Every season is horror season when you’re living in a wasteland of violence and late-stage capitalism, but if I had to pick one month that most embodies the genre it would, of course, be October. Horror’s tricky — when it’s good, it’s good. But it can be difficult to begin when everything’s a remake of a remake or part of the “Saw” franchise. And that’s such a shame, because horror has so much capacity for beauty, humor and compelling narrative. If you want to be scared and unsettled and blown away, here’s what I recommend for the most wonderful time of the year.
Soon, sooner than most of us posters, scrollers, refreshers and general internet lurkers would like, Twitter is going to up its character count to 280 — double the current limit. And while that increases potential for memes and political screaming, it also affects a community of poets who use Twitter as their primary means of publication.
Everything Aronofsky does perpetuates the idea of “genius” as something that one man (always a man) achieves in a state of monomania, locked in his room, scribbling his masterpiece, riding the wave of adrenaline and the compulsion of God, the muses or innate and unmatchable skill.