MARROWMAN

[Luna]

Matter of perspective maybe. I dunno i always found new england to be a fairly dark place. Ireland too but they have different feels to them. Gotta say though where i find new england creepy connemara at night actually scares me.

Background difference, too...  Where I grew up, if you got lost in the woods, you were royally fucked if nobody found your ass.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I swear I thought I'd responded to Twid's piece about four times and I realize I've yet to actually do it.

Twid, that's some serious shit right there.  I'd never thought about New England myths being a product of just how evil the whole region seems.  It's all the damn forests that used to be here.  Even long after being chopped down it's like we still have this pervasive idea of a foreboding wilderness all around.

LMNO, I would fucking love to see what you come up with.

Have you ever read "Dogtown"? It's the true story of a sincerely creepy motherfucking place in Massachusetts.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

It's much creepier than the Wiki entry would lead you to believe.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Thanks eoc!

I remember in high school when we read the scarlet letter the teacher made a thing about how the woods represented evil and figured id go with it. Even now popping into the woods near rehoboth and such it gets pretty creepy.

Huh...

I find walking in the woods, especially at night, when it's quiet, peaceful and relaxing...

Out here there are some I'm OK with, like Witches Castle, but some that scare the everloving fuck out of me, like Angel's Rest. Or worse, Rocky Butte. That place gives me the screaming willies.

But then for the most part, because of the terrain, there's no "walking in the woods" at night, there's only "falling to your death in the woods".

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

To tell the truth, all of the buttes give me the jimjams.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Thanks eoc!

I remember in high school when we read the scarlet letter the teacher made a thing about how the woods represented evil and figured id go with it. Even now popping into the woods near rehoboth and such it gets pretty creepy.

Huh...

I find walking in the woods, especially at night, when it's quiet, peaceful and relaxing...

Out here there are some I'm OK with, like Witches Castle, but some that scare the everloving fuck out of me, like Angel's Rest. Or worse, Rocky Butte. That place gives me the screaming willies.

But then for the most part, because of the terrain, there's no "walking in the woods" at night, there's only "falling to your death in the woods".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgewater_Triangle

I don't know if Connemara has any supernatural tales that are out of the ordinary for Ireland, so I can't really compare.

All I know is that when I'm over here, I'm not worried about anything.

Over there, I look for the closest piece of iron.

[Aucoq]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgewater_Triangle

UFOs, Bigfoot, Thunderbird, spooklights, mutilations, satanic rituals, and Indian curses?  Man that sucks.  It sounds like if that area didn't have bad luck they wouldn't have any luck at all. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

Wow that's creepy.

Also...

there's only "falling to your death in the woods".

I think that's a little more peaceful and relaxed than you want to be.   

[Nephew Twiddleton]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgewater_Triangle

UFOs, Bigfoot, Thunderbird, spooklights, mutilations, satanic rituals, and Indian curses?  Man that sucks.  It sounds like if that area didn't have bad luck they wouldn't have any luck at all. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

Wow that's creepy.

Also...

there's only "falling to your death in the woods".

I think that's a little more peaceful and relaxed than you want to be.   

New England is an evil fucking place. If you doubt that, consider that the Bridgewater Triangle consists of only a portion of Massachusetts.

This is not even covering the rest of Massachusetts (Boston is not in the Triangle), or the other 5 New England states that happen to not be Massachusetts.

Also, Edgar Allen Poe was a Masshole, and HP Lovecraft was a Rhode Islander.

And yeah, Stephen King, Maine, whatever. I imagine his work includes a lot of puns as a result that make me want to punch a particular poster here that I otherwise have little problem with.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I swear I thought I'd responded to Twid's piece about four times and I realize I've yet to actually do it.

Twid, that's some serious shit right there.  I'd never thought about New England myths being a product of just how evil the whole region seems.  It's all the damn forests that used to be here.  Even long after being chopped down it's like we still have this pervasive idea of a foreboding wilderness all around.

LMNO, I would fucking love to see what you come up with.

Have you ever read "Dogtown"? It's the true story of a sincerely creepy motherfucking place in Massachusetts.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

It's much creepier than the Wiki entry would lead you to believe.

It is in an area not particularly suited to agriculture, due to poor and very rocky soil

LOL Twid's hometown (within Boston city limits)

I have the tab up. I may be a little to inebriated to take it in right now, but the North Shore is wicked interesting for that sort of shit too. Bear in mind that Lovecraft set Innsmouth in this area, and that it's in the same direction as Salem.

[Luna]

I swear I thought I'd responded to Twid's piece about four times and I realize I've yet to actually do it.

