Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from July, 2013

THE MADHOUSE REVIEW: TOTEMS AND TABOOS

Totems and Taboos $19.65; 76 pages; June, 2005 ISBN-13: 978-1411667020 by Jason V. Brock Cycatrix Press When I first opened Totems and Taboos, I met a piece of art titled, “Release.”   Drawn to the deep red background, contrasted against the dancing, soft pink outlines of the female form, I stayed on this page for a few minutes, thinking, analyzing.    The piece vibrated with sexual energy, yet there was a subtle violence to it that screamed—and screamed louder—the longer I looked at it.   Colors began to blend and images contorted on the page, and visuals that I didn’t initially notice showed up and questioned me to go further. To dig deeper. And that’s what Brock’s collection is about. Going deeper, and not being afraid of what you find when you get to the bottom. Brock brings the horror genre to a new light as he tackles stereotypes, social conventions, physical and psychological break—whether through love or hate—and fashions them together to bring out a product t

WYTOVICH GETS STRAIGHTJACKET READY

PATIENT: LEE ALLEN HOWARD ILLNESS: WRITER When did you start writing? Why did you pick the genre you write it? One of my favorite books in elementary school was the humorous and horrific How to Care for Your Monster (1970) by Norman Bridwell. I’m not sure where else I got my excitement for horror fiction from, but I’ve always liked the spooky and morbid. In second grade I started writing my own stories on three-ring notebook paper, binding them with construction paper covers. One memorable story was titled “Eyeballs Only,” about a mad scientist who turns into a monster that goes on a rampage to pluck people’s eyes out and eat them. Like chocolate-covered cherries, they squirt in your mouth. I got a charge out of seeing people react with horror and disgust to something I’d written. (And I still do.) When I was around 14, I devoured Tom Tryon’s The Other (1971). I was electrified! And that’s what spurred me to write stories of horror, crime, and the supernatural. Where y

HYSTERIA PULLS SOME TRICKS IN THE MADHOUSE

PATIENT: MIKE MEHALEK ILLNESS: TRICKSTER (AKA WRITER) With HYSTERIA running loose out in the world, she continues to collect patients and spread madness like a disease, maybe now more so than ever. Crazy or sane, she locks her victims up, listening to their stories and memorizing their words. Nothing makes her happier than the drama in the psych ward, and at the end of the day-- only after she's sucked the patients dry of their memories and dreams--does she curl up in Ward C and start to compose. Today, she ended up in Boston and decided to pay SHUWPF Alum, Mike Mehalek a visit. And now he too, is tragically locked up w ith nowhere to go--nowhere to look--but outside the asylum window. The Asylum Window Mike Mehalek, Spring of '98 Peering down, An oak tree, a lamp post, a person cast their shadows on the sidewalk from the morning sun. Dew sparkles, a car speeds, a man smokes. All eventually disappear. Peering down. i see two girls' joking

HYSTERIA TAKES OVER MADHOUSE POETRY PROJECT

Hello Everyone-- The past two weeks have certainly been filled with their own special brand of madness, but I'm here to report that the initial Poetry Project that I started when I began my adventure with HYSTERIA has reached a following of 600+ people on Twitter today. Talk about true insanity! So true to my word, I'm here to give you a taste of the muse herself. Tonight, I give you a patient that cries herself to crazy. A patient that can't distinguish fact from fiction, reality from fantasy. Remember, madness lives inside of us all. It's just a matter of finding it, and knowing how to keep it hidden. Stay Scared, Stephanie M. Wytovich Patient Sorrow In the corner she wept, And when I asked her name, She looked at me,              Eyes wide in question,              Reflecting the coolest of blues              Like a wave at high tide And she whispered my name, Her lips moving in sync with mine, Her tears streaming down my cheek