jueves, enero 05, 2006
No leer esto 8(Vincent Malloy
Vincent Malloy is seven years old
For a boy his age, he's considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog, and cats
Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he has invented
and wander dark hallways alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abocrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So that he and his horrible zombie dog
could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts aren't only of ghoulish crime
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time
While other kids read books like "Go Jane Go"
Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.
While alone and insane incased in his doom
Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room
She said, "If you want, you can go out and play
It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak
the years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
"I'm possessed by this house and can never leave it again."
His mother said, "You are NOT possessed and you are NOT almost dead
These games you play are all in your head
You are NOT Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy
You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy
You're seven years old, and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
While Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to sway, to shiver and creak
His horrored insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abocrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke through her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams
To escape the badness, he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe:
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted...Nevermore."
Este poema fue escrito por el maestro de maestros, Tim Burton en el año 82´. Vincent fue el primer corto que hizo. Un pendejo que soñaba con ser Vincet Price. Un actor clásico de los años ciencuenta. El papá de Edward, en "El Joven Manos de Tijeras". Tim lo ama, siempre ha pelao el cable con él. De hehco es Vincent Price el que nara la historia. También es la voz ultratumba en off del video "Thriller" de M.J.
"We sent Vincent Price the storyboards and asked him to do the narration, and he was incredible. It was probably one of the most shaping experiences of my life. Who knows what it's going to be like? You grow up having a feeling about someone, then you meet them, and what if the guy goes, 'Get the fuck out of here. Get away from me, kid.' But he was so wonderful, and so interesting as a person in what he liked in terms of art and stuff. He was very supportive. I always had the feeling he understood exactly what the film was about, even more than I did; he understood that it wasn't just a simply homage, like 'Gee Mr. Price, I'm your biggest fan.' He understood the psychology of it, and that amazed me and made me feel very good, made me feel that someone saw me for what I was, and accepted me on that level."
No sé porqué me gusta tanto la historia de Vincent. Me lo sé de memoria porque he visto el corto unas 1.836 veces. Será porque todos queremos ser alguien más en el fondo. Será porque cuando chico, si es que hacias algo distinto a los demás pendejos eras un freack. Será porque Tim era Vincent y de chico pelaba el cable con la muerte. Será porque envidio la capacidad de Vincent de perderse en sus sueños de una manera tan fantástica. Será poruqe ya no soy una pendeja. Será porque me da pena cada vez que lo veo. Será porque el poema de Edgar Allan Poe que cita Vincent al final se me imagina que me lo van a dedicar en mi funeral. Será porque quizás el poema habla de una muerte en vida. Será porque tengo un Vincent dentro. Será porque me mueve y punto.
"We sent Vincent Price the storyboards and asked him to do the narration, and he was incredible. It was probably one of the most shaping experiences of my life. Who knows what it's going to be like? You grow up having a feeling about someone, then you meet them, and what if the guy goes, 'Get the fuck out of here. Get away from me, kid.' But he was so wonderful, and so interesting as a person in what he liked in terms of art and stuff. He was very supportive. I always had the feeling he understood exactly what the film was about, even more than I did; he understood that it wasn't just a simply homage, like 'Gee Mr. Price, I'm your biggest fan.' He understood the psychology of it, and that amazed me and made me feel very good, made me feel that someone saw me for what I was, and accepted me on that level."
No sé porqué me gusta tanto la historia de Vincent. Me lo sé de memoria porque he visto el corto unas 1.836 veces. Será porque todos queremos ser alguien más en el fondo. Será porque cuando chico, si es que hacias algo distinto a los demás pendejos eras un freack. Será porque Tim era Vincent y de chico pelaba el cable con la muerte. Será porque envidio la capacidad de Vincent de perderse en sus sueños de una manera tan fantástica. Será poruqe ya no soy una pendeja. Será porque me da pena cada vez que lo veo. Será porque el poema de Edgar Allan Poe que cita Vincent al final se me imagina que me lo van a dedicar en mi funeral. Será porque quizás el poema habla de una muerte en vida. Será porque tengo un Vincent dentro. Será porque me mueve y punto.