AAAAA A FISH!
*goes mad and dies*
AAAAA A FISH!
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Yeah I'm just gonna say my cat's name
Dude, what if an octopus-man was like... God.
You haven't read Lovecraft.
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On one local girl's memory of young Lovecraft
>"Howard used to go out into the fields in back of my home to study the stars. One early fall evening several of the children in the vicinity assembled to watch him from a distance. Feeling sorry for his loneliness I went up to him and asked him about his telescope and was permitted to look through it. But his language was so technical that I could not understand it and I returned to my group and left him to his lonely study of the heavens."
On Lovecraft's solitary youth
>"You will notice that I have made no reference to childish friends & playmates - I had none! The children I knew disliked me, & I disliked them. I was used to adult company & conversation, & despite the fact that I felt shamefully dull beside my elders, I had nothing in common with the infant train. Their romping & shouting puzzled me. I hated mere play & dancing about - in my relaxations I always desired *plot*"
On Lovecraft as a young hermit
>"Lovecraft was a bit more than a bit troubled. In 1908, at the age of 18, he was the victim of what we might describe as a "nervous breakdown", and sank into a lethargy that was to last for a dozen years. At the age when his old classmates, impatiently crossing the bridge of childhood, threw themselves into life like a marvelous adventure into the unknown, he cloistered himself in his home, did not speak to his mother, refused to get up all day, shuffling about in his dressing gown all night."
>cthulhu
On Lovecraft's new hobby
>"Lovecraft [...] was not actually doing much during this period aside from writing; but he had discovered one entertaining form of relaxation - moviegoing. [...] Lovecraft reports that the first cinema shows in Providence were in March 1906; and, even though he "knew too much of literature & drama not to recognize the utter & unrelieved hokum of the moving picture," he attended them anyway [...] One develops the idea that watching films may have occupied some, perhaps much, of the "blank" years of 1908 - 1913, as a letter of 1915 suggests: "As you may surmise, I am a devotee of the motion picture, since I can attend shows at any time, whereas my ill health seldom permits me to make definite engagements"
On Lovecraft losing interest in motion pictures
>"Save for a few Triangle, Pramount & Vitagraoh pictures, everything I have seen is absolute trash [...] I have yet to see a serial film worth the time wasted in looking at it - or dozing over it. The technique could be surpassed by most ten year old children." [...] With rare exceptions, Lovecraft did not care for the surprising number of films he saw in the course of his life."
On Lovecraft's own distinctive Cosmic perspective
>""I could not write about "ordinary people" because I am not in the least interested in them. Without interest there can be no art. Man's relations to man do not captivate my fancy. It is man's relation to the cosmos - to the unknown - which alone arouses in me the spark of creative imagination. The humanocentric pose is impossible to me, for I cannot acquire the primitive myopia which magnifies the earth and ignores the background."
cthulwho?
>blasphemous creature hailing from the forgotten prediluvian age where eldritch gods were worshiped by hyperboreans of earths forgotten fast, plant-like with a cone shaped bottom of cyclopean proportions, on its belly i saw a glimpse of a most blasphemous carving which would undoubtedly shake the foundations of my psyche if i were not guarded by a blessed ignorance
we get it dude your dick looked weird
post the part about how he gave up playing with the neighborhood kid and calling him a plebeian
Why are his stories so weird? Incomprehensible creatures, people going crazy, that Antarctica city story. What was he like?
I've read most of his work. Some of it is great, some of it is less so. Cthulu is part of that second group, and the people who obsess about it or write stories which are part of the "Cthulu mythos" are some of the most obnoxious faggots out. Cthulufags are genuinely worse than steampunk enthusiasts. Kill yourself
On Sonia's reaction to Lovecraft helping to edit and refine her short story
>"His continued enthusiasm the next day was so genuine and sincere that in appreciation I surprised and shocked him right then and there by kissing him. He was so flustered that he blushed, then he turned pale. When I chaffed him about it he said he had not been kissed since he was a very small child and that he was never kissed by any woman [...] and that he would probably never be kissed again. (But I fooled him)."
On a summary of Lovecraft's marriage
>"Here was a man with an unusually low sex rive, with a deep-seated love of his native region, with severe prejudice against racial minorities, suddenly deciding to marry a woman who, although several years older than he, clearly wished both a physical as well as intellectual union, and deciding to uproot himself from his place of birth to move into a bustling, cosmopolitan, racially heterogenous megalopolis without a job and, it appears, entirely content to be supported by his wife until such time as he got one."
