<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568</id><updated>2011-11-04T20:40:09.330-07:00</updated><category term='Family Resemblances'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='Uncanny Bodies'/><category term='Archie Mayo'/><category term='Romano Scavolini'/><category term='Dummies'/><category term='Dario Argento'/><category term='Stanley Kubrick'/><category term='Diving Board'/><category term='Das Unheimliche'/><category term='Wes Craven'/><category term='Film'/><category term='The Unheimlich (exhibition)'/><category term='Nightmares in a Damaged Brain'/><category term='1984'/><category term='Ernst Mach'/><category term='Edvard Munch'/><category term='Heart of Darkness'/><category term='David Lynch'/><category term='Philosophical Investigations'/><category term='Mike Kelley'/><category term='body part'/><category term='Matt Lippiatt'/><category term='James Wan'/><category term='Robert Spadoni'/><category term='Joe May'/><category term='Twin Peaks'/><category term='Svengali'/><category term='Magic'/><category term='James Whale'/><category term='Sigmund Freud'/><category term='Joseph Conrad'/><category term='mirrors'/><category term='Dead Silence'/><category term='Study After Velazquez&apos;s Portrait of Pope Innocent X'/><category term='Twilight Zone'/><category term='double'/><category term='H.G.Wells'/><category term='Dead of Night'/><category term='Ludwig Wittgenstein'/><category term='Carl G. Jung'/><category term='Francis Bacon'/><category term='Hans Bellmer'/><category term='The Scream'/><category term='George Orwell'/><category term='Ventriloquism'/><category term='Attic Basement Garage'/><category term='Kittiwat Unarrom'/><category term='The Invisible Man'/><category term='Mullholland Drive'/><category term='The Great Gabbo'/><category term='Sylvia Plath'/><category term='Removed from the Eyes of Strangers'/><category term='1408'/><category term='The Bell Jar'/><category term='Nightcruising'/><category term='Profondo Rosso'/><category term='The Shining'/><category term='Richard Attenborough'/><category term='Mikael Hafstrom'/><category term='Scream'/><category term='Devil Doll'/><title type='text'>The Unheimlich</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5722142380272410973</id><published>2010-08-11T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T04:10:42.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogman and Snakewoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/TGKE9j61bvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hduZTXL-gZQ/s1600/Dogman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/TGKE9j61bvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hduZTXL-gZQ/s320/Dogman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504107887749066482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/TGKE91MDG4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/C4xcLJucMEk/s1600/stuck26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/TGKE91MDG4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/C4xcLJucMEk/s320/stuck26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504107892384668546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two pictures that I prefer not to look at alone late at night.&lt;div 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Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/TGKE9j61bvI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hduZTXL-gZQ/s72-c/Dogman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4745286379596823595</id><published>2009-11-06T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:58:35.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightcruising'/><title type='text'>Nighcruising screening</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56cc07d3aac4d9d1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5325776793022810963</id><published>2009-10-11T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:29:18.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Removed from the Eyes of Strangers'/><title type='text'>Press reports on our Swedish exhibition</title><content type='html'>Articles about our exhibition in Sweden, titled &lt;em&gt;Removed from the Eyes of Strangers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/StcHMxWy--I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/L8vmYImFctY/s1600-h/VasterbottensKuriren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/StcHMxWy--I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/L8vmYImFctY/s320/VasterbottensKuriren.jpg" border="0" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=5325776793022810963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5325776793022810963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5325776793022810963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2009/10/press-reports-on-our-swedish-exhibition.html' title='Press reports on our Swedish exhibition'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/StcHMxWy--I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/L8vmYImFctY/s72-c/VasterbottensKuriren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-8964712503641893974</id><published>2009-10-07T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:01:44.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Removed from the Eyes of Strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightcruising'/><title type='text'>Nightcruising</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2af4983407be88a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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The gallery pre-viewed the video and chose to withdraw it from the exhibition due to the sexual content. Instead, two large prints of images taken from the video were exhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;em&gt;Nightcruising &lt;/em&gt;I re-edited video clips from a porn scene shot at night on London's Hampstead Heath, manipulating the sound and speed of the footage to emphasise the ominous character of the nocturnal woodland setting and the activities taking place in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the sound up on this one, and if you have headphones then listen to it through them - there's a lot going on in the bass end of the soundtrack to this video, which you won't hear on standard monitor or laptop speakers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-8964712503641893974?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/8964712503641893974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=8964712503641893974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/8964712503641893974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/8964712503641893974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2009/10/nightcruising.html' title='Nightcruising'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5507719773493773210</id><published>2009-02-24T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:24:45.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body part'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kittiwat Unarrom'/><title type='text'>Kittiwat Unarrom cannibal bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SaPKh25VI8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iEIob8uwMUY/s1600-h/KittiwatUnarrom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306307468993045442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Kittiwat Unarrom Matt Lippiatt" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SaPKh25VI8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iEIob8uwMUY/s400/KittiwatUnarrom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SaPKho2YGtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/laPRuAPzC8Q/s1600-h/KittiwatUnarrom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306307465222560466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Kittiwat Unarrom Matt Lippiatt" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SaPKho2YGtI/AAAAAAAAAO4/laPRuAPzC8Q/s400/KittiwatUnarrom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thai artist Kittiwat Unarrom indulges everyone’s secret burning desire to engage in cannibalism; since 2006, he has been sculpting severed heads, hands, feet, torsos, and other body parts out of bread. The results are baked and taste delicious (cashew, raisins, and chocolate are included). Sold at his family’s bakery in Ratchaburi, Thailand, the vividly realistic body parts (check out the pictures) are wrapped like food in plastic. Demand is steadily growing. At last, you can experience the fun of eating someone without the guilt."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKSO7m3-MH8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKSO7m3-MH8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-5507719773493773210?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/5507719773493773210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=5507719773493773210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5507719773493773210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5507719773493773210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2009/02/kittiwat-unarrom-cannibal-bread.html' title='Kittiwat Unarrom cannibal bread'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SaPKh25VI8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iEIob8uwMUY/s72-c/KittiwatUnarrom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4039969750914579976</id><published>2009-01-14T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:01:45.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncanny Bodies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Spadoni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Svengali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Archie Mayo'/><title type='text'>Svengali</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Whether any viewers ever found Gabbo or his dummy uncanny I do not know. It does seem to me more likely that such a feeling was elicited by another film of the period, Svengali (Mayo, 1931). In the most famous sequence in this film, the title character (John Barrymore) summons Trilby (Marian Marsh) across several Paris streets to his attic studio.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I find this sequence powerfully evoking the uncanniness of early sound films."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Spadoni, Robert pp.41-2 &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Uncanny-Bodies-Coming-Origins-Horror/dp/0520251229/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1231968205&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Uncanny Bodies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnVFZIByQHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnVFZIByQHY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-4039969750914579976?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/4039969750914579976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=4039969750914579976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4039969750914579976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4039969750914579976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2009/01/svengali.html' title='Svengali'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-7908841532678364429</id><published>2009-01-06T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:50:49.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigmund Freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carl G. Jung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mullholland Drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lynch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Das Unheimliche'/><title type='text'>David Lynch essay</title><content type='html'>Here's a link to an essay about &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.widerscreen.fi/2004/1/psychological_horror_in_the_films_of_lynch.htm"&gt;Psychological Horror in the Films of David Lynch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SWPgA0cD7XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VezC-HwzYxc/s1600-h/Lynch(MullhollandDrive).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288316692144057714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="David Lynch Mullholland Drive" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SWPgA0cD7XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VezC-HwzYxc/s400/Lynch(MullhollandDrive).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The aim of the essay is, "to investigate the links between psychology, as presented by Sigmund Freud in his essay &lt;a href="http://www-rohan.sdsu.edu/~amtower/uncanny.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 'Uncanny'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(1919) and Carl G. Jung in his book &lt;em&gt;Man and His Symbols&lt;/em&gt; (1979), and the imagery and tension created by David Lynch in his films."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-7908841532678364429?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/7908841532678364429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=7908841532678364429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7908841532678364429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7908841532678364429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2009/01/david-lynch-essay.html' title='David Lynch essay'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SWPgA0cD7XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VezC-HwzYxc/s72-c/Lynch(MullhollandDrive).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4482559573648978532</id><published>2009-01-06T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:06:59.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigmund Freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Shining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Das Unheimliche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stanley Kubrick'/><title type='text'>Kubrick on Freud</title><content type='html'>Stanley Kubrick discusses the storyline from his movie &lt;em&gt;The Shining &lt;/em&gt;(1980).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SWPhOKp2OnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WMmL_jj3eiQ/s1600-h/Kubrick(TheShining).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288318020957387378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Stanley Kubrick The Shining" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SWPhOKp2OnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WMmL_jj3eiQ/s400/Kubrick(TheShining).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A story of the supernatural cannot be taken apart and analysed too closely. The ultimate test of its rationale is whether it is good enough to raise the hairs on the back of your neck. If you submit it to a completely logical and detailed analysis it will eventually appear absurd. In his essay on the uncanny, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.emich.edu/acoykenda/uncanny1.htm"&gt;Das Unheimliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Freud said that the uncanny is the only feeling which is more powerfully experienced in art than in life. If the genre required any justification, I should think this alone would serve as its credentials."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-4482559573648978532?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/4482559573648978532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=4482559573648978532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4482559573648978532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4482559573648978532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2009/01/kubrick-on-freud.html' title='Kubrick on Freud'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SWPhOKp2OnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WMmL_jj3eiQ/s72-c/Kubrick(TheShining).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5964552508206882845</id><published>2008-10-19T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:19:35.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Scare Pranks (video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMIRK8e0EG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NMIRK8e0EG8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DuibRM-_jA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DuibRM-_jA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIDhAjAGIDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RIDhAjAGIDM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-5964552508206882845?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/5964552508206882845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=5964552508206882845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5964552508206882845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5964552508206882845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/10/extreme-scare-pranks-video.html' title='Extreme Scare Pranks (video)'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-3617786566169664830</id><published>2008-09-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:37:10.