I breathe my own cinema-focused (visual-centric) obsessions straight to the tendrils of your fevered lungs. Consider these so-called "cheap papers" on film, art, music, anime, games and other artistic obsessions a stiff shot of caffeinated creativity. Zone out and drift, baby, drift.
12 Mar 2020 1 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
QUEST FOR THE UNICORN, a fun gory horror-fantasy I wrote, is now streaming on Tubi.tv! If you have time, add it to your queue and check it out. The movie was a blast to write, and was my first experience in preparing a general shot list for the dire...
27 Feb 2020 1 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
Body and sand crystallize to sin, the dip of gentle skin, a curve to fondle, and now we've sunk fingers into folds. We've become heirs to the Symbolic Order, and cut -- The camera slow-pans over pale thighs and to the darkened crevice of the entrance...
25 Feb 2020 1 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
The ache of infinite collisions, of the streak, the bleak beyond calling. [a whispered hum] And we suffer the drone of those who encircle the void. We plant seeds of fatigue and dream of empty corridors, strange sunsets in the marshlands. [your rock...
21 Feb 2020 2 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
What follows is a "lyric essay," a kind of poetic meditation, on the film TREMORS 5: BLOODLINE. I wrote this shortly after completing my NOTES FOR THE WOUNDED ROOMS collection, and found a rather interesting color study of this film hosted on an acad...
20 Feb 2020 1 minute read 3 comments jxgrefe
Ignore the clouds. There are butterflies here. And murmurs of piano. Fingers dug in the soil of our bliss. I loved you then. I love you now. And now, when you open eyes to the blue beyond, to the white bubbles that ring joy to the cosmos, this is wh...
18 Feb 2020 2 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
This is a movie that stretches bold in its singularity. What follows are a series of fragmented thoughts, explorations of the cinematic melding. We've become a dark synth over grainy forgotten VHS wastelands in the woods. It's Christmas and mom has...
18 Feb 2020 2 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
They'll tell you to be a star, Sam Bones, to croak nightmares and dive from balconies overlooking crumbled city-scapes. The roads are empty. Somehow, it's always night. The world is always televised: microwaves, stereos, VHS players, plates, dolls, a...
14 Feb 2020 1 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
GOREPOT: EXTREME BONGFEST: Enter the pummeling insanity of controlled splatters, winking chunky riffs -- booty-shaking, spasm-inducing goop slopped into your ears, drenched down your throat-hole. Shut your eyes and bliss. Sew shut your mouth. A drago...
14 Feb 2020 1 minute read 0 comments jxgrefe
The unending swallow / A mash of hope, gut-stuffed in the snow / [we smear tears on the lawn, smell lives of distant unity] And we're a cascade of laundry lines stretched across eyes. [taut, soft to the touch] To be clean. To pretend love is not a...
