Hoffhines Shoots Writer R. O'Donnell

Fine photographer Eric Hoffhines shoots away at writer R. O'Donnell. Eric Hoffhines graduated with a BFA in Photography & Cinema from Ohio State University. He has freelanced for CNN and worked in all areas of production for ABC Network News, Nightline, and the original Oprah Winfrey Show.

Eric has worked as a cameraman and editor on the Fox Chicago comedy special Twisted starring Matt Besser of Comedy Central’s The Upright Citizens Brigade. For continuity, Eric co-created, along with O'Donnell, commercials featuring Besser that were shot and edited ala Ernie Kovacs for a seamless hour of programming. Sponsors included McDonalds, Toyota, Jiffy Lube, Ameritech, and Office Max.

The Kreep Remembers Bread-lines Haunted By Depression Era Ghosts & Goblins

National Archives, Bread-lines circa 1930

I have lived through many rigid times in America. Over the centuries, I have witnessed some awfully strange and fantastic trials surrounding our cultural composition. Especially during the Crash of 1929, preceding the Great Depression.

It is a dreadfully sad affair when you see your neighbors forced to move out of their lovely homes to bed down with friends and family; people desperately consolidating their lives to compensate for a quick n’ crumbling economy. It is frightening too because you fear the shadow of poverty and despair might envelope you next. It might tap you on the shoulder and whisper in your ear, “This way, please.”

Nothing was more peculiar, however, than to observe some of the ghosts and goblins on my block scrambling to readjust to this unanticipated human condition. Spirits were now aimlessly wandering the streets, haunting the alleyways and breadlines because their dwellings were now vacant of human beings. During these hauntingly needy times, not only the living suffered but also all the dead.

During this depression I was fortunate enough to find work on the college lecture circuit, regarding my book The Vampire – Allegory & Accuracy. Alas this only fascinated a small band of adolescent bloodsuckers calling themselves The Brood. This ragtag band of kids loved my observations, surprised by the exactness of my dissertations, and subsequently they followed me throughout the countryside. They too were falling on hard times, you see, because the wealth they amassed usually came from their affluent victims, and of late, they were as penniless as all.

Never the less, The Brood decided to create a community that, for better or for worse, feed off each other. They were, now more than ever, oddly particular in whom they let in to their tight-knit crimson tribe. It was no longer sufficient to randomly pick victims based on their stature. Now they had to assess the quality of their character as well. The Brood was morally evolving, no longer collecting monetarily but spiritually for the first time in their blood-sucking lives.

This was truly an optimistic outcome to a contemporary national crises, one that not only augmented the quality of their tribe overall, but allowed me to join them in their cause. Which I did immediately: it was inevitable; pulling together in a spiritual equality is why we survived into the next millennium–end of story.

An likewise, with today’s re-Depression looming, forcing all of us to reexamine our dependency on affluence and credit card misapprehensions, it is time to seek spiritual companionship with one another once again. Since we should never judge a person by the size of their wallet, for in these coarse times that mindset will certainly leave you, like the spirits were, wandering the streets alone. Yet the principle that we finally come together based on the quality of our hearts and not our bank accounts is a positive consequence of simply “losing it all”. And so it is my kreepy friends, dust t’dust. For you can’t take it with you in the end. For even the dead know this for certain.

In e†ernity,
Brazillia R. Kreep

DUST T'DUST

O’ how we tally silver
In calm we count thy coins
Over n’ over
Over n’ over
Whilst family nurtures on
Tic tock thy clocks
Whoosh the winds of speculation
Care little for the squall
T’procure life’s devotions
Beyond white picket fences
Fancy trimmings
Gilded blessings
More n’ more
More n’ more
Fill t’brim t’overflowing
Further parent’s score
Until plastic cracks
Snaps thy credence
Bleeds upon the floor
Red, white, n’ blue
American dreaming
T’know nothing’s indissoluble
Dust t’dust
Dust t’dust
O’ tepid angels
Therefore
Wherefore
No more

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The Kreep Pens Bloody Valentine

What if Cupid watched the slasher flick My Bloody Valentine 3D?



