Today is the 123rd birthday of His Macabre Grace Howard Phillips Lovecraft, as if this blog needed a special reason to mark his birthday anyway…
So tonight, I will drink a glass of mead, pretend it is space mead (although this is actually an invention by Derleth) and begin a futile wait for a Byakhee to come and pick me up.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Lovecraft!
And this is an excerpt of Lovecraft’s poem Nemesis, beautifully dark and full of hopelessness and very fitting to his stance towards life in general:
Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,
I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,
I have sounded all things with my sight;
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
I have whirl’d with the earth at the dawning,
When the sky was a vaporous flame;
I have seen the dark universe yawning,
Where the black planets roll without aim;
Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.