernaturally.

Happiness is generally dependent on the physical world and one’s surroundings (people and places).

Ever since my dad died from cancer back in June 2010 and I developed clinical depression as a result, happiness has been something difficult to find on a daily basis.

But in the years since my dad died, I have experienced joy.

Joy is something that is bestowed as a blessing from an external force or what I would say as a blessing from an external person (let Star Wars keep its force. Electricity is a force but it is not a person). That external person being God.

Here then are the songs that for me express joy and give me joy:

Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring

Fairest Lord Jesus

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Sunshine Blogger Award In The Middle of A Snow Storm

September 28, 2019 at 10:57 pm (Life, Personal essays) (, )

Sunshine Blogger Award In The Middle of A Snow Storm

Gene Tierney: And now the winner of the award for Best Sunshine Blogger Performance In A Snow Storm is…. Mr. Dracul Van Helsing!

As the city where I live is about to be hit by a major snowstorm this weekend, my friend Jessica has nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award.

Jessica’s blog can be found here:
https://jessicaelarsen.com 

Thanks, Jessica. 🙂

The ghost of Orson Welles toasts Jessica.

Award rules:

1) Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them
(thanks Jessica! and I have provided the link above)

2) List the rules and display an award logo on your post. (I am currently listing the rules now and I shall display the logo down below)

3) Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you (I shall do so down below)

4) Nominate 11 new bloggers to receive the award and notify them by commenting on their posts 

5) Ask the nominees 11 new questions

Questions as asked by Jessica:

1) If your life was a novel, what would the title be?

Answer: The Moving Finger Writes and Having Writ, Moves On

2) If you could choose anyone in the world to lead your country, who would it be?

Answer: Renfield R. Renfield the British MP who’s a character in my vampire novel.

He’s the only one I can think of who can truly handle the times we’re living in.

3) What is one thing that you’ve never eaten that you’d like to try?

Answer: Roast pterodactyl 

4) What is the strangest food that you’ve ever eaten?

Chocolate covered locusts (they might have tasted better with wild honey since Saint John the Baptist lived on locusts and wild honey) 

5) If you could have a romantic getaway with one person for a weekend (imagine you’re single, celebrities allowed) who would it be?

Answer: Actress Rita Hayworth (real name Margarita Carmen Cansino) on a romantic weekend sometime back in the early 1940s

Actress Rita Hayworth is my favourite actress of all time. And my most passionate celebrity crush.

I’d loved to have spent a romantic weekend with her during her heyday of the decade of the 1940s.

I can picture at the end of the romantic weekend with her, her husband actor and director Orson Welles walking in, seeing the two of us together, pulling out a revolver (that he had borrowed from actor Humphrey Bogart) and shooting me dead.

And Dooley Wilson (the actor who played Sam in the 1942 movie Casablanca) would play the piano and sing the song As Time Goes By at my funeral.

And Orson Welles would deliver the eulogy at my funeral, “This was the noblest Casanova of them all…”

6) What was the darkest movie or novel that you’ve ever fallen in love with?

Answer: The Wolfman 1941 with Claude Rains, Lon Chaney Jr. and Evelyn Ankers

7) What’s your dream date?

With a beautiful woman (the unknown woman of my dreams) on a beach on a South Seas island on a moonlit evening under palm and coconut trees

8) Would you ever consider being one of the first humans to go to Mars knowing that you could never return to Earth?

No. 

9) Most memorable birthday?

My 16th.

My parents took me to dinner and a show at a dinner theatre.

We had the table right in front of the stage.

The star of the play was actor Werner Klemperer who played Col. Klink in the TV show Hogan’s Heroes.

When the show was over, I waited around to get his autograph.

He gave me an autographed photo that he signed “To Christopher” when I told him my name.

“Yes,” he said, “Christopher, I noticed you sitting in the front there. You seemed to be watching and observing everything in the play very intently. Are you going to be a playwright yourself? You seem to have the look and gaze of a playwright-director about you.”

I hadn’t thought of that at the time.

In my last year of University, I did think of becoming a screenplay writer and film director like my hero Orson Welles.

But my mother was having none of that.

She wanted me to become a lawyer which was the profession she decided for me since I was very young.

She arranged to have me thrown off a local TV show I appeared in to ensure that I wouldn’t go into show business and have me become a lawyer instead like she desired.

The end result of course was I wound up a newspaper reporter – a career neither one of us really wanted.

10) Who inspires you the most in the world?
My dad did when he was alive.
And my other inspiration is C.S. Lewis through his writings.

11) What is one of your favourite quotes?

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

. . .

I tag anyone who wants to answer my questions.

And for my questions, I will use Jessica’s questions above because I think they were very good questions.

-A Sunshine Blogger 
acceptance post
written by Christopher
The Evenings of 
Friday September 27th
and
Saturday September 28th
2019.

