>I miss him bros
No one has even come close. His highfalutin gibbous moonery is a massive feature, not a bug, and it simply can't be replicated now without seeming ridiculous. It's the same why no has ever touched Tolkien; no one has his mastery of formal, quasi-biblical language. And if they did it would just seem pretentious today.
kek, I think removing the underline is good. But it lends itself to accusations of photoshop. Here's another alternative.
9 months ago
Anonymous
I assume most people here know Call of Cthulhu is a popular rpg. The utter homosexual jannies on /tg would ban anyone who posts this image INSTANTLY. They're absolutely as bad as anything on reddit and nearly as bad as rpg.net. I'm talking if you post it 100 replies deep in a thread, not as a new image.
i read his letters but never read his poetry. I bet it was something inspired by Lord Dunsany, his favourite author
9 months ago
Anonymous
Despair, by HP Lovecraft
O’er the midnight moorlands crying,
Thro’ the cypress forests sighing,
In the night-wind madly flying,
Hellish forms with streaming hair;
In the barren branches creaking,
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking,
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking;
Damn’d daemons of despair.
Once, I think I half remember,
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench’d my youth’s aspiring ember,
Liv’d there such a thing as bliss;
Skies that now are dark were beaming,
Gold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn’d it all was dreaming—
Deadly drowsiness of Dis.
But the stream of Time, swift flowing,
Brings the torment of half-knowing—
Dimly rushing, blindly going
Past the never-trodden lea;
And the voyager, repining,
Sees the wicked death-fires shining,
Hears the wicked petrel’s whining
As he helpless drifts to sea.
Evil wings in ether beating;
Vultures at the spirit eating;
Things unseen forever fleeting
Black against the leering sky.
Ghastly shades of bygone gladness,
Clawing fiends of future sadness,
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Ever on the soul to lie.
Thus the living, lone and sobbing,
In the throes of anguish throbbing,
With the loathsome Furies robbing
Night and noon of peace and rest.
But beyond the groans and grating
Of abhorrent Life, is waiting
Sweet Oblivion, culminating
All the years of fruitless quest.
What I like about HP Lovecraft is how his racism feels so natural and normal. It's not like todays transgressive edgy type of racism. It's more like an observation. "Hmm the people in this town look weird, they must be mixed". It just makes sense.
from his story "Herbert West" >The bout was fought by Kid O'Brien - a lumpy and now shivering young man with a decidedly un-Anglo-Saxon hook nose - and Buck Robinson "the smoke of Harlem". The Black was knocked out and didn't seem able to get up.he was a repulsive, gorilla-like fellow, with arms so long I couldn't help calling them forelegs, and a face that conjured up terrible secrets of the Congo and drumbeats under the moon.
We will never have descriptions like these,ever again. He was the true,disenchanted racist
Hya hya Chtuluh ftaghn! 🙂
Wasn’t it because he was extremely autistic and just scared of literally everyone not the same exact as him? “Hmmm this guy isn’t the same exact type of white as me. Terrifying!!”
Modern men call each other "crazy" and "schizo" or maybe say "take your meds" to someone who they dislike.
Lovecraft would have call them ugly or savage or impure. But why bother psychologizing your enemies? Just call them evil and move on.
Lovecraft was "old good new bad" and barely had any friends for the first two decades of his life. Literally autistic incel tier. He grew up eventually but died too soon for it to take visible effect.
Why do people meme on Lovecraft’s prose, calling it purple and convoluted when he himself called Henry James prose as pompous, and one of his main criticisms regarding Gothic fiction was with its writing style that he derided as being pompous/overwrought?
Because he was self aware about it, and also had a peculiar, personality. When he managed to overcome his literary deficencies he produced some masterpieces IMO
sterlizt stop posting gems
i guess you never piss
i don't he wasn't a good writer. come chimp at me you children
I think it's sad. There was a lot of potential in his books. He created very interesting worlds and then ... nothing.
and now the worlds he created will be ass raped by modern values and different writers
>I miss him bros
No one has even come close. His highfalutin gibbous moonery is a massive feature, not a bug, and it simply can't be replicated now without seeming ridiculous. It's the same why no has ever touched Tolkien; no one has his mastery of formal, quasi-biblical language. And if they did it would just seem pretentious today.
