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H.P. Lovecraft
5,476?books18.5k?followersHoward Phillips Lovecraft, of Providence, Rhode Island, was an American author of horror, fantasy and science fiction.
Lovecraft's major inspiration and invention was cosmic horror: life is incomprehensible to human minds and the universe is fundamentally alien. Those who genuinely reason, like his protagonists, gamble with sanity. Lovecraft has developed a cult following for his Cthulhu Mythos, a series of loosely interconnected fictions featuring a pantheon of human-nullifying entities, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire of magical rites and forbidden lore. His works were deeply pessimistic and cynical, challenging the values of the Enlightenment, Romanticism and Christianity. Lovecraft's protagonists usually achieve the mirror-opposite of traditional gnosis and mysticism by momentarily glimpsing the horror of ultimate reality.
Although Lovecraft's readership was limited during his life, his reputation has grown over the decades. He is now commonly regarded as one of the most influential horror writers of the 20th Century, exerting widespread and indirect influence, and frequently compared to Edgar Allan Poe.
See also Howard Phillips Lovecraft.
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Lovecraft's major inspiration and invention was cosmic horror: life is incomprehensible to human minds and the universe is fundamentally alien. Those who genuinely reason, like his protagonists, gamble with sanity. Lovecraft has developed a cult following for his Cthulhu Mythos, a series of loosely interconnected fictions featuring a pantheon of human-nullifying entities, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire of magical rites and forbidden lore. His works were deeply pessimistic and cynical, challenging the values of the Enlightenment, Romanticism and Christianity. Lovecraft's protagonists usually achieve the mirror-opposite of traditional gnosis and mysticism by momentarily glimpsing the horror of ultimate reality.
Although Lovecraft's readership was limited during his life, his reputation has grown over the decades. He is now commonly regarded as one of the most influential horror writers of the 20th Century, exerting widespread and indirect influence, and frequently compared to Edgar Allan Poe.
See also Howard Phillips Lovecraft.
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October 5, 2019
Poemario que se complementa con la narrativa de HP Lovecraft y su horror c¨®smico. Considero este ejemplar un elemento esencial para completar los relatos escritos por el autor. No solo son una belleza oscura, sino que profundiza en cuestiones ya conocidas del autor, y las extiende mucho m¨¢s.
En mi videorese?a le¨ª mis favoritos:
En mi videorese?a le¨ª mis favoritos:
January 18, 2020
Reading Road Trip 2020
Current location: Rhode Island
Once, when I was about nine, my family and I went to visit some relatives in a very uninviting space. When our hostess excused herself to go get some sodas for us kids, my mother leaned in close and whispered to us, ¡°It's always good manners to compliment something in your host's home.¡± My kid brother quickly dashed out the front door in his discomfort, but my sister and I, the good girls, remained pinned to the couch in terror, making desperate visual scans of our surroundings, wondering what on earth we would say.
When our hostess returned, I remained silent, but my older sister bravely ventured, ¡°I like that ashtray on that table.¡±
We all sat in a mortified silence after that.
Rhode Island: I do not wish to insult your people or your place; I'm sure you're a beautiful state. I only apologize for picking two of the worst books to represent you. It's not your fault.
I made a wrong turn when I chose one of Jhumpa Lahiri's lesser known novels, The Lowland, solely because of its partial setting in Rhode Island, and then I ventured onto the Road to Nowhere when I hastily chose a collection of Lovecraft's poetry, to fill in the gap.
A literary critic named Winfield Townley Scott once described Lovecraft's poetry (admittedly, not the genre he was famous for), as being ¡°eighteenth-century rubbish¡± (the main joke here being that it was written in the twentieth century).
And, unfortunately, Mr. Scott and I are on the same page. After about five poems, I was ready to wrap my mouth around the exhaust pipe of my car.
I have not read any of H.P. Lovecraft's far more famous prose, but I will someday, and I will also give Ms. Lahiri another try with her more popular The Namesake, but, for now, Rhode Island, here's my version of ¡°I like that ashtray on that table.¡±
¡°Providence,¡± by H.P. Lovecraft:
Where bay and river tranquil blend,
And leafy hillsides rise,
The spires of Providence ascend
Against the ancient skies.
And in the narrow winding ways
That climb o¡¯er slope and crest,
The magic of forgotten days
May still be found to rest.
A fanlight¡¯s gleam, a knocker¡¯s blow,
A glimpse of Georgian brick¡ª
The sights and sounds of long ago
Where fancies cluster thick.
A flight of steps with iron rail,
A belfry looming tall,
A slender steeple, carv¡¯d and pale,
A moss-grown garden wall.
A hidden churchyard¡¯s crumbling proofs
Of man¡¯s mortality,
A rotting wharf where gambrel roofs
Keep watch above the sea.
Square and parade, whose walls have tower¡¯d
Full fifteen decades long
By cobbled ways ¡¯mid trees embower¡¯d,
And slighted by the throng.
Stone bridges spanning languid streams,
Houses perch¡¯d on the hill,
And courts where mysteries and dreams
The brooding spirit fill.
Steep alley steps by vines conceal¡¯d,
Where small-pan¡¯d windows glow
At twilight on a bit of field
That chance has left below.
My Providence! What airy hosts
Turn still thy gilded vanes;
What winds of elf that with grey ghosts
People thine ancient lanes!