Cupid is right outside a suburban window. An old angel with dirty wings, he stands there peek-a-booing through the frosty glass of someone’s living room. He takes a withered hand and wipes away the chill, wonders why the roses and the paper hearts aren’t hung around the living room akin to the holly and blinking lights that the Christmas angels all adore. He thinks his lovely celebration is dwindling. Cupid deems our hearts are growing bitter. So our wee-sized cherub with a duffle bag filled with dusty arrows and a bow shakes his head, walks away bewildered.

Cupid passes a movie theatre where the marquee flickers the latest show: My Bloody Valentine, now in dazzling 3D. He buys a voucher as the ticket taker rips it with a smile full of metal. The young boy behind the ropes doesn’t even notice the seraph, not at all. Which is a trick that Cupid mastered long ago. If you saw him, he would simply appear as someone you once loved.

Now Cupid hasn’t taken-in a picture show for ages. Of course he knows that this is a really creepy one, but he’s watched a few before. He remembers Alfred Hitchcock’sPsycho and Steven Spielberg’s Jaws and figures incorrectly that the valentine in the title suggested something easygoing; at least it was “theme appropriate” to his cause.

It wasn’t long before the first 3D gore hit the big screen with a splatter. He ducked, stopped eating his popcorn too. More than anything, Cupid loved to munch on buttered popcorn. After today, he would never eat another kernel. He spit the rest back into the greasy cardboard bowl and slid it under his seat. He was glad no one noticed that he did that. They were all too busy screaming.

All around him couples were clinging to one another, shrieking n’ shivering from the horrors director Patrick Lussier (Scream I, II & III) persistently threw in all their faces. And they loved it. Every last adolescent one of them was in cheesy splatter heaven. Holding onto one another as if they were dropping off the face of a way too complicated world, My Bloody Valentine – 3D delivered such gratuitous ultra-violence to make their little hearts explode.

Later, Cupid finds himself peeking through the same suburban window. Two teenagers are sitting uncomfortably on the sofa. He knows that they are the next to fall in love. Without a thought, he summons a most severe malevolent demon from beneath the floorboards that’s more than willing to oblige. The creature pushes his face right into the couple’s. It scares the b’jesus outta ‘em as they scream like little girls. The demon disappears as quickly as he manifested. There was silence for a while. A little bit of steam from where the creature vanished hovered in the air. Then, as Cupid had predicted, they fell lovingly into one another’s arms.

In E†ernity,
Brazillia R. Kreep

CUPID'S FLIGHT

Uncertainty made him shudder
That old Cupid was quiet baffled
Tucked away his bow and arrow
In a faded ancient duffle bag
Shook his head in wonder
‘Cause he simply didn’t know
Why the arrow was deflected
Left stuck in barren soil
For he knew what he was aiming at
Seldom ever misses
While a tear falls down his cheek as he recalls
Buttons-up his color
Heading toward a highway
Of another lonely friendless concrete town
Looking in the mirror
Reflecting neon from his motel
Cupid does not need to shave his face at all
Although he’s older than the sunrise
Given wings by God almighty
For two lovers born in a garden long ago
But he doubts himself, you see
For the world truly keeps evolving
It seems love is playing awful hide n’ seek
So before he leaves forever
He visits one last time
Looks at them to touch their hearts to show
If it is him or something other
Hidden beneath the silence
Which is the sorrow come between them he can tell
Cupid searches for the answers
But swears it is so confusing
As he notices for the first time that his tiny hands are swollen
Much older than before
As the solace finds him
Holds him for several seconds
He decides to leave his duffle bag behind
Standing on the shoulder of an interstate leading nowhere
Cupid bids the world a sad farewell
Vanishing into thunder
Like when he first arrived there
While suddenly God’s tears begin to pour
Headlights cut the shimmer
As a couple stop their car
Pick up this drenched angelic wonder just to see
Written on the side
In crying magic marker
Love just wasn’t welcome anymore

source: R. Productions

Be Careful What You Wish For, An Ode To Coraline

The Kreep, Karmela, and Coraline box #46 from Liaka Films

I am so in love with Henry Selick's animated 3D masterpiece Coraline that I will see it a hundred times more, and if so allowed, many times thereafter. Such a luscious and ample world it creates. From the very launch of the film, a tiny whiff of shadowy wonder swiftly frees my inner child, taking him by the hand, touching the oh-so-curious nature of his heart, to place him delicately at the foot of magnificent awe and splendor.

