Tim Burton and his creation

 

Actor:

• 1971 — The Island of Doctor Agor — Being

• 1976 — Houdini: The Untold Story — Houdini

• 1979 — Doctor of Doom

• 1982 —  Luau — Morty and the super

• 1989 — Batman — Occasional cameo

• 1991 — Singles — Brain

• 1992 —  Hoffa  — Occasional cameo

                                                                                                  15

 

 

Animator:

• 1978 — Welcome To My Nightmare

• 1978 — The Lord of The Rings

• 1979 — of the Celery

• 1981 — The Fox and the Hound 

• 1982 — Vincent

• 1982 — Tron 

• 1992 — Family Dog 

• 1993 — The Nightmare Before Christmas 

• 2000 — The World of Stainboy 

Screenwriter:

• 1971 — The Island of Doctor Agor

• 1976 — Houdini: The Untold Story

• 1979 — Stalk of the Celery

• 1979 — Doctor of Doom

• 1982 — Vincent

• 1982 — Luau

• 1982 — Hansel and Gretel 

• 1984 — Frankenweenie

• 1988 — Beetlejuice

• 1990 — Edward Scissorhands 

                                                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                                                          16

 

 

 

• 1990 — Beetlejuice: The Animated Series 

• 1993 — The Nightmare Before Christmas 

• 2000 — The World of Stainboy

• 2000 — Lost in Oz 

• 2005 — Corpse Bride 

• 2012 — Frankenweenie

Producer:

• 1979 — Stalk of the Celery 

• 1982 — Luau — продюсер

• 1990 — Edward Scissorhands

• 1990 — Beetlejuice: The Animated Series 

• 1992 — Family Dog 

• 1992 — Batman Returns 

• 1993 — The Nightmare Before Christmas 

• 1994 — Ed Wood 

• 1994 — Cabin Boy 

• 1995 — Batman Forever 

• 1996 — Mars Attacks! 

• 1996 — James and the Giant Peach ! 

• 2000 — The World of Stainboy 

• 2000 — Lost in Oz 

                                                                                                                                                              17

 

 

 

• 2005 — Corpse Bride 

• 2009 — 9 /9 

• 2010 — Alice in Wonderland 

• 2012 — Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter 

• 2012 — Frankenweenie 

Writer:

• 1987 — The Nightmare Before Christmas

• 1997 — The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                     

                                                                                      18

 

 

 

 

 

4.2 Poetry

Stick Boy and Match Girl in Love.

Stick Boy liked Match Girl, 
He liked her a lot. 
He liked her cute figure, 
he thought she was hot.

But could a flame ever burn 
for a match and a stick? 
It did quite literally; 
he burned up quick.

 

Voodoo Girl.

 

Her skin is white cloth, 
and she's all sewn apart 
and she has many colored pins 
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies 
who are deeply in her trance. 
She even has a zombie 
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her, 
a curse she cannot win. 
For if someone gets 
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                    19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robot Boy.

 

Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life. 
They were a normal, happy husband and wife. 
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad. 
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom 
which would make him the dad! 
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy. 
It wasn't human at all, 
it was a robot boy! 
He wasn't warm and cuddly 
and he didn't have skin. 
Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin. 
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head. 
He just lay there and stared, 
not living or dead.

The only time he seemed alive at all 
was with a long extension cord 
plugged into the wall.

Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, 
"What have you done to my boy? 
He's not flesh and blood, 
he's aluminum alloy!"

The doctor said gently, 
"What I'm going to say 
will sound pretty wild. 
But you're not the father  
of this strange looking child. 
You see, there still is some question 
about the child's gender, 
but we think that its father 
is a microwave blender."

 

                                                                                                                               20

 

 

 

The Smith's lives were now filled 
with misery and strife. 
Mrs. Smith hated her husband, 
and he hated his wife. 
He never forgave her unholy alliance: 
a sexual encounter 
with a kitchen appliance.

And Robot Boy 
grew to be a young man.

Though he was often mistaken 
for a garbage can.

 

Staring Girl.

I once knew a girl 
who would just stand there and stare. 
At anyone or anything, 
she seemed not to care.

She'd stare at the ground,

She'd stare at the sky.

She'd stare at you for hours, 
and you'd never know why.

But after winning the local staring contest,

she finally gave her eyes 
a well-deserved rest.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                    21

 

 

 

 

The Girl with many Eyes.

One day in the park 
I had quite a surprise. 
I met a girl 
who had many eyes.

She was really quite pretty 
(and also quite shocking!) 
and I noticed she had a mouth, 
so we ended up talking.

We talked about flowers, 
and her poetry classes, 
and the problems she'd have 
if she ever wore glasses.

It's great to now a girl 
who has so many eyes, 
but you really get wet 
when she breaks down and cries.

Stain Boy. 

Of all the super heroes, 
the strangest one by far, 
doesn't have a special power, 
or drive a fancy car.

next to Superman and batman, I guess he must seem tame. 
But to me he is quite special, 
and Stain Boy is his name.

He can't fly around tall buildings, 
or outrun a speeding train, 
the only talent he seems to have 
is to leave a nasty stain.

Sometimes I know it bothers him, 
that he can't run or swim or fly, 
and because of this one ability, 
his dry cleaning bill is sky-high.

                                                                                                                                  22

 

 

Original poem “Nightmare before Christmas”

 It was late one fall in Halloweenland, and the air had quite a chill.  
Against the moon a skeleton sat, alone upon a hill.  
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie; 
Jack Skellington was his name.  
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland--  
Everything was always the same.

"I'm sick of the scaring, the terror, the fright. 
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night. 
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances, 
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances." 
I don't like graveyards, and I need something new. 
There must be more to life than just yelling, 'Boo!'"