On Lovecraft's sexual relations with his wife
>"We learn [...] that: first, he was a virgin at the time he married; second, prior to his marriage he had read several books on sex; and third, he never initiated sexual relations, but would respond when Sonia did so. [...] Sonia herself has only two comments on the matter. 'As a married man he was an adequately excellent lover, but refused to show his feelings in the presence of others. [...] One way of expression of H.P.'s sentiment was to wrap his "pinkey" finger around mine and say "Umph!""
he was the quintessential Yea Forums poster
fuck I hope nobody in Hollywood is reading this, or they WILL put this line in the movie. it'll be in the trailer.
he had tons of influences, our "boring" mythology(even the christian one) is filled with shit like this.
On young Lovecraft attempting to educate a young Swedish boy
>"I came a cross a superficially bright Swedish boy in the Public Library - he worked in the "stack" where the books are kept - and invited him to the house to broaden his mentality (I was fifteen and he was about the same, though he was smaller and seemed younger). I thought I had uncovered a mute inglorious Milton [...] and despite maternal protest entertained him frequently in my library. I believed in equality then, and reproved him when he called my mother "Ma'am" - I said that a future scientist should not talk like a servant! But ere long he uncovered qualities which did not appeal to me, and I was forced to abandon him to his plebeian fate."
On young Lovecraft's "tics"
>"Harry Brobst [...] spoke to a woman who had gone to high school with Lovecraft. "She described these terrible tics that he had - he'd be sitting in his seat and he'd suddenly up and jump - I think they referred to them as seizures. [...] oh, yes, she remembered him. I guess he scared the student body half to death."
On young Lovecraft learning about sexual intercourse
>"In the matter of the justly celebrated "facts of life" I didn't wait for oral information, but exhausted the entire subject in the medical section of the family library [...] when I was 8 years old - through Quain's Anatomy (fully illustrated & diagrammed), Dunglinson's Physiology. This was because of curiosity & perplexity concerning the strange reticence & embarassments of adult speech. & the oddly inexplicable allusions & situations in standard literature. The result was the very opposite of what parents generally fear - for instead of giving me an abnormal & precocious interest in sex [...] it virtual killed my interest in the subject. The whole matter was reduced to prosaic mechanism - a mechanism which I rather despised or at least thought non-glamorous because of its purely animal nature & separation from such things as intellect and beauty"
*blocks your path*
I WASN'T
ye its a shame when high functioning autists are caught up in classicism, racism etc and actually live in that artificial reality and let it influence their lives to that extent, lovecraft literally excluded anyone who wasn't from his exact background with the exception of his writer buddies.
On Lovecraft's dislike of Jews
>"A long letter in early January [1926] goes on at length about the fundamental inassimability of Jews in American life, maintaining that "vast harm is done by those idealists who encourage belief in a coalescence which never can be. [...] he went on to note that "On our side there is a shuddering physical repugnance to most Semitic types."
On Lovecraft and the Jewish domination in media
>"not a paper in New York dares to call its soul its own in dealing with the Jews [...] I do think that something ought to be done to free American expression from the control of any element which seeks to curtail it, distort it, or remodel it in any direction other than its natural course."
On Lovecraft's thoughts on the end of his marriage
>"Although he later maintained the charade that the collapse of the marriage was "98% financial," he plainly admitted that a fundamental difference in character caused the breakup [...] "With a wife of the same temperament as my mother and aunts, I would probably have been able to reconstruct a type of domestic life not unlike that of Angell St. days, even though I would have had a different status in the household hierarchy. [...] I've no fault to find with the institution, but think the chances of success for a strongly individualised, opinionated, and imaginative person are damn slender."
On Sonia's remarks about the end of her marriage
>""If the truth be known, it was this attitude towards minorities and his desire to escape them that promoted him back to Providence [...] I did not leave him on account of non-providence, but chiefly on account of his harping hatred of J--s. This and this alone was the real reason."
On Lovecraft's fear of racial contamination
>"the natural and just sentiment which keeps the African black from contaminating the Caucasian population of the United States. The negro is fundamentally the biological inferior of all White and even Mongolian races, and the Northern people must occasionally be reminded of the danger which they incur in admitting him too freely to the privileges of society and government."
On one correspondent's impressions upon visiting Lovecraft's apartment in Providence
>""He was a tall man, of sallow complexion, very animated [...] with dark, sparkling eyes. I don't know if this description makes much sense, but that was the impression he made - a very vital person. We were friends immediately. [...] when you went into the room that he occupied there were no windows - it was completely cut off, and he just lived by artificial light. [...] The room was very stuffy, very dusty (he wouldn't allow anybody to dust it, especially the books); his bedding was quite (I hate to say this) dirty [...] And he had nothing to eat excepting a piece of cheese."
