The Monster
The thunder outside /
Echoes storms speaking within. /
Love breeds its Monster./
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Filed under 2020, haiku, photo, poem, poet, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker, Uncategorized
Devil’s future
The machine answers. /
Your future it will bestow /
For a Devil’s nickel.
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Filed under 2019, haiku, photo, poem, poetry, poetry by author, Poetry by David E. Booker, The Twilight Zone
The Monster
The thunder outside /
Echoes storms speaking within. /
Love breeds its Monster./
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#haiku #poem #poetry #may #friday #2020 #thetwilightzone #williamshatner #nightmareat20000feet #rodserling #monster #richardmatheson #052220
Source: Binghamton, New York’s Rod Serling Gazebo remembers the creator of The Twilight Zone.
Martin Sloane realizes he has slipped back in time when he sees his younger self carving his name on a gazebo in a park containing an old carousel. Martin has accidentally returned to his childhood town after a 25-year absence and is astounded to discover nothing has changed.
So begins the plot of “Walking Distance,” the fifth episode of The Twilight Zone, which aired in 1959. The setting of the story is based on a real carousel that has been in continuous operation since 1925 in Recreation Park in Binghamton, New York, where the visionary creator of the famous television series grew up.
Many Twilight Zone locations are based on real places. “Mirror Image” takes place at the Greyhound station with a rider waiting for his bus to Cortland. The streets in “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street” eerily resemble Binghamton’s West Side. The carousel at Recreation Park is one of six built by George F. Johnson as a gift to the workers of the Endicott-Johnson company. All six are still running, and if you ride them all in one summer you will earn a pin to commemorate the effort. The Rec Park carousel has 60 mounts and runs all day in the warmer months.
Rod Serling is Binghamton’s favorite local boy–done-good, and his name and face adorn parks, stages, and festivals across Broome County. The moment where Martin Sloane realizes he has returned home has been commemorated as well. A large gazebo with titanic pillars was erected on the hill overlooking the carousel. A plaque in the center reads, “Rod Serling, Creator of The Twilight Zone, ‘Walking Distance.’ ”
Filed under 2016
From the Famous Writers Course. Part of the Famous Writers School in Westport, CT. I don’t believe the school or the course is in existence today.
Front cover of the facsimile script.
Inside, first page.
“There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space, and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between land and shadow — between science and superstition. And it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone.
Filed under 2015, The Twilight Zone
“That’s not fair… that’s not fair at all!”
by NIA ALVAEZOS
To take the love quiz, go to: http://www.buzzfeed.com/niaalavezos/which-twilight-zone-episode-describes-your-love-1jrcx#.ta21zoo0l
What lies between the summit of man’s knowledge and the pit of his fears? What’s ha sign post up ahead? Your Twilight Zone Love Life.
Let Rod Serling be your Love Doctor and The Twilight Zone be your guide.
Filed under 2015, The Twilight Zone, TV show
And so the story goes….
Submitted for your approval, one used paperback found in one used book stall in one place specializing in the bizarre, zany, supernatural. Such a book stall may be miles away or it may be just around the corner from your where you live or it may be even closer, as close as your imagination, for you have just crossed over into… The Twilight Zone.
Act I: One More Pallbearer
A prop woman readied the coffin. At the behest of the director, she walked up and down the length of the three-foot deep grave, adjusting the bier’s position beside the hole and trying not to knock free any of the flat-black paint sprayed on the soil to give it depth.
“No, no. A little more to the right, babe. There you go, that’s it.” T. Xavier Gabriel glanced through the camera’s viewfinder and clapped his hands.
“Okay, people, places everybody. Time is on the short.” He checked the filter on one of the cameras as four banks of Klieg lights were turned on and three separate lights repositioned.
“Hey, dim the lights,” Gabriel said. “This is supposed to be a night scene: Night scene. See the stars.” He pointed skyward, but saw instead that it was overcast with lightning dancing among the clouds.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Several of the crew laughed lowly.
He shook his head. Another snafu in the making. “Damn. Goddamn.”
Gabriel glanced at his watch: 11:47 p.m. Post mortem. Pre migraine. Petty and mundane. He stomped his foot. It was a child-like gesture, but nothing adult-like was working now or for any part of 1985 that he’d directly had a hand in.
“Places everybody. Places. We shoot in fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes. Places.” The assistant director loped around waving a flashlight and a clipboard. “Time is on the short.”
Gabriel smiled. It was a stiff, brittle, unsure smile: a guest at the funeral home smile. “Time is on the short” was his personal euphemism for running into overtime, something he had been crucified for more than once. He rubbed his forehead and wondered if he’d ever get back to Hollywood, or if he’d spend the rest of his life in commercials, talking to semi trained mammals and now mimics of a dead man.
He glanced at the crumpled note still wadded in his hand. His ex-wife could find him anywhere. Two hours earlier he’d made the mistake of answering the phone.
Filed under Photo by author, Photo Finish Friday
Rod Serling Interviewed By Hans Conried – YouTube.
A fun bit of nostalgia and a whimsical bit of interviewing.
Filed under Rod Serling
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