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child's Play 20th anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SNlgiYJAmgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2rKlwAd-byw/s1600-h/ChildsPlay20thBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249332984389081602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SNlgiYJAmgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2rKlwAd-byw/s400/ChildsPlay20thBirthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Masked faces and doubling: Actors dressed as horror film star Chucky pose in New York to plug the 20th birthday edition of &lt;em&gt;Child's Play&lt;/em&gt; on DVD. This image appeared in&lt;em&gt; The Metro&lt;/em&gt;, 11 September 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-3617786566169664830?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/3617786566169664830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=3617786566169664830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3617786566169664830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3617786566169664830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/09/childs-play-20th-anniversary.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Child&apos;s Play&lt;/i&gt; 20th anniversary'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SNlgiYJAmgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2rKlwAd-byw/s72-c/ChildsPlay20thBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-7483784911313065185</id><published>2008-09-16T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:57:04.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Screamer" video: Ghost in the London Dungeon</title><content type='html'>An example of a &lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-jump-scare-uncanny.html"&gt;"Screamer" video&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Ghost in the London Dungeon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2h3hVrootIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2h3hVrootIg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactions to &lt;em&gt;Ghost in the London Dungeon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtbexwf9Ep4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246589254308399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SM-hIRFvCzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Jt_Ngsh-wB0/s400/LondonDungeonReaction1Youtube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9PcpA2-Psw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-9PcpA2-Psw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATLVM3yK_7E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ATLVM3yK_7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INir5Qjocqg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INir5Qjocqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItioZmoqa1c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItioZmoqa1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgL12e6lm08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OgL12e6lm08&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-V3ezg6R_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-V3ezg6R_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJvFAkfsvsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJvFAkfsvsU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-7483784911313065185?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/7483784911313065185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=7483784911313065185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7483784911313065185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7483784911313065185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/09/screamer-video-ghost-in-london-dungeon.html' title='&quot;Screamer&quot; video: &lt;i&gt;Ghost in the London Dungeon&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SM-hIRFvCzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Jt_Ngsh-wB0/s72-c/LondonDungeonReaction1Youtube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-8225805657105439014</id><published>2008-09-07T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:52:36.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigmund Freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Das Unheimliche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hans Bellmer'/><title type='text'>Hans Bellmer and the omnipotence of thoughts</title><content type='html'>"Indian disguises and conjuring tricks, according to Webb, were among the toys Bellmer received in 1931, and it was surely from the "pulp writer" Karl May, who wrote adventure stories for young German boys about the American Wild West, that the artist had long before learned of the skills of medicine men. The &lt;strong&gt;uncanniness&lt;/strong&gt; of these childhood memories for Bellmer, tinged with a renewed enthusiasm for the accouterments of magic, has to do with the omnipotence of thoughts, a concept &lt;strong&gt;Freud&lt;/strong&gt; adopted from the Rat Man and introduced in the third essay in &lt;em&gt;Totem and Taboo (1912-1913)&lt;/em&gt; and again in "The 'Uncanny'" (1919). Associating the reported behaviours of &lt;strong&gt;tribal societies&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;animistic beliefs&lt;/strong&gt; and the actual symptoms of his own neurotic patients, Freud outlined the ways that magic satisfies various psychic needs: it subjects natural phenomena (such as illness) to the human will, protects the individual, and provides the power to injure enemies. Ultimately, it is based on "mistaking an ideal connection for a real one": convinced of his or her own telepathic mental capacities, a person can attribute to them coincidental effects in the real world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Taylor, Sue p.53 &lt;em&gt;Hans Bellmer: The anatomy of anxiety&lt;/em&gt; (2000)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-8225805657105439014?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/8225805657105439014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=8225805657105439014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/8225805657105439014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/8225805657105439014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/09/hans-bellmer-and-omnipotence-of.html' title='Hans Bellmer and the omnipotence of thoughts'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-6852435583783374856</id><published>2008-09-07T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:46:54.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are "Screamer" videos uncanny?</title><content type='html'>Recently a number of videos have been posted on youtube, intentionally using the same editing strategy to give the viewer a sudden scare. These videos are known as "screamers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncanny is commonly associated with a creeping unease rather than a jolting shock, but how useful is this distinction in relation to "screamers" and more generally to representational media like film, video and photography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freud wrote, "...&lt;em&gt;an uncanny experience occurs either when infantile complexes which have been repressed are once more revived by some impression, or when primitive beliefs which have been surmounted seem once more to be confirmed&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;As soon as something&lt;/em&gt; actually happens &lt;em&gt;in our lives which seems to confirm the old, discarded beliefs we get a feeling of the uncanny; it is as though we were making a judgement something like this: 'So, after all, it is&lt;/em&gt; true &lt;em&gt;that one can kill a person by the mere wish!' or, 'So the dead&lt;/em&gt; do &lt;em&gt;live on and appear on the scene of their former activitie!' and so on.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are jolted by a sudden sound or image in a representational media (in these video clips, a sudden burst of noise and a close-up image of a maniacal face with teeth bared) it is an example of a &lt;em&gt;primitive belief which has been surmounted&lt;/em&gt; momentarily being experienced as confirmed (ie. the belief that images can come to life). Using Freud's formulation: it is as though we were [momentarily] making a judgement something like this: 'So, after all, a picture &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; have the properties of what it represents,' or, 'So a video of a threatening person &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; lurch out of the picture into reality and actually hurt me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Lynch interview parody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7faj56jWGz0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7faj56jWGz0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghost in Dumb and Dumber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmyCM3IvzdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MmyCM3IvzdU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary Car Commercial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqGsT6VM8Vg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqGsT6VM8Vg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-6852435583783374856?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/6852435583783374856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=6852435583783374856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6852435583783374856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6852435583783374856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-jump-scare-uncanny.html' title='Are &quot;Screamer&quot; videos uncanny?'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-3129093958185500409</id><published>2008-08-15T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:34:11.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twin Peaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lynch'/><title type='text'>Twin Peaks</title><content type='html'>Two clips from the 90's TV series &lt;em&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/em&gt; by David Lynch and Mark Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmS29HNc5fI"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234755980682545554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SKWW1FpvSZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Cqkjk87eLws/s400/TwinPeaksyoutube01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ja36ihtGXUo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234759023105748578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SKWZmLj9LmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/06pM4hSZo6Q/s400/TwinPeaksyoutube02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNb1VsCz-Es&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNb1VsCz-Es&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-3129093958185500409?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/3129093958185500409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=3129093958185500409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3129093958185500409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3129093958185500409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/08/twin-peaks.html' title='Twin Peaks'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SKWW1FpvSZI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Cqkjk87eLws/s72-c/TwinPeaksyoutube01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4449232867829756655</id><published>2008-08-15T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:31:25.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Killer spoof trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTdExWrnmHQ"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234751820964322354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SKWTC9foXDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PPxLGSiqbrg/s400/BitchKilleryoutube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch Killer&lt;/em&gt; is a spoof 1970s horror trailer, with Matt Holness. It originally appeared in the TV comedy series &lt;em&gt;Man to Man with Dean Learner&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-4449232867829756655?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/4449232867829756655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=4449232867829756655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4449232867829756655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4449232867829756655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/08/bitch-killer-spoof-trailer.html' title='Bitch Killer spoof trailer'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SKWTC9foXDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PPxLGSiqbrg/s72-c/BitchKilleryoutube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-1783730787683982301</id><published>2008-07-07T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:32:21.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>share your creepy stories</title><content type='html'>A wonderful resource of uncanny stories has sprung up in an online discussion board on the International Movie Database website, on the webpage about the movie Vacancy (2007). The title of the board is &lt;em&gt;share your creepy stories&lt;/em&gt;, and the link is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452702/board/nest/72441100"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0452702/board/nest/72441100&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-1783730787683982301?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/1783730787683982301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=1783730787683982301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1783730787683982301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1783730787683982301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/07/share-your-creepy-stories.html' title='share your creepy stories'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-1347435803286429138</id><published>2008-06-09T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:34:44.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Lippiatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attic Basement Garage'/><title type='text'>Iceberg Enters Obelisk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead-bodies-and-cardboard.html"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeimagehosting.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.freeimagehosting.net/uploads/6b63b1ca97.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iceberg Enters Obelisk&lt;/em&gt; is an event that will be held at the Whitechapel Gallery in London on Friday 13th June 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two figures from &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/attic-basement-garage-video.html"&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will be on display in the gallery, and the evening will include a screening &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead-bodies-and-cardboard.html"&gt;Porn Shoot Off Cuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-1347435803286429138?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/1347435803286429138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=1347435803286429138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1347435803286429138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1347435803286429138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/06/iceberg-enters-obelisk.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Iceberg Enters Obelisk&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-6894889537723671653</id><published>2008-06-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:25:11.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baudrillard: Symbolic Exchange and Death</title><content type='html'>Theorist Jean Baudrillard writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entire culture is full of this haunting of the seperated double, even in its most subtle form, as Freud gave it in &lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-unheimliche-by-sigmund-freud.