On Lovecraft visiting a correspondent in Quebec
>"Early the following Tuesday morning, before I had gone to work, Howard arrived [...] I have never before nor since seen such a sight. Folds of skin hanging from a skeleton. Eyes sunk in sockets like burns holes in a blanket. Those delicate, sensitive artist's hands and fingers nothing but claws. The man was dead except for his nerves, on which he was functioning [...] I was scared."
jesus imagine being mentally castrated all your life because you read a page or two about the vagina.
>WHAT IF CTHULU WAS *record scratch*
>... an American???
On Lovecraft's advice on writing during his mid-30s
>""This, then, is the writer's fivefold problem: 1. To get the facts of life. 2. To think straight and tell the truth. 3. To cut out maudlin and extravagent emotion. 4. To cultivate an ear for strong, direct, harmonious, simple, and graphic language. 5. To write what one really sees and feels."
>"Writing after all is the essence of whatever is left in my life, and if the ability or opportunity for that goes, I have no further reason for - or mind to endure - the joke of existence."
On Lovecraft reconsidering his political allegiances in his 40s
>"In the summer of 1936 Lovecraft made an interesting admission: "I used to be a hide-bound Tory simply for traditional and antiquarian reasons - and because I had never done any real thinking on civics and industry and the future. The depression - and its concomitant publicisation of industrial, financial and governmental problems - jolted me out my lethargy and led me to reexamine the facts of history in the light of unsentimental scientific analysis; and it was not long before I realised what an ass I had been. The liberals at whom I used to laugh were the ones who were right [...] At last I began to recognise something of the way in which capitalism works - always piling up concentrated wealth and impoverishing the bulk of the population until the strain becomes so intolerable as to force artificial reform."
On Lovecraft's and the qualities of the ideal man
>"what I used to respect was not really aristocracy, but a set of personal qualities which aristocracy then developed better than any other system [...] a set of qualities, however, whose merit lay only in a psychology of non-calculative, non-competitive disinterestedness, truthfulness, courage, and generosity fostered by good education, minimum economic stress, and assumed position"
he had sex more than you incel
no proof that he did
On Lovecraft assessing the value of his life
>"Failure though I be, I shall reach a level with the greatest - and smallest - in the damp earth or on the final pyre. [...] Success is a relative thing [...] So I turned to observe other mediocre and handicapped persons about me, and found pleasure in increasing the happiness of those who could be helped by such encouraging words or critical services as I am capable of furnishing. That I have been able to cheer here and there an aged man, an infirm old lady, a dull youth, or a person deprived by circumstances of education, affords to me a sense of being not altogether useless, which almost forms a substitute for the real success I shall never know.
>Surely it is well that the happiness of the unfortunate be made as great as possible; and he who is kind, helpful, and patient with his fellow-sufferers, adds as truly to the world's combined fund of tranquility as he who, with greater endowments, promotes the birth of empires, or advances the knowledge of civilisation and mankind."
Be kind anons. Kindness is important.
>"Howard Phillips Lovecraft died early in the morning of March 15, 1937. He was pronounced dead at 7.15 A.M."
The final stanza's of Lovecraft's poem 'Despair'
>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.
where's the part talking about how good he was at cuddling?
Retarded reddit memes aside. It's kinda sad that most people only focus on the whole cosmic horror aspect when it's the more "mundane" Gothic horror mystery that is the nice part of his writing.
"Unimaginable horror" isn't all that scary from a literary perspective since its unimaginable. Lovecraft is at his best when he's basically Poe with a gimmick.
you mean a nigger
Already posted
>"It is worth pausing to ponder the sources for Lovecraft's attraction to Sonia. It seems facile to say that he was looking for a mother replacement; and yet, the emergence of Sonia into his life a mere six weeks after his mother's death is certainly a coincidence worth noting.
>"Sonia seems to have understood Lovecraft very well, his frigidity, his inhibition, his denial and his disgust for life. As for him, who considered himself an old man at thirty, one is still surprised that he could envisage union with this dynamic, vivacious creature. A divorced jewess, what’s more; which, for a conservative antisemite like him would seem to constitute an insurmountable obstacle. [...] But it is perhaps the most unlikely explanation that seems the best: Lovecraft really seems to have, in a certain manner, loved Sonia, as Sonia loved him.
>"Sonia writes: "I have nothing in life to attract me to Life and if I can help the good and beautiful soul of Howard Lovecraft find itself financially as it has found itself spiritually, morally and mentally, my efforts shall not have been in vain." [...] On March 3, at St Paul's Chapel at Broadway and Vesey Streets in lower Manhattan, H.P. Lovecraft had married Sonia Haft Greene."
