![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Barker remained in a coma for eleven days but eventually came out of it. In early February 2012 Barker fell into a coma after a dentist visit led to blood poisoning. On August 27, 2010, Barker underwent surgery yet again to remove new polyp growths from his throat. He said he did not have cancer and has given up cigars. He has had two surgeries to remove them and believes his resultant voice is an improvement over how it was prior to the surgeries. He says in a December 2008 online interview that this is due to polyps in his throat which were so severe that a doctor told him he was taking in ten percent of the air he was supposed to have been getting. While Barker is critical of organized religion, he has stated that he is a believer in both God and the afterlife, and that the Bible influences his work.įans have noticed of late that Barker's voice has become gravelly and coarse. This award is presented "to an openly lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgender individual who has made a significant difference in promoting equal rights for any of those communities". In 2003, Clive Barker received The Davidson/Valentini Award at the 15th GLAAD Media Awards. Barker's second long-term relationship, with photographer David Armstrong, ended in 2009. It was in Liverpool in 1975 that he met his first partner, John Gregson, with whom he lived until 1986. Educated at Dovedale Primary School and Quarry Bank High School, he studied English and Philosophy at Liverpool University and his picture now hangs in the entrance hallway to the Philosophy Department. Am I feeding myself my own nightmares? But if I don’t listen to descriptions of visceral media, my mind wanders to worse places.Clive Barker was born in Liverpool, England, the son of Joan Rubie (née Revill), a painter and school welfare officer, and Leonard Barker, a personnel director for an industrial relations firm. The things I hear while I sleep frequently show up in my dreams, and there’s something much less upsetting to my waking life if the horror imagery–which still disturbs me–is familiar and repetitive versus whatever horrific bullshit my sleeping brain comes up with on its own.īut–like–it’s still scary. Frequently, I fall and stay asleep to a YouTube playlist of boring-sounding white men explaining things–including horror-oriented videos. I use sleep headphones at night, because I just can’t calm down if it’s too quiet but I share a bed with my husband. My coping mechanism? The evil that I know versus the evil that my brain might come up with on its own. Mine are frequently violent and disturbing, to the point I’m not willing to describe them on a lark. Last night, I realized A Thing? A side effect of narcolepsy is vivid nightmares, probably from the intensity and prevalence of REM (dream) sleep, hypnagogic/hypnopompic hallucinations, and sleep paralysis. I’ve only read ABARAT once, but Christopher Carrion has been a haunting image for–what, twenty years? There’s a character–an antagonist/duagonist–named Christopher Carrion that wears, like, an apparatus that essentially lets him breathe and relive his own nightmares. So when I was in late high-school (I think), I read ABARAT by Clive Barker it featured beautiful and disturbing full color art by Barker as illustrations. ![]()
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