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Das Unheimliche'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-unheimliche-by-sigmund-freud.html"&gt;'The Uncanny'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: 'Disturbing Strangeness' or 'Distubring Familiarity'): the anxiety that wells up around the most familiar things. Here the &lt;em&gt;vertigo of seperation&lt;/em&gt; builds up to its greatest intensity, since this is its simplest form. There comes a moment, in fact, when the things closest to us, such as our own bodies, the body itself, our voice and our appearance, are seperated from us to the precise extent that we internalise the soul (or any other equivalent agency or abstraction) as the ideal principle of subjectivity. This is what kills off the proliferation of doubles and spirits, consigning them once again to the spectral, embryonic corridors of unconscious folklore, like the ancient gods that Christianity &lt;em&gt;verteufelt&lt;/em&gt;, that is, transformed into demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a final ruse of spirituality, this internalisation also &lt;em&gt;psychologises&lt;/em&gt; doubles. In fact it is interpretation in terms of an archaic psychical apparatus that is the very last form of the &lt;em&gt;Verteufelung&lt;/em&gt;, the demonic corruption and elimination of the primitive double: projection of the guilt attached to the phantasmatic murder of the other (the close relative) in accordance with the magic of the omnipotence of ideas (&lt;em&gt;Allmacht der Gedanken&lt;/em&gt;), the return of the repressed, etc. In &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-unheimliche-by-sigmund-freud.html"&gt;'The Uncanny'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Freud writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our analysis of instances of the uncanny has led us back to the old, animistic conecption of the universe. This was characterised by the idea that the world was peopled with the spirits of human beings; by the subject's narcissistic overvaluation of his own mental processes; by the belief in the omnipotence of thoughts and the technique of magic based on that belief; by the attribution to various outside persons and things of carefully graded magical powers, or &lt;em&gt;'mana'&lt;/em&gt;; as well as by all the other creations with the help of which man, in the unrestricted narcissism of that stage of development, strove to fend off the manifest prohibitions of reality. It seems as if each one of us has been through a phase of individual development corresponding to the animistic stage in primitive men, that none of us has passed through it without preserving certain residues and traces of it which are still capable of manifesting themselves, and that everything which now strikes us as 'uncanny' fulfils the condition of touching those residues of animistic mental activity within us and bringing them back to expression.&lt;br /&gt;                                 Freud, Sigmund p.240-1 &lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-unheimliche-by-sigmund-freud.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;in &lt;em&gt;Standard Edition&lt;/em&gt; Vol.17&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is how psychology, our authority in the depths, our own 'next world', this omnipotence, magical narcissism, fear of the dead, this animisim or primitive psychical apparatus, is quietly palmed off on the savages in order then to recuperate them for ourselves as 'archaic traces'. Freud does not think this is what he said in speaking of 'narcissistic overvaluation of ... mental processes'. If there is such an overvaluation of one's own mental processes (to the point of exporting this theory, as we have done with our morality and techniques, to the core of every culture), then it is Freud's overvaluation, along with our whole psychologistic culture. The jurisdiction of the psychological discourse over all symbolic practices (such as the dazzling practices of of the savages, death, the double and magic; but also over our current symbolic practices) is even more dangerous than that of the economistic discourse: it is of the same order as the repressive jurisdiction of the soul and consciousness over the body's entire symbolic potential. Psychoanalysis's reinterpretation of the symbolic is a reductive operation. Since we live under the unconscious (but is this the case? Isn't it our own myth, marking out and even participating in repression: a repressed thought of repression?), we believe that we are justified in extending the jurisdiction of psychical history as we used to do with history itself, to every possible configuration. The unconscious, and the psychical order in general, becomes the insurmountable agency, giving the feudal right of trespass over every previous individual and social formation. This imaginary also spreads into the future, however: if the unconscious is our modern myth, and psychoanalysis its prophet, the liberation of the unconscious (Desiring-Revolution) is its millenial heresy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Baudrillard, Jean pp.142-143 &lt;em&gt;Political Economy and Death&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Symbolic Exchange and Death&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-6894889537723671653?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/6894889537723671653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=6894889537723671653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6894889537723671653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6894889537723671653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/06/baudrillard-symbolic-exchange-and-death.html' title='Baudrillard: Symbolic Exchange and Death'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-3096032374077563445</id><published>2008-04-28T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:15:56.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fright Club</title><content type='html'>Fright Club, on London's South Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194376943810996850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SBYiTzVVanI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YdRlSQqusgs/s400/FrightClub1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SBYh6zVValI/AAAAAAAAAJE/M9if7Jobx2s/s1600-h/FrightClub2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194376514314267218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SBYh6zVValI/AAAAAAAAAJE/M9if7Jobx2s/s400/FrightClub2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-3096032374077563445?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/3096032374077563445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=3096032374077563445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3096032374077563445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3096032374077563445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/04/fright-club.html' title='Fright Club'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SBYiTzVVanI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YdRlSQqusgs/s72-c/FrightClub1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5434357318300862838</id><published>2008-04-24T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T08:18:20.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointer magazine advert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SBBEUTVVakI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jFSbgeV7VqE/s1600-h/PointerAdvert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192725485936011842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SBBEUTVVakI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jFSbgeV7VqE/s400/PointerAdvert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dismembered limbs, a severed head, a hand cut off at the wrist, as in a fairy tale of Hauff's, feet which dance by themselves, ... all these have something peculiarly uncanny about them, especially when, as in the last instance, they prove capable of independent activity in addition. As we already know, this kind of uncanniness springs from its proximity to the castration complex."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Freud p.244 &lt;em&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-5434357318300862838?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/5434357318300862838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=5434357318300862838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5434357318300862838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5434357318300862838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/04/pointer-magazine-advert.html' title='Pointer magazine advert'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SBBEUTVVakI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jFSbgeV7VqE/s72-c/PointerAdvert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-1131883107958386242</id><published>2008-04-20T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:35:03.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Lippiatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diving Board'/><title type='text'>The Unheimlich exhibition video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjD5B564kXo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191459275080131362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt The Unheimlich" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SAvEtIUO4yI/AAAAAAAAAIk/H8QY9wxMqIk/s400/UnheimlichYoutube2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click above for a video of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjD5B564kXo"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Unheimlich&lt;/em&gt; exhibition&lt;/a&gt; which opened at Leeds Met Gallery on 17 April, and runs until 17 May 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-1131883107958386242?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/1131883107958386242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=1131883107958386242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1131883107958386242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1131883107958386242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/04/unheimlich-exhibition-video.html' title='The Unheimlich exhibition video'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/SAvEtIUO4yI/AAAAAAAAAIk/H8QY9wxMqIk/s72-c/UnheimlichYoutube2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-1953974802120073572</id><published>2008-04-04T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:36:36.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romano Scavolini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmares in a Damaged Brain'/><title type='text'>Nightmares in a Damaged Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_YTYv430tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Iaq-p43YtFA/s1600-h/NightmaresInADamagedBrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185353336856498898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_YTYv430tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Iaq-p43YtFA/s400/NightmaresInADamagedBrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A still from &lt;em&gt;Nightmares in a Damaged Brain&lt;/em&gt; (1981) directed by Romano Scavolini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-1953974802120073572?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/1953974802120073572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=1953974802120073572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1953974802120073572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1953974802120073572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/04/nightmares-in-damaged-brain.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Nightmares in a Damaged Brain&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_YTYv430tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Iaq-p43YtFA/s72-c/NightmaresInADamagedBrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4221063240206013039</id><published>2008-04-02T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T04:33:29.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_Ol4P430rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5ADBfmDPeYU/s1600-h/BleedingEye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184669981789901490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_Ol4P430rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5ADBfmDPeYU/s400/BleedingEye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;African Union troops arrest an Anjouan man after firing rockets into his house. This image appeared in &lt;em&gt;The Guardian&lt;/em&gt;, 26 March 2008. &lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;'[The Sandman is] a wicked man who comes when children&lt;br /&gt;won't go to bed, and throws handfuls of sand in their &lt;strong&gt;eyes&lt;/strong&gt; so&lt;br /&gt;that they jump out of their heads all &lt;strong&gt;bleeding&lt;/strong&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;E.T.A. Hoffman 1816 &lt;em&gt;The Sandman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We know from psycho-analytic experience, however, that the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fear of damaging or losing one's eyes&lt;/strong&gt; is a terrible one in&lt;br /&gt;children. Many adults retain their apprehensiveness in this&lt;br /&gt;respect, and no physical injury is so much dreaded by them as&lt;br /&gt;an injury to the eye. [...] A study of dreams, phantasies and&lt;br /&gt;myths has taught as that anxiety about one's eyes, the fear of&lt;br /&gt;going blind, is often enough a substitute for the dread of being castrated.&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud 1919 &lt;em&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-4221063240206013039?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/4221063240206013039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=4221063240206013039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4221063240206013039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4221063240206013039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/04/bleeding-eye.html' title='Bleeding Eye'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_Ol4P430rI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5ADBfmDPeYU/s72-c/BleedingEye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-1317319677682142965</id><published>2008-04-02T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T08:07:51.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugabe Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_OhMf430oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GU44-3-ewvA/s1600-h/MugabeMask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184664832124113538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_OhMf430oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GU44-3-ewvA/s400/MugabeMask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Children play with a mask of Robert Mugabe in Zimbabwe capital Harare. This image appeared in &lt;em&gt;The Metro&lt;/em&gt;, 1 April 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-1317319677682142965?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/1317319677682142965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=1317319677682142965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1317319677682142965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1317319677682142965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/04/mugabe-mask.html' title='Mugabe Mask'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R_OhMf430oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GU44-3-ewvA/s72-c/MugabeMask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-7697973497208664410</id><published>2008-03-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T05:38:39.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Terracotta Army protest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R-EI_Hy65KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9wokfOP1oGU/s1600-h/EveningStandardsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179430926970184866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R-EI_Hy65KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9wokfOP1oGU/s400/EveningStandardsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A British Museum attendant talks to a man hanging pro-Tibetan slogans on China's Terracotta Warriors. This image appeared in &lt;em&gt;The Evening Standard&lt;/em&gt;, 19 March 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-7697973497208664410?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/7697973497208664410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=7697973497208664410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7697973497208664410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7697973497208664410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/03/chinese-terracotta-army-protest.html' title='Chinese Terracotta Army protest'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R-EI_Hy65KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9wokfOP1oGU/s72-c/EveningStandardsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-2384768722109675598</id><published>2008-03-18T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:59:51.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alistair Darling puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9-8mXy65JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aKG818VwhVU/s1600-h/MetroCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179065463908000914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9-8mXy65JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aKG818VwhVU/s400/MetroCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An image taken from the cover of London newspaper &lt;em&gt;The Metro&lt;/em&gt;, 12 March 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-2384768722109675598?