This week’s album is The Cure’s The Head on the Door.
This week’s poem is Spanish artist Picasso’s 17 august XXXV.
We tracked snow and mud over a spotless stone floor. Before an open fire stood Madame and the three children—a girl of eight years, a boy of five, a boy of three. They stared with round frightened eyes at les soldats Americans, the first they had ever seen. We were too tired to stare back. We at once climbed to the chill attic, our billet, our lodging for the night. First we lifted the packs from one another’s aching shoulders: then, without spreading our blankets, we lay down on the bare boards.
David has very kindly agreed to give away a signed copy to three lucky Examining the Odd readers!
The synopsis: Vampire democracy sucks. Literally. When it’s one vamp, one vote, the worst monsters can swing elections by turning random people off the streets