Then--as now,
You would have heard it drag its limp along,
Barely ahead of its own shadow
The hobbled pace gave way to
Tumbling, invisibly,
As the music of disappearance disappeared.
If in a book it corresponded to a name, an illustration,
A theory of origin at least we might know
What next. Now it emerges
So stunningly unknown that anything short of
Attack must be irresponsible
Or, in allowing such attacks, irresponsibly patient.
Late Night with The Devil
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Cameron and Colin Cairnes’ retro horror jaunt LATE NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL has
an irresistible cult-baiting premise. The year is 1977, Satanic panic is
brew...
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