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/2384768722109675598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=2384768722109675598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/2384768722109675598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/2384768722109675598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/03/metro-cover-12-march-2008.html' title='Alistair Darling puppet'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9-8mXy65JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/aKG818VwhVU/s72-c/MetroCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5643507090290842431</id><published>2008-03-14T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:04:13.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketches (diving boards)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rU9ny65II/AAAAAAAAAHU/C5llRpePNdA/s1600-h/proposal9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177684876735472770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rU9ny65II/AAAAAAAAAHU/C5llRpePNdA/s400/proposal9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUzXy65HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KFF-uvKxHJ0/s1600-h/proposal10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177684700641813618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUzXy65HI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KFF-uvKxHJ0/s400/proposal10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUvXy65GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WIuGXl3nPQM/s1600-h/proposal11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177684631922336866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUvXy65GI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WIuGXl3nPQM/s400/proposal11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUrXy65FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pOJ883sVeHA/s1600-h/proposal12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177684563202860114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUrXy65FI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pOJ883sVeHA/s400/proposal12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUmHy65EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KBUBBGR7bBM/s1600-h/proposal13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177684473008546882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rUmHy65EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KBUBBGR7bBM/s400/proposal13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-5643507090290842431?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/5643507090290842431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=5643507090290842431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5643507090290842431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5643507090290842431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/03/sketches-diving-boards.html' title='Sketches (diving boards)'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9rU9ny65II/AAAAAAAAAHU/C5llRpePNdA/s72-c/proposal9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-2948072510594013319</id><published>2008-03-13T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:03:23.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketches (nooses)</title><content type='html'>New sketches for the Leeds Met Gallery work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177176481456645122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9kGlHy65AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BkdfBGsi_38/s400/proposal5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177176910953374770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9kG-Hy65DI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jn4MpzRaGbo/s400/proposal6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177176807874159650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9kG4Hy65CI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qwePW4-FAK0/s400/proposal7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177176679025140754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9kGwny65BI/AAAAAAAAAGc/27T865zJeso/s400/proposal8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-2948072510594013319?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/2948072510594013319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=2948072510594013319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/2948072510594013319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/2948072510594013319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/03/sketches-nooses.html' title='Sketches (nooses)'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9kGlHy65AI/AAAAAAAAAGU/BkdfBGsi_38/s72-c/proposal5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-9185086318483551039</id><published>2008-03-12T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:39:50.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Kelley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight Zone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigmund Freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Wan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profondo Rosso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead of Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ventriloquism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dario Argento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Attenborough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Gabbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dummies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devil Doll'/><title type='text'>Ventriloquist Dummies</title><content type='html'>Ventriloquist dummies are an example of the type of life-size model figures that Jentsch sites in his essay on the uncanny, listing "wax-work figures, ingeniously constructed dolls and automata". Freud and Kelley both quote this passage in their own essays on the uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The enduring popularity of uncanny ventriloquist dummies is evidenced by the number of horror and thriller movies that include them; There are enough that the ventriloquist dummy movie could be considered a sub-genre in itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examples include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177001985525343106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hn4Hy644I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IRtAtxa-YDw/s400/GreatGabbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Great Gabbo&lt;/em&gt; (1928) Dir. James Cruze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177002878878540690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hosHy645I/AAAAAAAAAFc/9RUcnLFQ1Pw/s400/DeadofNight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177003467289060258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hpOXy646I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8Ofj4h9q00U/s400/DeadofNight02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ventriloquist Dummy&lt;/em&gt; (a segment in &lt;em&gt;Dead of Night&lt;/em&gt;) (1945) Dir. Alberto Cavalcanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177004184548598706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hp4Hy647I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ithhxw_9JVk/s400/TwilightZoneDummyYouTube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dummy&lt;/em&gt; (an episode of &lt;em&gt;The Twilight Zone&lt;/em&gt;) (1962) Dir. Abner Biberman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177008758688768994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9huCXy64-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/8EANiPu1ljw/s400/DevilDoll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Devil Doll&lt;/em&gt; (1964) Dir. Lindsay Shonteff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177009321329484786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hujHy64_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/0Lsw0msYDbk/s400/ProfondoRossoYouTube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Profondo Rosso (Deep Red)&lt;/em&gt; (1975) Dir. Dario Argento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177005387139441602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hq-Hy648I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g-lBAdGDarY/s400/MagicYouTube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Magic&lt;/em&gt; (1978) Dir. Richard Attenborough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177006555370546130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hsCHy649I/AAAAAAAAAF8/xi-4sxKbvXQ/s400/DeadSilenceYouTube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dead Silence&lt;/em&gt; (2007) Dir. James Wan. Notably, the television trailer (below) for &lt;em&gt;Dead Silence&lt;/em&gt; includes the tag line, "&lt;em&gt;Just because something isn't alive doesn't mean it's dead&lt;/em&gt;". This recalls Jentsch's description of the uncanny effect produced by, "doubts whether an apparently animate being is really alive; or conversely, whether a lifeless object might not be in fact animate".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-9185086318483551039?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/9185086318483551039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=9185086318483551039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/9185086318483551039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/9185086318483551039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/03/ventriloquist-dummies.html' title='Ventriloquist Dummies'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R9hn4Hy644I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IRtAtxa-YDw/s72-c/GreatGabbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4767276069487371897</id><published>2008-03-11T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:53:07.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ludwig Wittgenstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Resemblances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophical Investigations'/><title type='text'>Wittgenstein: A Family Resemblance</title><content type='html'>In his book &lt;em&gt;Philosophical Investigations&lt;/em&gt; (1951), Ludwig Wittgenstein proposed a theory of "family resemblances" to understand the nature of terms that do not admit of a full and complete definition. This idea is summarised by John Heaton in his book &lt;em&gt;Introducing Wittgenstein&lt;/em&gt; (1999):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We take the words out of their natural place in talking and assume they refer to some essence or ideal entity which we try to define. Because the word is uniform in appearance, we assume it refers to a uniform entity about which we can generalise. We forget the &lt;strong&gt;application&lt;/strong&gt; of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the word "good". What is common between a good joke, a good tennis player, a good man, feeling good, good will, good breeding, good looking, and a good for nothing? There is no one common property which the word &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; refers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot analyze the word so that we reach some essence or element from which the concept is built up. But there are resemblances between the various meanings of the term - like family resemblances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;John Heaton (paraphrasing Ludwig Wittgenstein) &lt;em&gt;Introducing Wittgenstein&lt;/em&gt; pp.126-127&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his essay on &lt;em&gt;The 'Uncanny' &lt;/em&gt;(1919), Freud attempts to distill a definition (or 'essence') of the term "uncanny" by analysing examples of its application. His acknowledgement of the difficulties of this approach are an example of the problem that Wittgenstein's theory of family resemblances describes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"... the word [uncanny] is not always used in a clearly definable sense, so that it tends to coincide with what excites fear in general. Yet we may expect that a special core of feeling is present which justifies the use of a special conceptual term. One is curious to know what this common core is which allows us to distinguish as 'uncanny' certain things which lie within the field of what is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;In his study of the 'uncanny' Jentsch quite rightly lays stress on the obstacle presented by the fact that people vary so very greatly in their sensitivity to this quality of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Either we can find out what meaning has come to be attached to the word 'uncanny' in the course of its history; or we can collect all those properties of persons, things, sense-impressions, experiences and situations which arouse in us the feeling of uncanniness, and then infer the unknown nature of the uncanny from what all these examples have in common."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sigmund Freud &lt;em&gt;The 'Uncanny'&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;An Infantile&lt;br /&gt;Neurosis and Other Works&lt;/em&gt; pp.219-220&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Kelley also describes collecting a group of examples of the uncanny in order to better define the meaning of the word, in the opening of his essay &lt;em&gt;Playing with Dead Things: On the Uncanny &lt;/em&gt;(1993):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What I'm after is a group of objects that, like the original collection of images I pinned to my wall, share an 'uncanny' quality. What this quality is, precisely, and how it functions, are difficult to describe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Mike Kelley p.26 &lt;em&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their feeling that the word uncanny is ill-defined and provisional is indicated by the fact that both Freud and Kelley frequently place it between inverted commas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-4767276069487371897?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/4767276069487371897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=4767276069487371897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4767276069487371897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4767276069487371897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/03/wittgenstein-family-resemblance.html' title='Wittgenstein: A Family Resemblance'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-2005795446653272051</id><published>2008-02-29T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:52:17.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernst Mach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sigmund Freud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Bell Jar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Das Unheimliche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikael Hafstrom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1984'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sylvia Plath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirrors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Orwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1408'/><title type='text'>One's own reflection</title><content type='html'>In his essay, &lt;em&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/em&gt;, Freud discusses the uncanny qualities of "the double". In a footnote he writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;... it is interesting to observe what the effect is of meeting one's own image unbidden and unexpected. Ernst Mach has related two such observations in his &lt;em&gt;Analyse der Empfindungen&lt;/em&gt; (1900). On the first occasion he was not a little startled when he realised that the face before him was his own. The second time he formed a very unfavourable opinion about the supposed stranger who entered the omnibus, and thought 'What a shabby-looking school-master that man is who is getting in!' - I can report a similar adventure. I was sitting alone in my &lt;em&gt;wagon-lit&lt;/em&gt; compartment when a more than usually violent jolt of the train swung back the door of the adjoining washing cabinet, and an elderly gentleman in a dressing-gown and a travelling cap came in. I assumed that in leaving the washing-cabinet, which lay between the two compartments, he had taken the wrong direction and come into my compartment by mistake. Jumping up with the intention of putting him right, I at once realised to my dismay that the intruder was nothing but my own reflection in the looking-glass on the open door. I can still recollect that I thoroughly disliked his appearance. Instead,&lt;br /&gt;therefore, of being frightened by our 'doubles', both Mach and I simply failed to recognise them as such. Is it not possible, though, that our dislike of them was a vestigial trace of the archaic reaction which feels the 'double' to be something uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.248&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sylvia Plath describes something similar in her 1963 novel &lt;em&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I slid into the self-service elevator and pushed the button for my floor. The doors folded shut like a noiseless accordion. Then my ears went funny, and I noticed a big, smudgy-eyed Chinese woman staring idiotically into my face. It was only me, of course. I was appalled to see how wrinkled and used-up I looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Later in the &lt;em&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/em&gt;, Plath repeats the motif with a more dramatic effect:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Why can't I see a mirror?