On Lovecraft's revised notion of love
>""shunning a world which exhausted and disgusted me, and having no goal but a phial of cyanide when my money should give out. I had formerly meant to follow the later course, and was fully prepared to seek oblivion whenever cash should fail or sheer ennui grow too much for me; when suddenly, nearly three years ago, our benevolent angel S. H. G. stepped into my circle of consciousness and began to combat that idea with the opposite one of effort and the enjoyment of life through the rewards which effort will bring." [...] He does not say: "I love Sonia and Sonia loves me"; says that he and she need each other for "mental contentment and artistic and philosophical enjoyment.""
Say it..
you're right. There's two kinds of Lovecraft stories
>AAAAA A FISH!
>*goes mad and dies*
and
>AAAAA I JUST FOUND OUT AN ANCESTOR OF MINE IS A SUBHUMAN APE CREATURE OF SOME OTHER ALLEGORY FOR HP LOVECRAFT'S FEAR OF HAVING NIGGERS IN HIS ANCESTRY!
>*goes mad and dies*
So he was an incel at first
He had a wife.
DUDE THIS THING IS, LIKE, BEYOND OUR MORTAL UNDERSTANDING
WTF I'M INSANE NOW.
Also fuck niggers, fuck kikes, fuck hispanics, and italians.
Mr nigger pants lmao XD
lines that only Tom Cruise can deliver with a straight face
sounds #based
Sounds like a more reasonable Raimi, to be honest
GOOD MORNING MOTHER
HEARKEN NOW TO THE NAME WHICH I HAVE CHOSEN FOR MY CHARMING FELINE COMPANION
N
Thanks for the read
>On Lovecraft's sexual relations with his wife
>>"We learn [...] that: first, he was a virgin at the time he married; second, prior to his marriage he had read several books on sex; and third, he never initiated sexual relations, but would respond when Sonia did so. [...] Sonia herself has only two comments on the matter. 'As a married man he was an adequately excellent lover, but refused to show his feelings in the presence of others. [...] One way of expression of H.P.'s sentiment was to wrap his "pinkey" finger around mine and say "Umph!""
Imagine a woman loving you despite you being an autistic retard
Hehehehe........
There is more if you want. He truly was an user 100 years before this website.
she was a jew and was used to neurotic men who spent their entire lives reading schizo-babble.
based and lovecraftpilled
How do you meet one like her then?
in 2019? some orbiter discord.
*ahem*
UNFATHOMABLY DARK-COLORED INDIVIDUALS
SMELLING SO HORRIBLE, SPEAKING IN UNINTELLIGIBLE UTTERANCES
AH DARK CREATURES FROM BEYOND THE SUBURBS, HORRIBE AND TWISTED MANIFESTATIONS OF THE URBAN DEPTHS
WHAT HELLISH UNNATURAL FORCE RELEASED THY SOUNDCLOUDIAN WRATH UPON MY RUGGED SOUL
I took leave of my father's decrepit farmhouse in my modest Guatemalan automobile, making reasonable pace across a landscape bereft of anything resembling what I had come to know as modernity. I eventually reached the general store, a flimsy wooden structure that emitted a dark cloud of smoke from a narrow chimney. Two locals sat outside in the midday sun, accomplishing nothing and seemingly content in their doing so. Their bestial stupidity, likely the result of generations of inbreeding and race-mixing, was apparent in both their appearance and vocabulary.
My eyes were immediately drawn towards the words emblazoned above the door. These words perplexed me in such a manner that defy ordinary description. I shall not repeat them here, for I fear that anyone who stumbles upon this tome will meet the same fate as I should they read them.
I have not slept in weeks, as I have tried in increasing desperation to decipher the true meaning of that inscription. I fear that it is pointless. The fate of this city slicker is sealed.
One of my favourites is when they are chasing a giant invisible monster.
he was so right
>DUDE you like, can't even IMAGINE these colors LMAo
>The thing came abruptly and unannounced; a daemon, rat-like scurrying from pits remote and unimaginable, a hellish panting and stifled grunting, and then from that opening beneath the chimney a burst of multitudinous and leprous life—a loathsome night-spawned flood of organic corruption more devastatingly hideous than the blackest conjurations of mortal madness and morbidity. Seething, stewing, surging, bubbling like serpents’ slime it rolled up and out of that yawning hole, spreading like a septic contagion and streaming from the cellar at every point of egress—streaming out to scatter through the accursed midnight forests and strew fear, madness, and death.
imagine he wrote that after seeing some italian immigrant
This was in response to him learning there were colours on the spectrum that people couldn't see, right? I remember getting freaked out in like, third grade when I was told that all noises are just vibrations
why is there such a great wealth of knowledge about Lovecraft compared to other authors? Faulkner, Shakespeare, Milton, etc. Was Lovecraft just more interesting?