Based on Neil Gaiman's superlative book, Coraline achieves a classic ambience, a look and feel that has and will continue to weave itself into the very fabric of our culture. Fantastic characters, visual parades of pomp and circumstance, Gothic flights of fancy all wrapped within a musical score by the stirred maestro Bruno Coulais, and this Coraline is easily and without question this generation's Wizard of Oz.

I have heard the whispers of caution to the kiddies. Ignore them all I tell you. For flying monkeys grabbing little girls and puppy dogs in the land of Oz certainly had me running for the covers when I was just a child, and the very reason I went back for more each and every year. Life IS scary after all, and unpredictable, and wondrous too. That's why Coraline fits the bill so scrumptiously.

I will not waste your precious time on regurgitated storylines or detailed moments that spoil the surprise, but rather encourage you to go out and buy your ticket straight away at once without delay. For when I sat in the theatre full of adults and wee ones chattering and guffawing about nothing much, the moment Coraline parted the curtains, there was a hush that lingered throughout the entire film. Only the collective waves of revelations, yelps, and opulent ovations remained until the final credits rolled. A wondrously fabulous thing indeed!

In Eternity,

Brazillia R. Kreep


CORALINE'S PLIGHT
So ignored cute Coraline
From her lips began to whine
On this n' that and other things
O' How her mind performed handsprings
Into shadows here n' there
Places where y'go nowhere
Up n' down n' all around
In n' out n' quite housebound
Coraline would soon begin
A journey everywhere within
Through a tiny modest door
Supernatural decor
T'find such splendid things
Upside down round rumblings
Pings n' pangs n' bings n' bongs
Dings n' dangs n' dips n' dongs
Coraline exhausted all
Soon t'sleep before nightfall
Then t'wake back home n' then
Open up the door again
Pops n' pows n' booms n' bangs
Fits n' fizzes n' Tweets n' twangs
All of it was grandiose
Words of it were quite verbose
Yet a price She'd have t'pay
As the darkness came t'stay
Deeper darker days appeared
Wild this was so awfully weird
How she wished it in reverse
Creepy creatures t'disburse
But too late our sweetie be
How she'd pay so dearly
Coraline knew but did ignore
Be careful, kids, what you wish for

"Coraline" Animated Film Team Honors The Kreep

Gothic poet and illustrator The Kreep (a.k.a R. O’Donnell) has received an entirely handmade box of treasures collected specifically for him by the CORALINE team at Laika films. Inside the box, numbered 47/50, are highly decorated secret compartments that contain relics from the film including a bat/dog model, a bat body mold, authentic skeleton key with secret password, and a wing skeleton prototype #3. An old envelop with a wax seal with inlaid black button (as used for the eyes of the witch) and a hand-typed note explained the curious gift:

DEAR R.,

INSIDE THIS OLD BOX IS A ONE-OF-A-KIND COLLECTION WE’VE AMASSED AND CATALOGUED WITH YOU AND YOU ALONE IN MIND…THE PLAIN TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS, WE ARE PRETTY OBSESSED WITH DARK STORIES. LIKE YOU. WE ADMIRE YOUR DEDICATION TO THE KREEP. PLEASE KEEP UP THE SUPER WORK. WE’LL BE READING.

SINCERELY,

THE CORALINE TEAM

For the last three years, 351 of the world’s oddest and most talented animators, artisans, and puppet fabricators have been hand-making CORALINE. Led by Henry Selick, the director of THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS and JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH, this team has created the first stop-motion feature shot entirely in 3D. Based on the beloved best-selling children’s classic by Neil Gaiman, CORALINE is a fairy-tale nightmare steeped in classic storytelling, craftsmanship, and the old-fashioned art of moviemaking magic. CORALINE hits theatres February 2009.



The Kreep is produced by R. Productions in association with Hoffhines Productions, and published by Static Networx on 100% of Nothing, an art and culture ezine linked to a free downloadable podcast on iTunes.