Then out from a grave, with a curl and a twist,  
Came a whimpering, whining, spectral mist. 
It was a little ghost dog, with a faint little bark, 
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark. 
It was Jack's dog, Zero, the best friend he had, 
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad.

All that night and through the next day, 
Jack wandered and walked. He was filled with dismay. 
Then deep in the forest, just before night, 
Jack came upon an amazing sight. 
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood 
Were three massive doorways carved in wood. 
He stood before them, completely in awe, 
His gaze transfixed by one special door. 
Entranced and excited, with a slight sense of worry, 
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry.  
Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down 
 
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town!

Immersed in the light, Jack was no longer haunted. 
He had finally found the feeling he wanted. 
And so that his friends wouldn't think him a liar, 
He took the present-filled stockings that hung by the fire. 
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves 
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves. 
He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree, 
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter C.

He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed. 
He even picked up a handful of snow.

 

                                                                                                                                   23

 

 

 

 

 

 

He grabbed it all, and without being seen  
He took it all back to Halloween.

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers 
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenirs. 
For this wondrous vision none were prepared. 
Most were excited, though a few were quite scared!

For the next few days, while it lightninged and thundered, 
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered. 
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer 
While we stalk the graveyards, spreading panic and fear? 
Well, I could be Santa, and I could spread cheer! 
Why does he get to do it year after year?" 
Outraged by injustice, Jack thought and he thought. 
Then he got an idea. "Yes. . .yes. . .why not!"

In Christmas Town, Santa was making some toys 
When through the din he heard a soft noise. 
He answered the door, and to his surprise,  
He saw weird little creatures in strange disguise. 
They were altogether ugly and rather petite. 
As they opened their sacks, they yelled, "Trick or treat!" 
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack 
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack.  
In Halloween everyone gathered once more, 
For they'd never seen a Santa before

And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man, 
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan: 
"My dear Mr. Claus, I think it's a crime 
That you've got to be Santa all of the time! 
But now I will give presents, and I will spread cheer. 
We're changing places--I'm Santa this year. 
It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you! 
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell, 'Boo!' 
And please, Mr. Claus, don't think ill of my plan. 
For I'll do the best Santa job that I can."

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job, 
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre

They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day 
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh, 
But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin, 
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in.

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                    24

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jack said, "We can't leave; this fog's just too think. 
There will be no Christmas, and I can't be St. Nick." 
Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog. 
What could it be?. . .It was Zero, Jack's dog!

Jack said, "Zero, with your nose so bright, 
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream, 
So he joyously flew to the head of the team. 
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight, 
Jack cackled, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" 
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, and all though the house, 
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse. 
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care, 
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare! 
The children, all nestled so snug in their beds,  
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads. 
The moon that hung over the new-fallen snow 
Cast an eerie pall over the city below, 
And Santa Claus's laughter now sounded like groans, 
And the jingling bells like chattering bones. 
And what to their wondering eyes should appear, 
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer. 
And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick 
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick! 
From house to house, with a true sense of joy, 
Jack happily issued each present and toy. 
From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped, 
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt! 
Unaware that the world was in panic and fear, 
Jack merrily spread his own brand of cheer. 
He visited the house of Susie and Dave; 
They got a Gumby and Pokey from the grave. 
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman; 
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon.

A monstrous train with tentacle tracks, 
A ghoulish puppet wielding an ax,

A man-eating plant disguised as a wreath, 
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth.

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it, 
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit! 
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights 
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light. 
"Why, they're celebrating, it looks like such fun! 

 

                                                                                                                                    25

 

 

 

 

 

They're thanking me for the good job that I've done." 
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill 
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill. 
Then amidst the barrage of artillery fire, 
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher. 
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle, 
Until they were hit by a well-guided missile. 
And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight, 
Was heard, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross, 
And from there he reviewed his incredible loss. 
"I thought I could be Santa, I had such belief. . ." 
Jack was confused and filled with great grief. 
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky, 
Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry. 
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground, 
They suddenly heard a familiar sound. . . .

"My dear Jack," said Santa, "I applaud your intent. 
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant. 
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue, 
But taking over Christmas was the wrong thing to do. 
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you. 
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say, 
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day.  
Then he jumped in his sleigh, and with a wink of an eye,  
He said, "Merry Christmas," and he bid them good-bye. 
Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,  
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                 26

 

 

 

 

 

 

Vincet

Vincent Malloy is seven years old 
He’s always polite and does what he’s told 
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice 
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

 
He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats 
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats 
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented 
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

 
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him 
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum

 
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie 
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie 
So he and his horrible zombie dog 
Could go searching for victims in the London fog

 
His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes 
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times 
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go! 
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe

 
One night, while reading a gruesome tale 
He read a passage that made him turn pale

 
Such horrible news he could not survive 
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive! 
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead 
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed

 
His mother sent Vincent off to his room 
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom 
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life 
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

 
While alone and insane encased in his tomb 
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room 
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play 
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                  27

 

 

 

 

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak 
The years of isolation had made him quite weak 
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen: 
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again” 
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead 
These games that you play are all in your head 
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy 
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy 
You’re seven years old and you are my son 
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.”

 
Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall 
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall 
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak 
His horrid insanity had reached its peak

 
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave 
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave 
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands 
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands

 
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams 
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams! 
To escape the madness, he reached for the door 
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

 
His voice was soft and very slow 
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:

 

“and my soul from out that shadow

That lies floating on the floor

shall be lifted?

nevermore…”

 

 

5. References

 

Journals “Speak English”. Authors Bob Marsden and Michael Hinton.

 

http://www.timburtoncollective.com/vincent.html

http://www.angelfire.com/biz2/nightmare1/nmbc.html

http://homepage.eircom.net/~sebulbac/burton/home.html