Post by Madguten on Mar 14, 2008 18:10:03 GMT -6
[glow=red,2,300]Honoring a legend
Lovecraft[/glow][/b][/color]
From August 20-1890 to March 15 -1937
Today it is 71 (7+1=8)( 8=Infin) years ago that Howard Phillip Lovecraft passed away from this world at an age of 46 (4+6=10) (10=1). To honor Lovecraft i have decided to dedicate the next seven days in extra remembrance of Lovecraft, his life, his dreams and his stories. I will try to cover some of the less uncovered stuff about Lovecraft. Lovecraft was a dreamer. He saw the invisible that is all around us. And he certainly knew of the terrible secrets about mans place in the universe. He coped with existence partially through his written stories and his letters (and lots of icecream as far as i've heard ;D). But Lovecraft's own story is not one of easy obtained success and happiness. Lovecraft was never really acknowledged as a great writer while he was alive (as it is with many). Nearly all of his works were not published until after his death. The jobs he held while alive were few and short and his love life was a little troubled. He was a bit of a private person. Actually, had it not been for Lovecraft friends, we would probably never had heard about him. Today he is (rightfully) honored as one of the best writers to ever bless the horror literature genre with his poetic observance. As soon as his literature hit the broad audience it was embraced by the public. His books have been translated to many, many languages. And he is today being enjoyed worldwide by many, many people. His writings have taken on a life of their own
To honor Lovecraft i began by reading a story by him that i had never read before. The myth of Iram along with a dream is said to have inspired him to write the story "The Nameless City". It is the first time Lovecraft wrote about Abdul Alhazred, the Arabic persona, who is said to have written down the Necronomicon.
From "The Nameless City"
by H.P. Lovecraft
Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages. It must have been thus before the first stones of Memphis were laid, and while the bricks of Babylon were yet unbaked. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to recall that it was ever alive; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and muttered about by grandams in the tents of sheiks so that all the tribes shun it without wholly knowing why. It was of this place that Abdul Alhazred the mad poet dreamed of the night before he sang his unexplained couplet:
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
And here is the whole story:
en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Nameless_City
I will try to celebrate Lovecraft this week in form of posts related to him. Thamiel's Lovecraftian gods topic couldnt have come at a better time. I will try to cover some sides of Lovecraft that are usually overlooked.
[glow=red,2,300]
Ia! Lovecraft!
Ia! Venger Satanis!
Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn![/glow]
Lovecraft[/glow][/b][/color]
From August 20-1890 to March 15 -1937
Today it is 71 (7+1=8)( 8=Infin) years ago that Howard Phillip Lovecraft passed away from this world at an age of 46 (4+6=10) (10=1). To honor Lovecraft i have decided to dedicate the next seven days in extra remembrance of Lovecraft, his life, his dreams and his stories. I will try to cover some of the less uncovered stuff about Lovecraft. Lovecraft was a dreamer. He saw the invisible that is all around us. And he certainly knew of the terrible secrets about mans place in the universe. He coped with existence partially through his written stories and his letters (and lots of icecream as far as i've heard ;D). But Lovecraft's own story is not one of easy obtained success and happiness. Lovecraft was never really acknowledged as a great writer while he was alive (as it is with many). Nearly all of his works were not published until after his death. The jobs he held while alive were few and short and his love life was a little troubled. He was a bit of a private person. Actually, had it not been for Lovecraft friends, we would probably never had heard about him. Today he is (rightfully) honored as one of the best writers to ever bless the horror literature genre with his poetic observance. As soon as his literature hit the broad audience it was embraced by the public. His books have been translated to many, many languages. And he is today being enjoyed worldwide by many, many people. His writings have taken on a life of their own
To honor Lovecraft i began by reading a story by him that i had never read before. The myth of Iram along with a dream is said to have inspired him to write the story "The Nameless City". It is the first time Lovecraft wrote about Abdul Alhazred, the Arabic persona, who is said to have written down the Necronomicon.
From "The Nameless City"
by H.P. Lovecraft
Remote in the desert of Araby lies the nameless city, crumbling and inarticulate, its low walls nearly hidden by the sands of uncounted ages. It must have been thus before the first stones of Memphis were laid, and while the bricks of Babylon were yet unbaked. There is no legend so old as to give it a name, or to recall that it was ever alive; but it is told of in whispers around campfires and muttered about by grandams in the tents of sheiks so that all the tribes shun it without wholly knowing why. It was of this place that Abdul Alhazred the mad poet dreamed of the night before he sang his unexplained couplet:
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
And here is the whole story:
en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Nameless_City
I will try to celebrate Lovecraft this week in form of posts related to him. Thamiel's Lovecraftian gods topic couldnt have come at a better time. I will try to cover some sides of Lovecraft that are usually overlooked.
[glow=red,2,300]
Ia! Lovecraft!
Ia! Venger Satanis!
Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn![/glow]