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Gothic Poet The Kreep Pens *Jigsaw* On iTunes For Halloween

SAW V in theaters now

Gothic poet The Kreep has penned one of his very special poems entitled Jigsaw to honor SAW V the latest offering in the popular SAW horror film franchise, to be posted on popular eZine 100percentofnothing.com on Halloween.

The Kreep, produced by R. Productions in association with Hoffhines Productions, and published by Static Multimedia, is offered in several social media formats such as a syndicated feature on 100percentofnothing.com, an art and culture Ezine linked to a free downloadable podcast on iTunes. Selected poems will also receive an audio/visual treatment and posted on YOUtube and Vampire Freaks while compilations can be found in book form on Issuu. And throughout the month of October, The Kreep is one of the Voices Of Halloween on the 8th annual Neverendingwonder.com Halloween Radio.

A new Kreepy poem is available every Wednesday at midnight on 100% of Nothing with a link to a free iTunes podcast. Last week The Kreep payed tribute to one of the greatest horror films of all time, William Petter Blatty's The Exorcist, in stores now on DVD.

Take a slice of Edward Gorey, a dash of Gothic angst with just a pinch of Gomez Addams, and you’ll understand THE KREEP’s romantically macabre sensibility.

External Kreepy Links

100PERCENTOFNOTHING.COM

KREEPY KRUMBS - VOL. I - BOOK OF POEMS

THE KREEP ON MYSPACE

THE KREEP ON VAMPIRE FREAKS

THE KREEP ON iTUNES †

THE KREEP ON YOUtube

THE KREEP is an R. Productions, Static Multimedia, and Hoffhines Production gig. © 2008 R. Productions

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THE KREEP PENS ODE TO THE EXORCIST

I first saw William Peter Blatty’s The Exorcist, directed by Academy® Award-winner William Friedkin (The French Connection) in a small suburban movie theatre nestled in the heart of Media, Pennsylvania–just West of Philadelphia. Afterwards, I slept with the lights on… for weeks. Literarily. The idea that the devil could just sweep into my body, and make me spew all over a priest had me absolutely terrified. I was an altar boy after all. I even knew where the Holy Water and the wine were stashed for goodness sake. I also hung around the priests, some old enough to remind me of the exorcist himself. While others had tales of actual exorcisms they had attended over the years. It was such a creepy existence after experiencing that horror show.

The Exorcist, directed by Academy® Award-winner William Friedkin (The French Connection) is the scariest movie in the world. Period. I visit it only once in a blue moon after many glasses of wine or when I want to feel the warm release of my bowls. Such as after Regan (Linda Blair) walks backwards down the stairs like a spider in The Version You’ve Never Seen. Oh my God. I am sitting in a darkened theatre in Chicago, Illinois some thirty years later, knowing I can handle the scares because I know the film, I know it, every creepy nook and cranny. But when Regan runs down the stairs like an arachnid on speed I screamed along with several other unsuspecting souls. We all looked at each other. We were all going to be sleeping with the lights on… again.
So step on up, ladies and gentlemen! This is the original, the one and only most terrifying exorcism movie ever filmed. Watch it alone and in the dark, folks. I double-double-dare you.

In E†ernity,
The Kreep

THE EXORCIST
Across the window pane an autumn leaf hovers
T’sway back and fourth
drop toward Boston street below
Float endlessly along concrete stairs
As hobgoblins n’ witches titter crosswalks
Whist beneath lamppost he stands in shadows
T’know duty holds him still
A Priest eyes the leaf,
Folding over n’ over
T’land at feet quite cold
How he knows what waits inside the girl
For it is endless
Without patience
All ego n’ bitterness scold
T’kill the slightest warmth
Bend most delicate devotion
Crush innocent soul
There in window peeking
Tiny leaf hitches another gust
T’disappear into the gloom
O’ exorcist t’cross himself
Stand more erect than his age permits
Removes his hat
T’approach such wickedness
Unyielding



KREEPY KRUMBS - VOL. I - BOOK OF POEMS

THE KREEP ON MYSPACE

THE KREEP ON VAMPIRE FREAKS

THE KREEP ON YOUtube



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