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Because you better not.' The nurse shut the lid of the overnight case with a little snap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Why?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Because you don't look very pretty.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Oh, just let me see.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The nurse sighed and opened the top bureau drawer.&lt;br /&gt;She took out a large mirror in a wooden frame that matched the wood of the bureau and handed it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At first I didn't see what the trouble was. It wasn't a mirror at all, but a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You couldn't tell whether the person in the picture was a man or a woman, because their hair was shaved off and sprouted in bristly chicken-feather tufts all over their head. One side of the person's face was purple, and bulged out in a shapeless way, shading to green along the edges, and then to a sallow yellow. The person's mouth was pale brown, with a rose-coloured sore at either corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The most startling thing about the face was its supernatural conglomeration of bright colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The mouth in the mirror cracked into a grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A minute after the crash another nurse ran in. She took one look at the broken mirror, and at me, standing over the blind, white pieces, and hustled the young nurse out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;pp.167-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is a similarly disturbing scene in George Orwell's 1949 novel &lt;em&gt;1984&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'You are the last man,' said O'Brien. 'You are the guardian of the human spirit. You shall see yourself as you are. Take off your clothes.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Winston undid the bit of string that held his overalls together. The zip fastener had long since been wrenched out of them. He could not remember whether at any time since his arrest he had taken off all his clothes at one time. Beneath the overalls his body was looped with filthy yellowish rags, just recognisable as the remnants of under-clothes. As he slid them to the ground he saw that there was a three-sided mirror at the far end of the room. He approached it, then stopped short. An involuntary cry had broken out of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Go on,' said O'Brien. 'Stand between the wings of the mirror. You shall see the side view as well.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He had stopped because he was frightened. A bowed, grey-coloured, skeleon-like thig was coming towards him. Its actual appearance was frightening, and not merely the fact that he knew it to be himself. He moved closer to the glass. The creature's face seemed to be protruded, because of its bent carriage. A forlorn, jailbird's face with a nobby forehead running back into a bald scalp, a crooked nose and battered-looking cheekbones above which the eyes were fierce and watchful. The cheeks were seamed, the mouth had a drawn-in look. Certainly it washis own face, but it seemed to him that it had changed more than he had changed inside. The emotions it registered would be different from the ones he felt. He had gone partially bald. For the first moment he had thought that he had gone grey as well, but it was only the scalp that was grey. Except for his hands and a circle of his face, his body was grey&lt;br /&gt;all over with ancient, ingrained dirt. Here and there under the dirt there were the red scars of wounds, and near the ankle the varicose ulcer was an inflamed mass with flakes of skin peeling off it. But the truly frightening thing was the emaciation of his body. The barrel of the ribs was as narrow as that of a skeleton: the legs had shrunk so that the knees were thicker than the thighs. He saw now what O'Brien had meant about seeing the side view. The curvature of the spine was astonishing. The thin shoulders were hunched forward so as to make a cavity of the chest, the scraggy neck seemed to be bending double under the weight of the skull. At a guess he would have said that it was the body of a man of sixty, suffering from some malignant disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.283-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is an eerie scene in Mikael Hafstrom's 2007 horror movie &lt;em&gt;1408&lt;/em&gt; in which the central character, Mike Enslin, looks out of his window across the street and sees a figure in a room in the opposite building. He attempts to attract this person's attention and signal a message to him, but the figure responds by mirroring his movements and on closer inspection is indeed a reflection, but a supernatural one (the room and clothing do not match up). This realisation is quickly followed by a 'shock'. Click below for a video clip of this scene:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=meh9yaJmwx0"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172507894437225458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8hwhl3Vo_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/jPoV7n57GCY/s400/1408YouTube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-2005795446653272051?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/2005795446653272051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=2005795446653272051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/2005795446653272051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/2005795446653272051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/mirrors.html' title='One&apos;s own reflection'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8hwhl3Vo_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/jPoV7n57GCY/s72-c/1408YouTube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-6251803764428459790</id><published>2008-02-28T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:29:29.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night-duty in the radar bunker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8cycWt28bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Im3tnyk-eyI/s1600-h/RAFRingstead02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172158159773954482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8cycWt28bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Im3tnyk-eyI/s400/RAFRingstead02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandfather told a story from his time in national service, which he spent working at RAF Ringstead Radar Station, in Dorset, circa.1950. This is what my mother and I can remember of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At Ringstead there was a radar bunker built into a hillock in the middle of a large wooded area. It was manned 24 hours a day by one person at a time working in shifts. The over-night shift was notoriously unpleasant due to the isolation from the rest of the camp and the darkness of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night the man on night-duty, who had been working the shift for some months, made a radio-call to the camp. He asked to be collected at once. The job had got to him, and the following day he left the station altogether, taken away for psychiatric treatment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others were reluctant to take his place, and it came as a surprise that the only volunteer was a young man who was known for being what my grandad referred to as "effeminate". This man went on to work the night shift for a long time without complaint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When asked how he endured the nights spent alone in the bunker buried in the woods, he replied, "The only thing that irritates me is that the slightest breeze causes the door to rattle against its frame. So I leave it unlocked and slightly open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately, his apparent fearlessness did not last. Eventually he "cracked", as his predecessor had, and was likewise relieved of the post. From then on a new policy was put in place: that the night shift would always be worked by two people at a time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These photographs are of the RAF Ringstead Radar Station after its closure in 1970. From grandad's description, I'd guess that this bunker is the one from his story. The surrounding area seems to have been partially deforested, and the bunker itself is stripped. However, with a little imagination it is easy to envisage how unnerving a night alone there could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172158340162580930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8cym2t28cI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RrdkfQeaVKY/s400/RAFRingstead00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172158447536763346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8cytGt28dI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dDR1JxmY148/s400/RAFRingstead01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(photographs courtesy of Shaun Churchill at www.worldwar2airfields.fotopic.net)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-6251803764428459790?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/6251803764428459790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=6251803764428459790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6251803764428459790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6251803764428459790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-duty-at-raf-radar-station.html' title='Night-duty in the radar bunker'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8cycWt28bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Im3tnyk-eyI/s72-c/RAFRingstead02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-6725035368460630152</id><published>2008-02-27T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:54:27.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francis Bacon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wes Craven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Invisible Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.G.Wells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study After Velazquez&apos;s Portrait of Pope Innocent X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart of Darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Scream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Conrad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edvard Munch'/><title type='text'>Kurtz in Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness</title><content type='html'>In his 1899 novel &lt;em&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/em&gt;, Joseph Conrad's narrator describes a first impression of an infamous ivory trader named Kurtz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could not hear a sound, but through my glasses I saw the thin arm extended commandingly, the lower jaw moving, the eyes of that apparition shining darkly far in its bony head that nodded with grotesque jerks. Kurtz - Kurtz - that means 'short' in German - don't it? Well, the name was as true as everything else in his life - and death. He looked at least seven feet long. His covering had fallen off, and his body emerged from it pitiful and appalling as from a winding-sheet. I could see the cage of his ribs all astir, the bones of his arm waving. It was as though an animated image of death carved out of old ivory had been shaking its hand with menaces at a motionless crowd of men made of dark and glittering bronze. I saw him open his mouth wide - it gave him a weirdly voracious aspect, as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.74&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kurtz's gaping mouth recalls H. G. Wells' description of a momentary impression Mrs Hall has of the title character in &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... for a second it seemed to her that the man she looked at had an enormous mouth wide open, - a vast and incredible mouth that swallowed the whole of the lower portion of his face. It was the sensation of a moment: the white-bound head, the monstrous goggle eyes, and this huge yawn below it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, Edvard Munch's painting &lt;em&gt;The Scream&lt;/em&gt; (1893) shows a contorted face with a gaping mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171669903596777858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8V2YGt28YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fYvOgc4ggRI/s400/thescream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Inspired by Munch's &lt;em&gt;The Scream&lt;/em&gt;, Wes Craven's 1996 movie &lt;em&gt;Scream&lt;/em&gt; features a killer wearing a halloween mask that also has a gaping mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171670556431806866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8V2-Gt28ZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/f7ill5gqjZk/s400/ScreamYouTube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scream&lt;/em&gt; (1996) Dir. Wes Craven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another screaming mouth can be found in Francis Bacon's 1953 &lt;em&gt;Study After Velazquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171674241513746850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8V6Umt28aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/VemZeWTnyKw/s400/FrancisBacon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Study After Velazquez's Portrait of Pope Innocent X&lt;/em&gt; (1953) Francis Bacon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-6725035368460630152?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/6725035368460630152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=6725035368460630152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6725035368460630152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6725035368460630152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/kurtz-in-joseph-conrads-heart-of.html' title='Kurtz in Joseph Conrad&apos;s &lt;i&gt;Heart of Darkness&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8V2YGt28YI/AAAAAAAAAEc/fYvOgc4ggRI/s72-c/thescream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-1068636332151464058</id><published>2008-02-26T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:56:40.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Invisible Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.G.Wells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe May'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Whale'/><title type='text'>H. G. Wells' The Invisible Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;In his 1897 novella &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Man,&lt;/em&gt; H. G. Wells creates uncanny effects with his descriptions of the title character's appearance. Heavily disguised, and often lurking in darkness, Wells' invention is a forerunner to the masked villains of 1970s-90s horror movies such as Jason Voorhees in Sean S. Cunningham's &lt;em&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/em&gt; (1980) and Michael Myers in John Carpenter's &lt;em&gt;Halloween&lt;/em&gt; (1978).