Pretty dam good for a seead
>I've read most of his work.
I was reading the comeplete collection on amazon reader and stupid amazon lost my place and since it all sort of bleeds together I have no idea where I was.
Based, I also do not associate with plebeians.
Pleb filtered
Well-documented. Lovecraft wrote many, many letters and received many in return. He was not at all popular during his lifetime but his writings survived.
>Shakespeare, Milton
dude they were born 300 years before Lovecraft
literally "fuck niggers" personified
I must be Lovecraft. We were born almost exactly 100 years apart as well
When, long ago, the gods created Earth
In Jove's fair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
Th'Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.
Okay was this too far?
Can you image what we will have with modern authors when their entire email history, Facebook history, cell phone location data, gets dumped?
Do you look like him? Are you a autist?
Emphatic and, dare I say it, claret-elixered.
Seeing how those people are known to behave - fuck no.
God, he must have been such an insufferable chap
Name a single thing in this picture
AHHHHHHHHH
*goes insane*
No, yes. But not enough of one to be successful
based
This is deep dream fuckery, isn't it?
>On Lovecraft and the Jewish domination in media
probably the last era america had a shot in taking a stand
Imagine being so autistic about jews and niggers that it ruins your fucking marriage. And then imagine coping with the divorce by saying "muh finances" over and over, Jesus Christ.
>at the age of 18, he was the victim of what we might describe as a "nervous breakdown", and sank into a lethargy that was to last for a dozen years. At the age when his old classmates, impatiently crossing the bridge of childhood, threw themselves into life like a marvelous adventure into the unknown, he cloistered himself in his home, did not speak to his mother, refused to get up all day, shuffling about in his dressing gown all night."
haha can you imagine
Someone post the "soundcloudian horrors" pasta
INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE
>everything I have seen is absolute trash [...] I have yet to see a serial film worth the time wasted in looking at it - or dozing over it. The technique could be surpassed by most ten year old children
in every age, in every place, The shitposts of men remain the same
bnrp'l
Why are people freaking out about this picture? Or is it some kind of a lovecraftian meme? Asking sincerely
Threadly reminder I
unfathomable...
That last poem is great
Try to identify a single object
cute
N-no
NOOOOOO
Nigga you can't even fathom the horror
>takes morphine and runs out a third story window
Holy shit, my father was a fish-nigger. That makes me a fish-nigger too!
ive never read any of his books
which is the best one according to Yea Forums? i would ask on Yea Forums but they're a bunch of pretentious cunts
>rats in the walls
>the colour out of space
>anything involving the dreamlands
>the colour out of space
AAAAA A COLOUR!
*goes mad and dies*
there are no books they're all short stories and you can get the wholde pdf online for free
white folded tea towels in a plastic bag near the centre
What an absolute mad lad
Colour Out of Space is my personal favorite. Very simple story about an alien invasion.
Based
Movie trailer opens up with...
>HE WAS THE FIRST /OURGUY/
But it wasn't a colour that made them mad.
It was the contaminated water.
And the fact they got their life drained out of them and they became horribly mutated.
Autistic rom com kino
>*goes mad and dies*
Many of his stories are written from a 1st person perspective. The narrator doesn't die in these stories because then how is he relating it to the reader?
>Call of Cthulu
>Shadow Over Innsmouth
>The Dunwich Horror
>Mountains of Madness
These are pretty much the must read stories to get the basic Cthulu Mythos. Lots of short stories, so you can dip in and out.
Avoid the Dreamland cycle until you've read a bit more, the tone is completely different and much more fantasy oriented.
reminder he was reincarnated as that weird guy with disabilities with the hot girlfriend on Youtube
no the narrator very much dies often or at least goes mad
the whole narration is based off a journal style most of the time
either the narrator reads a seperate source to us or they simply state their own experience and it ends with them disappearing or going bonkers
Way to be reductive. It wasn't the colour that made them mad it was how whatever alien material inside of it horribly mutated the heath.
Kek, yeah i guess that too.
Lovecraft has over 40 short stories.
Name 5 where the narrator goes mad or die.
mountains of madness
dunwhich horror
rats in the walls
color out of space
the temple
shadow over innsmouth