He would have been roiling more so becayse of the Elder Thing on top of her head, rather than the fact she's black.
>highfalutin gibbous moonery
I am gonna start using that anon thank you.
did she pee on his tombstone?
Ha, he still got her from the grave
Miracles do happen
ingreddible
baste and from beyondpilled
I fhtahgned
Spread it far and wide anons
Here's an alternate, more subtle, cut 😉
kek, I think removing the underline is good. But it lends itself to accusations of photoshop. Here's another alternative.
I assume most people here know Call of Cthulhu is a popular rpg. The utter homosexual jannies on /tg would ban anyone who posts this image INSTANTLY. They're absolutely as bad as anything on reddit and nearly as bad as rpg.net. I'm talking if you post it 100 replies deep in a thread, not as a new image.
Kek this one is superb.
CAS is better than Lovecraft.
Did you read his letters?
Yes I did. Why do you ask anon?
Because no one bothers to read his letters even though they are way more kino than his stories.
Yes they are very good. I really enjoyed them.
i read his letters but never read his poetry. I bet it was something inspired by Lord Dunsany, his favourite author
Despair, by HP Lovecraft
O’er the midnight moorlands crying,
Thro’ the cypress forests sighing,
In the night-wind madly flying,
Hellish forms with streaming hair;
In the barren branches creaking,
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking,
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking;
Damn’d daemons of despair.
Once, I think I half remember,
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench’d my youth’s aspiring ember,
Liv’d there such a thing as bliss;
Skies that now are dark were beaming,
Gold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn’d it all was dreaming—
Deadly drowsiness of Dis.
But the stream of Time, swift flowing,
Brings the torment of half-knowing—
Dimly rushing, blindly going
Past the never-trodden lea;
And the voyager, repining,
Sees the wicked death-fires shining,
Hears the wicked petrel’s whining
As he helpless drifts to sea.
Evil wings in ether beating;
Vultures at the spirit eating;
Things unseen forever fleeting
Black against the leering sky.
Ghastly shades of bygone gladness,
Clawing fiends of future sadness,
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Ever on the soul to lie.
Thus the living, lone and sobbing,
In the throes of anguish throbbing,
With the loathsome Furies robbing
Night and noon of peace and rest.
But beyond the groans and grating
Of abhorrent Life, is waiting
Sweet Oblivion, culminating
All the years of fruitless quest.
What I like about HP Lovecraft is how his racism feels so natural and normal. It's not like todays transgressive edgy type of racism. It's more like an observation. "Hmm the people in this town look weird, they must be mixed". It just makes sense.
Could this be the dawn of a new literary movement, racist naturalism?
from his story "Herbert West"
>The bout was fought by Kid O'Brien - a lumpy and now shivering young man with a decidedly un-Anglo-Saxon hook nose - and Buck Robinson "the smoke of Harlem". The Black was knocked out and didn't seem able to get up.he was a repulsive, gorilla-like fellow, with arms so long I couldn't help calling them forelegs, and a face that conjured up terrible secrets of the Congo and drumbeats under the moon.
We will never have descriptions like these,ever again. He was the true,disenchanted racist
Hya hya Chtuluh ftaghn! 🙂
>a face that conjured up terrible secrets of the Congo and drumbeats under the moon
Kek, what a description
Wasn’t it because he was extremely autistic and just scared of literally everyone not the same exact as him? “Hmmm this guy isn’t the same exact type of white as me. Terrifying!!”
Similarity breeds contempt. Racial uncanny valley
Modern men call each other "crazy" and "schizo" or maybe say "take your meds" to someone who they dislike.
Lovecraft would have call them ugly or savage or impure. But why bother psychologizing your enemies? Just call them evil and move on.
Lovecraft was "old good new bad" and barely had any friends for the first two decades of his life. Literally autistic incel tier. He grew up eventually but died too soon for it to take visible effect.
>Lovecraft got his first job through being an effort posting shitposter
Man I wish the literary world was still as wild and vigorous as it was back then.
Why do people meme on Lovecraft’s prose, calling it purple and convoluted when he himself called Henry James prose as pompous, and one of his main criticisms regarding Gothic fiction was with its writing style that he derided as being pompous/overwrought?
Because he was self aware about it, and also had a peculiar, personality. When he managed to overcome his literary deficencies he produced some masterpieces IMO
That dorag must REEK