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Sherry and The Unicorn

September 15, 2019 at 10:55 pm (Commentary, Folklore, History, Inspiration, Life, love, magic, Mythology, Nature, Poetry, Romance, The Supernatural) (, , )

Sherry and The Unicorn

The golden colours of autumn
Shone brightly around the hills and trees
As Sherry set out from her beautiful rustic old farmstead and grounds

Autumn was her favourite time of year she reflected 
As a cool autumn breeze blew gently through her dark hair

Sherry loved to go on evening walks 
Sometimes alone
Or with her dog 
Or one of her children 

Tonight she was alone 
Alone to contemplate 
And silently communicate with both God and Nature
Which was one of her favourite past times 
Contemplating and communicating with both God and Nature

She set out on the path
That would take her along the river
And by the woods

In her eyes both peace and sadness
Peace from communicating with God and nature 
Sadness from the night her nearly 3 year old daughter died from pneumonia 
In her arms 
On the night when the worst March snowstorm of the century hit Western Europe 
And ambulances were unable to get through the snow drifts 
To reach the farm stead 
And rush the girl to hospital

Sherry gave the impression of one who had lived a thousand lives
For her eyes seemed to reflect the wisdom of one who had

She had been born in the Malaysian province of Sarawak
On the island of Borneo
Through her veins flowed the blood of the Iban 
Who were the famed Head Hunters of Borneo
Whose exploits and ferocity 
Were the stuff of folk lore 
But were now a gentle and loving people 
Since the light of Christ had been brought to them

Also the blood of the Malay flowed through her veins
The people who gave Malaysia its name

On her father’s side she had both Chinese and Japanese ancestry 
For her paternal grandfather and paternal grandmother had a Romeo and Juliet style love story
But one with a happy ending

Her grandfather was Japanese 
Having been born into a noble Japanese Samurai family 
Of one of the many Samurai clans that existed throughout Japan
And still existed prior to Gen. MacArthur’s governorship of the country in the post-World War II years

Now those mighty Samurai clans existed only in history books and ancestral family stories 
And of course Hollywood and Japanese films 

But her grandfather a noble Samurai knight 
Had fallen in love with a Chinese woman
In a time period when the Samurai clans had fallen under the sway of Tojo
And an extreme militaristic form of Shintoism 
Whose Japanese master race theories about Japanese racial superiority among Asians
Were matching Hitler’s German racial superiority theories about 
German racial superiority 
Among the peoples of Europe 

So it would not do for a Japanese samurai knight 
To fall in love with a Chinese woman
And worse still as far as his family and clan 
were concerned-
He wanted to marry her!

Keep her as a kept woman if you must 
His immediate male family members told him
But do not, under any circumstances, marry her.

But this noble Samurai knight was truly noble by nature 
And not noble in name only.
He married the woman he loved-
A woman of China!

The result was the the pronouncement of a Japanese Samurai clan’s equivalent 
Of an Iranian ayatollah’s fatwa-
A death edict for both the Samurai 
And his bride!

The couple fled as far away from the reach of the Samurai clans as they could get
To the island of Borneo!

And many years later Sherry was born
The granddaughter of these star-crossed lovers

Sherry was teased as a child
Because the village because of the darkness of her eyes 
Thought her the reincarnation 
Of the River serpent woman
Who haunted her village and family folklore
A great great great grandmother several generations back in her Iban family tree 
Who had a human body for the top part 
But a serpent body for the bottom part of her body

It was said the River serpent woman 
had extremely dark eyes
And Sherry had the darkest eyes of any female currently living in her family

But that was Sherry’s past
And the sights of autumn and deer
And rabbits and squirrels was Sherry’s present

The unicorn sat down in the clearing of the woods
A magical and enchanting creature 
In an age where the only magic and enchanting were done by dark beings
And therefore magical enchanting creatures of God were rarely seen

Of course the Unicorn being an essentially shy creature preferred it this way
Being able to walk the woods and hills freely without being gaped at by other creatures
Particularly those creatures with 2 arms and 2 legs and ten fingers and 10 toes who seemed to be particularly fond of gaping 
Particularly those who carried those annoying little objects in their hands
And were always emitting flashes of light at themselves 
Particularly as they stood alongside other creatures 

The unicorn looked up 
And then paused
For one of those creatures 
He was just thinking about
Was standing on the other side of the River 
And looking at him.

The unicorn thought about turning to run
He turned its gaze back to the creature
And the creature did something odd for this type of creature 
Instead of getting closer to get a better look at him
The creature sat down on the banks of the River 
And just looked 

Not an annoying look either 
Just a contemplative look 
It was not eying the Unicorn either for dinner or emitting a flash 
From an object in its hand 
Just a gentle look 
A look that seemed to acknowledge 
The Unicorn as a fellow subject 
Rather than an object to be simply gaped at
For the sake of gaping 

The creature on the other side of the River then smiled at the Unicorn
That was it!
A simple smile
It seemed to be a kind smile 
The Unicorn thought
Not a nasty or self-absorbed smile
That too often seemed to accompany the countenance
Of creatures like these

For some reason the Unicorn felt inclined to cross the River 
On the other bank now 
As the Unicorn stood 
He noticed the creature with the kind smile 
Had still not made any movement towards it-
The Unicorn.

The Unicorn approached and bowed its head and horn within inches of the creature with the kind smile 
The creature with the kind smile gently patted his head and horn 
And smiled some more.
The Unicorn gave the creature its own kind smile 
And walked back across the River and then into the woods from whence it came.

When she returned home, some of her children called out to Sherry,
“Did you have a good walk, Mom?”.

“Yes, I did,” Sherry nodded as she took off her coat, “A very good walk.”

“Did you see anything?” The children asked.

“Yes,” Sherry smiled, “I saw some deer. And some rabbits and a squirrel.”

Sherry put her finger to her lips and mused aloud, “And let’s see. What else did I see?”.

Then she thought some more and then smiled, “Oh yes. And I saw a Unicorn.”

“Oh, Mom!” The children giggled and laughed.

-A poem written by Christopher
Sunday September 15th
2019.

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