Happy Birthday, Howard
Aug. 20th, 2010 04:12 pmToday is H.P. Lovecraft's 120th birthday.
In honor of this, I give you an interview with him:
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A link to his complete works:
http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary/lovecraft/index.html
I suggest "Pickman's Model" and "The Shadow Over Innsmouth." (The Picture in the House follows the latter well)
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One of his poems that has haunted me since childhood:
XII. The Howler
(first pub. Driftwind, 7, no. 3 (November 1932), 100.)
They told me not to take the Briggs' Hill path
That used to be the highroad through to Zoar,
For Goody Watkins, hanged in seventeen-four,
Had left a certain monstrous aftermath.
Yet when I disobeyed, and had in view
The vine-hung cottage by the great rock slope,
I could not think of elms or hempen rope,
But wondered why the house still seemed so new.
...
Stopping a while to watch the fading day,
I heard faint howls, as from a room upstairs,
When through the ivied panes one sunset ray
Struck in, and caught the howler unawares.
I glimpsed - and ran in frenzy from the place,
And from a four-pawed thing with human face.
~
And if you leave a comment, I will send you a copy of my Lovecraft Pastiche, Miskatonic Mistletoe, in which three werewolves and a half-elf save the world.
In honor of this, I give you an interview with him:
~
A link to his complete works:
http://www.dagonbytes.com/thelibrary/lovecraft/index.html
I suggest "Pickman's Model" and "The Shadow Over Innsmouth." (The Picture in the House follows the latter well)
~
One of his poems that has haunted me since childhood:
XII. The Howler
(first pub. Driftwind, 7, no. 3 (November 1932), 100.)
They told me not to take the Briggs' Hill path
That used to be the highroad through to Zoar,
For Goody Watkins, hanged in seventeen-four,
Had left a certain monstrous aftermath.
Yet when I disobeyed, and had in view
The vine-hung cottage by the great rock slope,
I could not think of elms or hempen rope,
But wondered why the house still seemed so new.
...
Stopping a while to watch the fading day,
I heard faint howls, as from a room upstairs,
When through the ivied panes one sunset ray
Struck in, and caught the howler unawares.
I glimpsed - and ran in frenzy from the place,
And from a four-pawed thing with human face.
~
And if you leave a comment, I will send you a copy of my Lovecraft Pastiche, Miskatonic Mistletoe, in which three werewolves and a half-elf save the world.
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