dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession
WHY DESTROY YOURSELF? WHY DIE BEFORE YOUR TIME? THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE TREMBLE. DESIRE IS NO LONGER STIRRED. DO NOT CONFORM ANY LONGER TO THE PATTERN OF THIS WORLD.
Sunday, 18 November 2012
Simon Bestwick’s story Dermot features in a Black Static magazine from last year, #24. It
concludes with an encounter in a police cell which for personal reasons struck
a tender nerve. You think you have these fears, born and bred along with you, and
then you hear another writer talk or you read another writer write, and they
bump it all on up to higher levels of fret, certifying your concerns. You walk away thinking well thanks a lot for scaring the pants off me, how much do I owe you for the privilege? In the
past it’s been said on here that horror is the mother genre because it can have
everything, lightness shines brighter in the dark and all that sweet n sour stuff, but when the horror
sticks to horror and that horror is a credible horror, only hinted at beyond local shadows instead of being thrust down your throat behind a cheap mask and fake blood (cue teenage screaming), then
sometimes you question what the hell kind of a genre you have your face buried
in. Perhaps the Holy Bible would be better—a form of prescription reading, for
healing, perhaps. Any Jehovah's Witness pamphlets knocking about? A copy of The Watchtower? Anything?
has interesting thoughts on what may lurk inside the woodshed, so to speak, although when it
comes down to far-out beliefs, even he chuckles at the idea of certain
individuals ‘morphing into velociraptors’. He has, aside from unsettling
imaginings about the inner workings of fictional police stations, some keen
related observations on conspiracy theories. He brought to light something
along the lines of this: It is more
debilitating for the human mind to see no pattern where there is one rather
than create a pattern where there isn’t. Horror IS NOT the best genre...didn't you know? CROSS-GENRE is the best genre.
Andrew has performed his spoken word at Contact Theatre Manchester and South Bank Centre London. His publications include Not Shut Up and The Big Issue. He has collaborated with the creative works of prisoners, patients and refugees. In 2008 his collages were displayed in a Co-operative art exhibition. Since then he has recorded over forty electronic music tracks and designed forty ceramic sculptures. He is currently working on a cyber goth novel while editing a substantial backlist, besides compiling a hardcopy portfolio of digital photo-montages and sketches.
Andrew was ousted from school into a secure psych unit as a teenager. Since then he has been homeless, imprisoned, and detained for several years under the Mental Health Act. Andrew is an ex-addict and a Voice-Hearer. He attempted suicide in the summer of 2015, but manages his demons thesedays by attending therapy groups, where he shares his otherworldly experiences with others. Simple things like poetry and weightlifting help motivate him. He enjoys pool, swimming, and working the punchbag. Andrew is an avid conspiracy theorist.