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some excerpts from Wells' novella:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; ... he wore big blue spectacles with sidelights, and had a bushy side-whisker over his coat-collar that completely hid his cheeks and face. ... standing there like a man of stone, his back hunched, his collar turned up, his dripping hat-brim turned down, hiding his face and ears completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;pp.1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171403624214360386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8SEMmt28UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F5e8hi-6ang/s400/InvisibleMan01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Image: &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/em&gt; (1933) Dir. James Whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For a moment she stood gaping at him, too surprised to speak.&lt;br /&gt;He held a white cloth - it was a serviette he had brought with him - over the lower part of his face, so that his mouth and jaws were completely hidden, and that was the reason of his muffled voice. ... all his forehead above his blue glasses was covered by a white bandage, and that another covered his ears, leaving not a scrap of his face exposed excepting only his pink, peaked nose. It was bright pink, and shiny just as it had been at first. ... The thick black hair, escaping as it could below and between the cross bandages, projected in curious tails and horns, giving him the strangest appearance conceivable. This muffled, and bandaged head was so unlike what she had anticipated, that for a moment she was rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only light in the room was the red glow from the fire - which lit his eyes like adverse railway signals, but left his downcast face in darkness - and the scanty vestiges of the day that came in through the open door. Everything was ruddy, shadowy, and indistinct to her ... for a second it seemed to her that the man she looked at had an enormous mouth wide open, - a vast and incredible mouth that swallowed the whole of the lower portion of his face. It was the sensation of a moment: the white-bound head, the monstrous goggle eyes, and this huge yawn below it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt alone in the room and looked up , and there, grey and dim, was the bandaged head and huge blue lenses staring fixedly, ... It was so &lt;strong&gt;uncanny&lt;/strong&gt;-looking to Henfrey that for a minute they remained staring blankly at one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171404874049843554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8SFVWt28WI/AAAAAAAAAEM/z78OsdhaNI0/s400/InvisibleMan03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Image: &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Man Returns&lt;/em&gt; (1940) Dir. Joe May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;... the stranger was undoubtedly an unusually strange sort of stranger, and she was by no means assured about him in her own mind. In the middle of the night she woke up dreaming of huge white heads like turnips, that came trailing after her at the end of interminable necks, and with vast black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind was down and the room dim. He caught a glimpse of a most singular thing, what seemed a handless arm waving towards him, and a face of three huge indeterminate spots on white, very like the face of a pale pansy. Then he was struck violently in the chest, hurled back, and the door slammed in his face and locked all so rapidly that he had no time to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... at twilight he would go out muffled up enormously, whether the weather were cold or not, and he chose the loneliest paths and those most over-shadowed by trees and banks. His goggling spectacles and ghastly bandaged face under the penthouse of his hat, came with a disagreeable suddenness out of the darkness upon one or two home-going labourers; and Teddy Henfrey, tumbling out of the Scarlet Coat one night at half-past nine, was scared shamefully by the stranger's skull-like head (he was walking hat in hand) lit by the sudden light of the opened inn door. Such children as saw him at nightfall dreamt of bogies ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, a clip from James Whale's 1933 film adaption of &lt;em&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KY-ddVDk2do"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171404229804749138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8SEv2t28VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YSDCJftW-80/s400/InvisibleMan02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-1068636332151464058?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/1068636332151464058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=1068636332151464058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1068636332151464058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1068636332151464058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/h-g-wells-invisible-man.html' title='H. 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Wells&apos; &lt;i&gt;The Invisible Man&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8SEMmt28UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F5e8hi-6ang/s72-c/InvisibleMan01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-7594588140902010193</id><published>2008-02-26T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:57:09.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Lippiatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attic Basement Garage'/><title type='text'>Attic Basement Garage video</title><content type='html'>A video of &lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/em&gt; on display at Central St Martin's College in London, June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9Xv-cLZg-8"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171263698474823986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt Attic Basement Garage uncanny" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8QE72t28TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ciCiuXhayzI/s400/AtticBasementGarageYouTube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-7594588140902010193?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/7594588140902010193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=7594588140902010193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7594588140902010193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/7594588140902010193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/attic-basement-garage-video.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/i&gt; video'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R8QE72t28TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ciCiuXhayzI/s72-c/AtticBasementGarageYouTube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-956453265255464628</id><published>2008-02-26T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T04:27:55.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Seltzer Serial Killers</title><content type='html'>Mark Seltzer makes frequent reference to the uncanny in his 1998 book &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=UQ-AGFx0hBMC&amp;amp;dq=mark+seltzer+serial+killers&amp;amp;pg=PP1&amp;amp;ots=w1xKhS6ukE&amp;amp;sig=w47ONIKehpMgU4un48D1BqM7T6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;prev=http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=mark+seltzer+serial+killers&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=print&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;cad=one-book-with-thumbnail"&gt;Serial Killers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Here are some excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something &lt;strong&gt;uncanny&lt;/strong&gt; about how these killers are so much alike, living composites, how easily they blend in. The serial killer, as one prosecutor of these cases expressed it, is "abnormally normal": "just like you or me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An embodiment of an &lt;strong&gt;uncanny&lt;/strong&gt; spatial relation, the stranger's "strangeness means that he, who is also far, is actually near". ... The stranger, if not (quite) yet the statistical person, begins to make visible the &lt;strong&gt;uncanny&lt;/strong&gt; stranger-intimacy that defines the serial killer: the "deliberate stranger" or "the stranger beside me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.42&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, in the experience of serial killing, a compulsive location of the scene of the crime in such homes away from home - hotel and motel spaces as murdering places. This is one indication of the radical redefinition of "the &lt;strong&gt;homelike&lt;/strong&gt;" on the American scene: not exactly "no place like home," but rather only places "like" home. If stranger-killing is premised on a fundamental typicality, then the making of what came to be called, at the turn of the century, American "hotel-civilization" is premised on the mass replication of ideal-typical domestic spaces. It is premised, that is, on the &lt;strong&gt;uncanniness&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(unhomelikeness)&lt;/strong&gt; of the domestic as such (an &lt;strong&gt;uncanniness&lt;/strong&gt; perhaps inseperable from the psychic shocks of the machine culture of mass-reproducibility). Hence the repeated location of American serial violence in hotel and motel hells: the murder motel in Robert Bloch's novel &lt;em&gt;Psycho&lt;/em&gt;, for example, or the even more lethal tourist hotel in his subsequent novel, &lt;em&gt;American Gothic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;pp.47-8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean to consider here are the relays progressively articulated between bodies and places such that the home, or, more exactly, the &lt;strong&gt;homelike&lt;/strong&gt;, emerges again and again as the scene of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.201&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt always something outmoded about the domestic and its constructed nostalgias - what might be called its &lt;strong&gt;uncanniness&lt;/strong&gt;, if the notion of &lt;strong&gt;"the uncanny" (the unhomelike)&lt;/strong&gt; itself had not by now become an all too homey way of naming that belatedness, its ambiguous causalities and periodizations (in effect, a way of endorsing a sort of better living through ambiguity). It is the vexed status of the homelike itself that I mean to define here. More exactly, it is the way in which the public spectacle or exhibition of "the private" in machine culture - museums or replicas of home as tourist site, for instance - seems to have become inseperable from the exhibition of bodily violence or atrocity that I mean to examine. These haunted homelike places - hotel and motel hells, for example - set in high relief the "gothic" rapport between persons and spaces, the distribution of degrees of aliveness across constructed spaces, the assimilation of the animate to the inanimate and mechanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;p.202&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-956453265255464628?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/956453265255464628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=956453265255464628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/956453265255464628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/956453265255464628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/mark-seltzer-serial-killers.html' title='Mark Seltzer &lt;i&gt;Serial Killers&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4127740468681585553</id><published>2008-02-17T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:08:19.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Munchkin in The Wizard of Oz</title><content type='html'>The scene from &lt;em&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/em&gt; in which one of the 'munchkin' actors is rumoured to be visible hanging himself from a tree in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r89z_-1by6U&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168086913980427186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R7i7qqQl67I/AAAAAAAAADU/Gkl6Qu9dcdo/s400/HangingMunchkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hanging munchkin was actually the wing of a large live bird. More information about this urban legend &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/movies/films/ozsuicide.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4gh6BEPN8Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168087644124867522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R7i8VKQl68I/AAAAAAAAADc/rVGSjBqAwRk/s400/HangingMunchkin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-4127740468681585553?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/4127740468681585553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=4127740468681585553' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4127740468681585553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4127740468681585553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/hanging-munchkin-in-wizard-of-oz.html' title='Hanging Munchkin in &lt;i&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R7i7qqQl67I/AAAAAAAAADU/Gkl6Qu9dcdo/s72-c/HangingMunchkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-1282731572918002266</id><published>2008-02-13T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:00:39.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketchbook</title><content type='html'>Sketches for an artwork for The Unheimlich exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166449930145229714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt uncanny" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R7Lq1qQl65I/AAAAAAAAADE/CzNPS7rypmQ/s400/proposal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166450058994248610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt uncanny" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R7Lq9KQl66I/AAAAAAAAADM/fbppvkpzSxs/s400/proposal4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-1282731572918002266?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/1282731572918002266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=1282731572918002266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1282731572918002266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/1282731572918002266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/sketchbook.html' title='Sketchbook'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R7Lq1qQl65I/AAAAAAAAADE/CzNPS7rypmQ/s72-c/proposal3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-6927809809465281885</id><published>2008-02-07T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T15:09:55.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost boy in Three Men and a Baby</title><content type='html'>Here is a link to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPEvJrs-1yM"&gt;the scene from &lt;em&gt;Three Men and a Baby&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(1987) supposedly showing a ghostly boy. Below is Jan Harold Brunvand's account of this rumour, published in &lt;em&gt;The Encyclopedia of Urban Legends&lt;/em&gt; (2001).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPEvJrs-1yM"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164202122124329106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R6rueA2KAJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/on7rnqyWHoA/s400/ThreeMenandaBaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ghostly Videotape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1990, when the 1987 film &lt;em&gt;Three Men and a Baby&lt;/em&gt; was released on videotape, people began to notice for the first time a "ghost" image, apparently of a young boy, in the background of one scene. Stories developed explaining that the son of the owners of the New York apartment used for the film had committed suicide there and had returned as a ghostly presence that could be seen only in the film. Some viewers thought they could also see the rifle he had used to kill himself alongside the spirit; others claimed that the supposed ghost was merely a young relative of the film's director, Leonard Nimoy, who had been promised an appearance in it.&lt;br /&gt;Debunking these stories, the film's producers explained that the New York "apartment" was really a soundstage in Toronto and that the image was an out-of-focus view of a cardboard cutout of actor Ted Danson, who stars in the film, used as part of the apartment decor. Rumors then began to circulate that the film's distributors themselves had started the stories in order to promote video rentals and to draw attention to their sequel &lt;em&gt;Three Men and a Little Lady&lt;/em&gt; (1990). Unmentioned in most of the discussion of this short-lived legend was the fact that supposed spectral images of dead persons in photographs have long been a part of folk tradition. Most commonly, such images were claimed to be visible in photographs of groups of miners or other workers who had lost one or more companions in occupational accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Jan Harold Brunvand (2001) &lt;em&gt;The Encyclopedia of Urban Legends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-6927809809465281885?