Twid, that's some serious shit right there.  I'd never thought about New England myths being a product of just how evil the whole region seems.  It's all the damn forests that used to be here.  Even long after being chopped down it's like we still have this pervasive idea of a foreboding wilderness all around.

LMNO, I would fucking love to see what you come up with.

Have you ever read "Dogtown"? It's the true story of a sincerely creepy motherfucking place in Massachusetts.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

It's much creepier than the Wiki entry would lead you to believe.

I'll have to find that.    I sense a road trip in the near future.

[Eater of Clowns]

I swear I thought I'd responded to Twid's piece about four times and I realize I've yet to actually do it.

Twid, that's some serious shit right there.  I'd never thought about New England myths being a product of just how evil the whole region seems.  It's all the damn forests that used to be here.  Even long after being chopped down it's like we still have this pervasive idea of a foreboding wilderness all around.

LMNO, I would fucking love to see what you come up with.

Have you ever read "Dogtown"? It's the true story of a sincerely creepy motherfucking place in Massachusetts.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

It's much creepier than the Wiki entry would lead you to believe.

Very cool, thanks Nigel!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I swear I thought I'd responded to Twid's piece about four times and I realize I've yet to actually do it.

Twid, that's some serious shit right there.  I'd never thought about New England myths being a product of just how evil the whole region seems.  It's all the damn forests that used to be here.  Even long after being chopped down it's like we still have this pervasive idea of a foreboding wilderness all around.

LMNO, I would fucking love to see what you come up with.

Have you ever read "Dogtown"? It's the true story of a sincerely creepy motherfucking place in Massachusetts.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

It's much creepier than the Wiki entry would lead you to believe.

I'll have to find that.    I sense a road trip in the near future.

Totally worth a visit! But, I recommend reading the book first.

[Luna]

I swear I thought I'd responded to Twid's piece about four times and I realize I've yet to actually do it.

Twid, that's some serious shit right there.  I'd never thought about New England myths being a product of just how evil the whole region seems.  It's all the damn forests that used to be here.  Even long after being chopped down it's like we still have this pervasive idea of a foreboding wilderness all around.

LMNO, I would fucking love to see what you come up with.

Have you ever read "Dogtown"? It's the true story of a sincerely creepy motherfucking place in Massachusetts.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogtown,_Massachusetts

It's much creepier than the Wiki entry would lead you to believe.

I'll have to find that.    I sense a road trip in the near future.

Totally worth a visit! But, I recommend reading the book first.

WFT, Amazon?  $6 for the paperback, $11.99 for the kindle version?  Bite me.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I guess as an obsolete technology books will temporarily be cheaper than files. Up until hipsters rediscover them at least.

[Eater of Clowns]

So part two, which I now believe will be the last.  I think I'm drawing the poem out too far and I don't want to kill the concept.

With rumbles in bellies and eyes resigned,
with all our hopes bounding ahead to Spring.
We weathered through March 'til April so fine,
to fields melted, ground yearning for planting.
And still with each tiny seed that was sewn,
each moment suffering a dread unknown.

I spoke with Lancaster, Ruben, and Smith,
and listened them each their similar tales.
The silence from Ruben spread as a rift,
which bone did he sell to cure his boy's ails.
And poor widow Maynard favored a wrist,
tremblingly held to accept Eucharist.

By June we received no friendship from Sun,
already this not a year of bounty.
Scorched angry soil our labors had won,
no plentiful yield across the county.
His grin was there in each ear of dried corn,
the marrow man from the winter forlorn.

Like that I thought of the sinister deal,
wondered if such was a small price to pay.
I shouted in angry desperate zeal,
"Be under the oak at end of the day!"
In the waning light and fading day's heat,
a monster, a cruel collector I meet.

"Such a pleasant spot to view the sunset,"
said that cold slithery voice from nearby.
"I knew my bargain you would not forget,
though I'll warn you the good price has gone by.
Indeed I am helpful but also proud,
you refused me and that shan't be allowed."

"Then take what you must vile creature and go,
with your taint 'pon this land of my father.
I know it was you caused my family's woe,
before starving lose bones I would rather.
On that shard may you choke may you perish,
may your death be the gift my sons cherish."

I fell and I groaned the pain of it great,
I writhed and was sick and clawed at the ground.
"Damn you as I'm damned with you in my fate,
from my very bones with hatred profound."
He said, "You borrow those bones they are mine,
and I shall have them – I'll see you, in time."

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Your poem makes me feel chilly, sir.