Taking lines from H. P. Lovecraft’s Fungi from Yuggoth sequence, I put them through The Interactive Haiku Generator. I then took the mangled results, and macheted them into a variety of haiku forms (See 65 Haiku Rules).
Beneath blackened boughs reeking quays – the peals gathered
great wailing branches
Miskatonic University’s Historical Society has announced that The Clark Ashton Derlilyth House restoration has been restarted. The most recent construction supervisor, Azorthoth E. Waite, has materialized outside the structure, now that the portal has been appropriately stabilized.
It's a mid-week special on Deep Cuts in a Lovecraftian Vein with "Deeper Cut: Weird Tales, Birth Control, and the Mysterious Dr. Fouts" - a deep dive into advertising, Comstock laws, and the grim consequences of mail-order sex education.
Virgil Finlay illustrating ‘The Bird of Time’ by Wallace West from Thrilling Wonder Stories, October 1952. It was incorporated with three other stories into a fix-up novel by the same name and published by Gnome Press in 1959. #FinlayFriday
Every now and then someone will toot a comment comparing #Dgar with a famous artist or band, and those comparisons are drawn across a wide spectrum of different genres. It’s always nice to be likened to someone who has made a name for themselves in music. I usually read such a comment, quietly beam to myself for the compliment, toot a “thank you” to let them know I appreciate the sentiment, and then continue on in a much better mood. It’s always nice to hear from people who have listened to my songs, to know what they think about the music, or how they interpret lyrics, or just their favourite bit. It’s humbling, because I didn’t make them for anyone but myself, just playing with music. Making the songs that I want to hear. Well, there’s a couple I made for other people, but they were specific people, not like, everyone. And the rest I wrote for my own amusement. So it’s really cool that so many people, like you, like #DgarMusic. And while I do draw inspiration from some of the great musicians that I have been compared to…(Dgar continues to ramble incoherently for a further half an hour. You pick out bits here and there but conclude that they’re basically just repeating themselves. You feign interest and nod as their eyes glass over and they stare into the middle space.
Suddenly you jolt awake. Morning light streams into the room through the window where the curtains were abruptly drawn, causing your eyes to hurt. You look away, raising your hand. You become aware of a blanket around your shoulders as you begin to focus. Dgar is holding a warm beverage out towards you. You take a breath through your nose.)
Morning, sleepy head!
(You take a sip. Mmm. Exactly what you need)
Hey! Can you believe someone compared me to Ween? People compare me to people all the time. It doesn’t bother me. I thank em. I move on. But for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about Ween! Y’know what I know about Ween? Nothing!! Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. There was a song about Pushin Daisies Up that was huge in Australia in the 90’s. That’s it!! I can’t name another single Ween song!!
(The blanket and warm beverage is good right now, Dgar seems to be a little bit crazy)
You wanna know what I’ve been doing? I’ve been listening to Ween! I go and find their first album and I play it! I PLAY IT!!!! GodWeenSatan: The Oneness, song one “You F****d Up”. Yes! Song two “Tick”. I stop the album there so I can pick my jaw off the floor. Where the fuck have Gene and Dean Ween been all my life? Right. Listen I’m one album in. I’m gonna binge this shit. You gotta go.
(Dgar takes the empty, still warm mug from your fingers, crouches in front of you, momentarily making eye contact, smiles, and snaps their fingers)
-SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES by Ray Bradbury because I've wanted it ever since they released it and I actually don't own this book in any other form- which is INSANE to me, considering it's one of my all-time favorites
-The "new" WEIRD TALES antho. It's mostly stories I already own but I couldn't pass up the chance to have them all in such a cool looking volume
Virgil Finlay illustrating ‘And Not In Peace’ by A. Bertram Chandler writing as George Whitley from Famous Fantastic Mysteries, December 1946. #FinlayFriday
As the 14th of February approaches, it seems a good time for Virgil Finlay’s illustrations for ‘The Lovers’ by Philip José Farmer, a novella published in the 8/1952 issue of 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 after rejections from 𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 and 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒚. Later expanded, it received an honorable mention at the 1962 Hugo Awards for Best Novel. #FinlayFriday
Odd name for a superhero. Virgil Finlay cover painting of 'Minimum Man or Time to Be Gone' by Andrew Marvell from Famous Fantastic Mysteries, August 1947. #FinlayFriday
Every morning I sing of Iskorahk Gisorie, the drunkards sit in heavy loads, but the river is waiting for me ~ And on the wedding day, Kramga't Gahoh'k, I forget no prayer - keep away from the children I will destroy my enemies with the blind snake.
Avoid the
misleading,
weapons and
everything that is small -
the orchid sighs
secrets are revealed
the blister bulges
stars rain down swans moan – sadness
mud-broken wheel spokes
#MisterCarcosa, much like the #SlenderMan, is an emergent folklore phantasm. Supposed encounters and rumours play a part in building up the narrative structure that supports and forms the creature. Initially, the sinister figure, had no name/identification. Depending on the accounts, his appearance varies from the typical #MenInBlack to Tall-man ~ Slender Man physique and garments. A few accounts, report Mister Carcosa struggling to hold on to his form, and hurrying off. Sightings of large owl like creatures (similar to #TheMothman) flying near where Carcosa had appeared were reported.
Be aware that MAGA Bucks have been seen on campus, they are worthless tender, except in the most foul nether regions of The Dank Dimension of Misinformation and The Cursedly Confused. You couldn’t buy your way out of the deepest holes of Tartarus, let alone purchase New York City real estate. An #Engoran Exorcism Ritual to expel all MAGA Bucks and those intentionally spreading them will commence at Midnight.
#JosephPayneBrennan (December 20, 1918 – January 28, 1990) was an American writer of fantasy and horror fiction, and also a poet. Of Irish ancestry, he was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut and he lived most of his life in New Haven, Connecticut, and worked as an Acquisitions Assistant at the Sterling Memorial Library of Yale University for over 40 years.
Brennan published several hundred short stories (estimates range between four and five hundred), two novellas and reputedly thousands of poems.
His stories appeared in over 200 anthologies and have been translated into German, French, Dutch, Italian and Spanish.
He was an early bibliographer of the work of #HPLovecraft.
Contains:
“Daughter of Dark Desire”
“The Girl Who Painted Horror”
“The Bus Death Drove”
“From Time’s Black Vault”
“God of Evil Paradise”
“Hell’s Winter Carnival”