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/6927809809465281885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=6927809809465281885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6927809809465281885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6927809809465281885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/three-men-and-baby.html' title='Ghost boy in &lt;i&gt;Three Men and a Baby&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R6rueA2KAJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/on7rnqyWHoA/s72-c/ThreeMenandaBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-8321371222684980709</id><published>2008-02-07T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:59:33.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Shoot Off Cuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UI2qo-znEHc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UI2qo-znEHc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TAgfpl1nLI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TAgfpl1nLI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead Bodies and Cardboard&lt;/em&gt; is an art exhibition running from 9th - 23rd February 2008 at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/elevatorgallery"&gt;Elevator Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, London. I'm exhibiting a new video titled &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/Porn%20Shoot%20Off-Cuts%20(2008).htm"&gt;Porn Shoot Off-Cuts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is made from footage shot by cameramen at porn-shoots, using the sequences that would usually be cut out during editing. This gives a fragmentary impression of the events taking place, directing our attention to the surrounding environment, and the mood of the participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, some parts of this video evoke an uncanny atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164198741985067138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt Liam Cole Porn Shoot Off Cuts" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R6rrZQ2KAII/AAAAAAAAAC0/75-QStSecvk/s400/pornshootoffcuts03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/Porn%20Shoot%20Off-Cuts%20(2008).htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-8321371222684980709?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/8321371222684980709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=8321371222684980709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/8321371222684980709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/8321371222684980709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2008/02/dead-bodies-and-cardboard.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Porn Shoot Off Cuts&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R6rrZQ2KAII/AAAAAAAAAC0/75-QStSecvk/s72-c/pornshootoffcuts03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-3256201785939350217</id><published>2007-12-20T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:00:00.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attic Basement Garage: Uncanny Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage: Uncanny Figures&lt;/em&gt; is an essay I wrote to accompany the installation &lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/em&gt; when I first exhibited it. The essay explores the uncanny impression that many visitors experience in relation to the work, referring to similar phenomenon in popular culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a link to &lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/Attic%20Basement%20Garage%20essay.htm"&gt;the original essay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an abridged version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage: Uncanny Figures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR GAMES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 5 and 15 years, my friends and I enjoyed games and incidents involving gratuitous fear; that is, fear of imagined threats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These activities typically took place after dark, sometimes outdoors, daring one another into lone missions ('run to the edge of the trees and touch the fence before you come back'), or else indoors, inciting a kind of group hysteria, blundering around with the lights off, fleeing or cowering from an imagined terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear was not fun in itself, for example, when alone in bed at night unable to sleep. It only took on its pleasurable aspect when shared with friends, either in the moment or in recounting ‘scary’ experiences to one another.During adolescence these fear games were superseded by other activities that did not share the same physicality or immediacy: viewing horror movies together, discussing Stephen King novels, telling urban legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even in adulthood, experiences still occasionally arise that recall the feelings that we invoked with our early games. It is in reference to these that I understand the word “uncanny”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE UNCANNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1993 and 2004 Mike Kelley presented an exhibition titled &lt;em&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/em&gt;, consisting of sculptures, objects and images that he found “creepy”, with “an ‘uncanny’ aura about them”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority were life-sized polychrome models of the human body in whole or part. This accorded with ‘scary’ experiences of my own involving figurative sculptures, particularly one winter in my early teens when I was repeatedly surprised and slightly unnerved by a deshevelled Guy Fawkes that we had propped in a living room chair awaiting the evening’s bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley’s exhibition centred on Sigmund Freud’s essay &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-unheimliche-by-sigmund-freud.html"&gt;The Uncanny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1919), which draws on Ernst Jentsch’s &lt;a href="http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-unheimliche-by-sigmund-freud.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Psychology of the Uncanny&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(1906), in which the uncanny is exemplified by “doubts whether an apparently animate being is really alive; or conversely, whether a lifeless object might not be in fact animate”. It is this ambiguity that I have attempted to give my own sculptures in &lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/em&gt;, which this essay accompanies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART AND OBJECTHOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Fried’s criticism of minimalist sculpture’s “degeneration” into “theatricality” highlights how objects with very little resemblance to actual figures can still give an impression of human presence:“...being distanced by such objects is not, I suggest, entirely unlike being distanced, or crowded, by the silent presence of another person; the experience of coming upon literalist objects unexpectedly – for example in somewhat darkened rooms – can be strongly, if momentarily, disquieting in just this way”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this disquieting effect can unite people in pleasurable excitement; either when experienced simultaneously by two or more people, or experienced alone, which might be unpleasant at the time, but can provide a cathartic pleasure when subsequently described to others. It is this aspect, the joy of sharing gratuitous fear, that drives my interest in the uncanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOT SCARY ENOUGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If gratuitous scares are the aim then &lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/em&gt; could be alot scarier. The figures could be hidden behind corners, the room darkened, blacked out even, visitors provided with dim torches, animatronics occasionally launching the figures into grotesque movement. In short, all the strategies of the ghost train or carnival haunted house could be mobilised to provoke the greatest shocks possible, short of cardiac arrest, and why not? Firstly, an out and out sensory traumatisation of the viewer is not an exercise in the uncanny as I understand it; secondly, the more up-front the author is about his intention to create an uncanny effect, the harder he is likely to fall into the trap that Freud describes thus: “...by the time we have seen through his trick it is already too late and the author has achieved his object. But it must be added that his success is not unalloyed. We retain a feeling of dissatisfaction, a kind of grudge against the attempted deceit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, when the uncanny aura is understood as the author’s intention, it is often superseded by an aura of pathetic redundancy. The initial effect passes and continued exposure incurs the law of diminishing returns. Knowing that the intensity of our experience is testament to the author’s ability to manipulate us can, in itself, take the edge off. Therefore, it may be that certain uncanny effects are best experienced as un-authored; a difficulty for works displayed in the context of Western art’s attributive tradition. This is also a question for Nicolas Bourriaud’s theory of relational aesthetics: what is the nature of an authored social relation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STATUES AND CORPSES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his essay &lt;em&gt;Playing With Dead Things&lt;/em&gt;, Kelley writes, “The aura of death surrounds statues. The origin of sculpture is said to be in the grave; the first corpse was the first statue. And early statues were the first objects to which the aura of life clung.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This association is made explicit in Dennis Nilsen’s description of the body of a young man he had murdered:“...I gently undressed him and carried him naked into the bathroom. I washed him carefully all over in the bath and sitting his limp body on the edge I towelled him dry. I laid him on my bed and put talc on him to make him look cleaner. I just sat there and watched him. He looked really beautiful like one of those Michelangelo sculptures.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the similarities between statues and corpses (their cold inanimacy), as opposed to living bodies, are not a source of uncanny feeling in themselves. Rather, it is precisely the obvious lifelessness of most statues that forecloses uncanny ambiguity. The marginal status of moving statuary attests to the fact that viewers prefer their statues this way: patently dead.Where performance offers a display of the living body, statuary allows contemplation of a well-kept corpse; the body as a passive object of scrutiny; a face that will never return our gaze. It is this pleasure that the uncanny disturbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANDING SILENTLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If a statue is posed seated or standing in a comfortable upright position then its stillness no longer guarantees its lifelessness; a living person could easily sit or stand still in the same pose. For me, a still silent upright figure, whether dead, alive, or somewhere inbetween, is the exemplary form of uncanny human presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146120631753384738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qxcwL4IyI/AAAAAAAAABc/fhP_q5NT0so/s400/car.png" border="0" /&gt; For example, photographs purportedly showing ‘ghosts’ rarely feature spectral figures in motion. For many, the prospect that the figure was there, unknown to those present, is menace enough. This is especially true when the ‘ghost’ is pictured among oblivious living persons, the implication being: these people were in the presence of a figure they could not see, therefore you might be in the presence of a figure that you cannot see – though it might see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146121134264558386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qx6AL4IzI/AAAAAAAAABk/WmAmoR5at3E/s400/brownlady.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, in turn, is a prompt to that heightened attentiveness to one’s environment that characterises gratuitous fear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THREE MEN AND A GHOST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An urban legend of the early 90s claimed that the ghost of a young boy could be seen standing in the background of a scene in the comedy movie &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/movies/films/3menbaby.asp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Men and a Baby&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(1987) . The rumours picked up after the film’s video release, allowing people to replay and assess the footage for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146121593826059074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qyUwL4I0I/AAAAAAAAABs/hafvEr5ASDI/s400/3menandalittlelady.png" border="0" /&gt; As the camera pans across a room, following two actors in the foreground, a small figure with dark hair is clearly visible between the curtains of a large window. This figure was subsequently revealed by the filmmakers to be a cardboard cut-out image of actor Ted Danson, propped arbitrarily on the floor by the window, and not intended to create an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146122216596317010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qy5AL4I1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/bi2b7hpiYUI/s400/ghostwatch2.png" border="0" /&gt;A similar effect was deliberately created by the makers of BBC’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghostwatch"&gt;Ghostwatch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1992). Imitating live-broadcast factual television techniques, a handheld camera panned quickly around a child’s bedroom, affording a brief glimpse of a tall figure stood infront of the curtains. The camera panned back past the same spot in the opposite direction and the figure had gone. There was no indication in the camera work that the camera operator was aware of the figure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unseen figures also populate urban legends. For example, the story of a young woman who returns a borrowed item to a friend’s bedroom at night without switching the light on, so as to avoid waking her; the following morning the same friend is discovered murdered in her bed beside a note that reads “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here, we are invited to identify with the heroine’s narrow escape, and therefore to become hyper-vigilent ourselves. In other words, to ‘get scared’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE LIVING DEAD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jentsch lists examples of things that produce uncanny feelings, including “wax-work figures, artificial dolls and automatons,” but also, “epileptic seizures and the manifestations of insanity.”&lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/Attic%20Basement%20Garage%20essay.htm#note11"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt;This reminds me of an uncle of mine who, as a child, would frighten his siblings by “doing the stick-man”. This involved moving through the corridors of their home with his arms and legs held straight and rigid, walking in a fast, jerky, exaggerated manner, his face held in a manic rictus grin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ZOMBIES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The awkward movements and facial contortions of George Romero’s zombies in &lt;em&gt;Night of the Living Dead&lt;/em&gt; (1968) perhaps also exemplify this aspect of the uncanny. However, I have a misgiving about the genre’s convention of zombie ‘death’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For example, in &lt;em&gt;Night of the Living Dead&lt;/em&gt; the living characters are able to ‘kill’ the zombies by shooting them in the head. Clearly, as a plot device this resolves the undecideability inherant in the idea of the living-dead. The problem is that it also suggests that the zombie formula not only plays on the audience’s fear of bodies that are both dead and alive, but that it also satisfies a repressed desire to watch lunatics and the diseased, that is living people, being executed by the sane and healthy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146123715539903330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2q0QQL4I2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wlWtbYYp0_U/s400/nightofthelivingdead.png" border="0" /&gt;My least favourite zombie films are those that exhibit this characteristic most blatantly, descending into a thinly veiled form of war movie in which one side (the zombies) are depicted as categorically mindless and abhorent, therefore justifying a lack of empathy for them on the audience’s part when our side (the living) attempt to exterminate them en masse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146151808920986482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2rNzgL4I3I/AAAAAAAAACE/z1kmvcLkfNA/s400/residentevil1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resident Evil&lt;/em&gt; (a series of zombie ‘shoot em up’ computer games) literalises this tendency by arming the player with a gun and presenting a succession of zombies that must be killed in order to win the game. Though grotesque, the imagery is barely given time to be experienced as ‘creepy’, and the frenzied action shares little in common with the uncanny figures offered by Jentsch, Freud, and Kelley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146152109568697218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2rOFAL4I4I/AAAAAAAAACM/LNZ7optxEqU/s400/stepfordwives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;By comparison, a scene from Bryan Forbes’ &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073747/"&gt;The Stepford Wives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1975) conforms closely to Jentsch’s formulation. A woman preparing coffee is stabbed but does not bleed or show pain. Instead, she begins to repeat a series of physical gestures robotically, spilling coffee beans and breaking crockery, like a malfunctioning animatronic statue. Here, according to the narrative, what initially appears to be a living person in seizure proves to be a mechanised object.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146152891252745122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2rOygL4I6I/AAAAAAAAACc/XdmEV7OFu44/s400/friday13th.png" border="0" /&gt; In other instances, covering the face of a performer with a mask can invoke the dehumanised uncanny air of a statue brought to life. This can be seen in ‘slasher’ movies &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072271/"&gt;The Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1974) , &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077651/"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (1978) and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0083972/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday the 13th Part III&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(1982) , and also in the art of Paul McCarthy whose work includes performances involving masks, and masked (sometimes animatronic) sculptures. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146153230555161522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2rPGQL4I7I/AAAAAAAAACk/8qCg3O5h53k/s400/paulmccarthy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDENTIFYING WITH THE UNCANNY OBJECT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a temptation to banalise an appetite for the macabre by concealing it with campy excess and ironic humour (common amongst suburban teenaged ‘Goths’), thereby repressing the anxieties on which the appetite is founded. This is a tacit apology to the surrounding community for (indirectly) expressing sadness, anger, and resentment against it. Unfortunately, this apology devalues the ‘loser’s’ taste for the macabre, distracting attention from the shift of view point that it affords: in this case, an identification with the psychopathology of an irrational indiscriminately predatory outsider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the example of fear games, this shift can be seen as a movement from the social pleasure of shared gratuitous fear to an identification with the object of fear. This is precisely what would have been unthinkable to my friends and I during our fear games: to identify with the uncanny figure, alien to the group, standing silently, alone in the shadows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-3256201785939350217?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/3256201785939350217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=3256201785939350217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3256201785939350217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3256201785939350217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/attic-basement-garage-uncanny-figures.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage: Uncanny Figures&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qxcwL4IyI/AAAAAAAAABc/fhP_q5NT0so/s72-c/car.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5619554783871298751</id><published>2007-12-20T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:58:11.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attic Basement Garage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qrmAL4IwI/AAAAAAAAABM/kcVcUpqwU3Q/s1600-h/matt+lippiatt+atticbasementgarage07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146114193597408002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt Attic Basement Garage uncanny" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qrmAL4IwI/AAAAAAAAABM/kcVcUpqwU3Q/s400/matt+lippiatt+atticbasementgarage07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/em&gt; is an installation I've exhibited in a number of different permeatations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 2006 &lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/Attic%20Basement%20Garage%20gallery.htm"&gt;Central St Martin's College of Art: Graduation show&lt;/a&gt;, London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 2006 &lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/AAF%20Attic%20Basement%20Garage%20gallery.htm"&gt;The Affordable Art Fair: New Graduates&lt;/a&gt;, London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 2006 &lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/Futuremap06%20ABG%20(2006).htm"&gt;Futuremap 06&lt;/a&gt;, The Arts Gallery, London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 2007 &lt;a href="http://www.mattlippiatt.co.uk/Attic%20Basement%20Garage%20Charade%20(2007).htm"&gt;Charade&lt;/a&gt;, Ada Street Gallery, London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146117148534907666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt Attic Basement Garage uncanny" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2quSAL4IxI/AAAAAAAAABU/CWZ6FiF4VyM/s400/aaf02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-5619554783871298751?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/5619554783871298751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=5619554783871298751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5619554783871298751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5619554783871298751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/attic-basement-garage.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Attic Basement Garage&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2qrmAL4IwI/AAAAAAAAABM/kcVcUpqwU3Q/s72-c/matt+lippiatt+atticbasementgarage07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-4653861065139263643</id><published>2007-12-19T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:56:21.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go Bump in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2mSZQL4ItI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YFhP8lw0Kho/s1600-h/ThingsThatGoBump00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145805011786670802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt Ed Gein Psycho Amityville" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2mSZQL4ItI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YFhP8lw0Kho/s400/ThingsThatGoBump00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northlincs.gov.uk/NorthLincs/Leisure/arts/20-21VisualArtsCentre/Exhibitions/"&gt;Things that go Bump in the Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was an exhibition curated by Dominic Mason at the Victorian Gothic, at 20-21 Visual Arts Centre in Scunthorpe. The exhibition ran from 15 Sept - 1 Dec 2007, and featured work by &lt;a href="http://nigelgrimmer.com/"&gt;Nigel Grimmer&lt;/a&gt;, Marcelle Hanselaar, Pam Glew, &lt;a href="http://re-title.com/artists/craig-fisher.asp"&gt;Craig Fisher&lt;/a&gt;, Luci Gorell Barnes, Cat James, Suzanne Langston-Jones, &lt;a href="http://www.axisweb.org/seCVPG.aspx?ARTISTID=722"&gt;Johnny White&lt;/a&gt;, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are images of the exhibition, including my scale models of the house from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054215/"&gt;Hitchcock's &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054215/"&gt;Psycho&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(1960), the house from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078767/"&gt;Rosenberg's &lt;em&gt;The Amityville Horror &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(1979), the house of serial killer Ed Gein, and the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145805196470264546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt Psycho" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2mSkAL4IuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uMfutaqByMI/s400/ThingsThatGoBump01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By far the most popular topos of the nineteenth-century uncanny was the haunted house. A pervasive leitmotiv of literary fantasy and architectural revival alike, its depiction in fairy tales, horror stories, and Gothic novels gave rise to a unique genre of writing that, by the end of the century, stood for romanticism itself. The house provided an especially favored site for uncanny disturbances: its apparent domesticity, its residue of family history and nostalgia, its role as the last and most intimate shelter of private comfort sharpened by contrast the terror of invasion by alien spirits. Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher" was paradigmatic: "With the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. ... The feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anthony Vidler&lt;em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mitpress.mit.edu/catalog/item/default.asp?ttype=2&amp;amp;tid=5310"&gt;The Architectural Uncanny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mitpress.mit.edu/catalog/item/default.asp?ttype=2&amp;amp;tid=5310"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(1992)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-4653861065139263643?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/4653861065139263643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=4653861065139263643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4653861065139263643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/4653861065139263643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Things that go Bump in the Night&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2mSZQL4ItI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YFhP8lw0Kho/s72-c/ThingsThatGoBump00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-5133239558906259480</id><published>2007-12-19T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:54:14.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghoul '06</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ghoul '06 &lt;/em&gt;is a digital photograph I made in summer 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145794914318557890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Matt Lippiatt Ghoul 2006 uncanny ghost art" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2mJNgL4IsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/l8ayOwddFds/s400/matt+lippiatt+ghoul%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-5133239558906259480?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/5133239558906259480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=5133239558906259480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5133239558906259480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/5133239558906259480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/ghoul-06.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Ghoul &apos;06&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2mJNgL4IsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/l8ayOwddFds/s72-c/matt+lippiatt+ghoul%2706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-3465372211603457964</id><published>2007-12-17T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:40:40.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sandman by E.T.A.Hoffman</title><content type='html'>Here is a link to E.T.A.Hoffman's 1816 short story &lt;a href="http://www.fln.vcu.edu/hoffmann/sand_e.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Der Sandmann (The Sandman).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The Sandman is Freud's main literary reference in his essay &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-rohan.sdsu.edu/~amtower/uncanny.html"&gt;Das Unheimliche (The Uncanny)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145054590805746322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2bn5AL4IpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iQUqK8Kojz8/s400/blogunheimlich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-3465372211603457964?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/3465372211603457964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=3465372211603457964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3465372211603457964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3465372211603457964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/sandman-by-etahoffman.html' title='&lt;em&gt;The Sandman&lt;/em&gt; by E.T.A.Hoffman'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lxRFlWdbd6Q/R2bn5AL4IpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iQUqK8Kojz8/s72-c/blogunheimlich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-6264490829120228873</id><published>2007-12-16T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:07:18.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jentsch and Freud</title><content type='html'>A link to Ernst Jentsch's 1906 essay &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://faculty-web.at.northwestern.edu/german/uncanny/Jentsch.pdf"&gt;On the Psychology of the Uncanny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A link to Sigmund Freud's 1919 essay &lt;a href="http://www-rohan.sdsu.edu/~amtower/uncanny.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das Unheimliche&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(The Uncanny) &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-6264490829120228873?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/6264490829120228873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=6264490829120228873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6264490829120228873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/6264490829120228873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/das-unheimliche-by-sigmund-freud.html' title='Jentsch and Freud'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7946260609607453568.post-3182927356720082946</id><published>2007-12-16T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T04:50:16.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Lippiatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Unheimlich (exhibition)'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>This blog accompanies the touring art exhibition &lt;a href="http://www.mattroberts.org.uk/unheimlich.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Unheimlich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, curated by Matt Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Matt Lippiatt, and I'm one of the artists whose work will appear in the exhibition. I plan to use this blog to collect research material including texts, images and videos, and to explore ideas relating to the unheimlich, or uncanny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7946260609607453568-3182927356720082946?l=theunheimlich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/feeds/3182927356720082946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7946260609607453568&amp;postID=3182927356720082946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3182927356720082946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7946260609607453568/posts/default/3182927356720082946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunheimlich.blogspot.com/2007/12/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Matt Lippiatt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02783248410239524538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