The chimes of evening as of old
Above thy valleys sound,
While thy stern fathers ¡¯neath the mould
Make blest thy sacred ground.
Current location: Rhode Island
Once, when I was about nine, my family and I went to visit some relatives in a very uninviting space. When our hostess excused herself to go get some sodas for us kids, my mother leaned in close and whispered to us, ¡°It's always good manners to compliment something in your host's home.¡± My kid brother quickly dashed out the front door in his discomfort, but my sister and I, the good girls, remained pinned to the couch in terror, making desperate visual scans of our surroundings, wondering what on earth we would say.
When our hostess returned, I remained silent, but my older sister bravely ventured, ¡°I like that ashtray on that table.¡±
We all sat in a mortified silence after that.
Rhode Island: I do not wish to insult your people or your place; I'm sure you're a beautiful state. I only apologize for picking two of the worst books to represent you. It's not your fault.
I made a wrong turn when I chose one of Jhumpa Lahiri's lesser known novels, The Lowland, solely because of its partial setting in Rhode Island, and then I ventured onto the Road to Nowhere when I hastily chose a collection of Lovecraft's poetry, to fill in the gap.
A literary critic named Winfield Townley Scott once described Lovecraft's poetry (admittedly, not the genre he was famous for), as being ¡°eighteenth-century rubbish¡± (the main joke here being that it was written in the twentieth century).
And, unfortunately, Mr. Scott and I are on the same page. After about five poems, I was ready to wrap my mouth around the exhaust pipe of my car.
I have not read any of H.P. Lovecraft's far more famous prose, but I will someday, and I will also give Ms. Lahiri another try with her more popular The Namesake, but, for now, Rhode Island, here's my version of ¡°I like that ashtray on that table.¡±
¡°Providence,¡± by H.P. Lovecraft:
Where bay and river tranquil blend,
And leafy hillsides rise,
The spires of Providence ascend
Against the ancient skies.
And in the narrow winding ways
That climb o¡¯er slope and crest,
The magic of forgotten days
May still be found to rest.
A fanlight¡¯s gleam, a knocker¡¯s blow,
A glimpse of Georgian brick¡ª
The sights and sounds of long ago
Where fancies cluster thick.
A flight of steps with iron rail,
A belfry looming tall,
A slender steeple, carv¡¯d and pale,
A moss-grown garden wall.
A hidden churchyard¡¯s crumbling proofs
Of man¡¯s mortality,
A rotting wharf where gambrel roofs
Keep watch above the sea.
Square and parade, whose walls have tower¡¯d
Full fifteen decades long
By cobbled ways ¡¯mid trees embower¡¯d,
And slighted by the throng.
Stone bridges spanning languid streams,
Houses perch¡¯d on the hill,
And courts where mysteries and dreams
The brooding spirit fill.
Steep alley steps by vines conceal¡¯d,
Where small-pan¡¯d windows glow
At twilight on a bit of field
That chance has left below.
My Providence! What airy hosts
Turn still thy gilded vanes;
What winds of elf that with grey ghosts
People thine ancient lanes!
The chimes of evening as of old
Above thy valleys sound,
While thy stern fathers ¡¯neath the mould
Make blest thy sacred ground.
October 29, 2021
I'm not sure how to rank this one. It's probably a must for Lovecraft fans and something to be avoided for fans of good modern poetry. I got my copy when I was young, a long time ago, and told everyone that I really liked it because I thought that was what I should say to appear cool. I read it again many years later and really did like most of it then. The first section of early poems is mostly comprised of what editor August Derleth in his introduction characterizes as "painfully dull" and includes a quote calling it "eighteenth-century rubbish." The later poems, notably Psychopompos and some of The Ancient Track (as well as the titular work), showcase some of his disturbing dreams and visions and fit comfortably with the Cthulhu Mythos, as well as his relationships with his Circle including Robert Bloch, Clark Ashton Smith, and Virgil Finlay. Some of his rhymes are ridiculous, some clever, and throughout he displays the arcane and eldritch vocabulary for which he is famous. My Ballantine edition has several very fitting interior illustrations by Frank Utpatel and a marvelously loony cover by Gervasio Gellardo.
April 12, 2020
Nemesis (1917) ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡ï¡ï
I have whir¡¯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;
I freaking loved this beer drinking bard¡¯s tall-tale of a poem. I can completely picture this being belted out at zero dark thirty in the Mos Eisley cantina.
The Ancient Track (1929) ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡ï¡î
That was the first poem I enjoyed reading since King & Poe. Written in iambic quadrameter this story is of a man who finds an ancient track. He waits until after dark to follow this trail up a hill near Dunwhich. When he reaches the peak and looks back he finds the world has dramatically changed.
Fungi From Yuggoth (1930) ¡ï¡ï¡ï?¡î
I shivered oddly in the cold, thin air,
And wondered where I was and how I came,
When a cloaked form against a campfire¡¯s glare,
Rose and approached, and called me by my name.
Staring at that dead face beneath the hood,
I ceased to hope - because I understood.
A collection of 36 sonnets some of which touch on his previous stories, worlds, and gods, while other stray to heartfelt topics. My favorites were XVII: A Memory and XXXII: Alienation.
Psychopompos (1918) ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡î¡î
A very strange offering for Lovecraft. More a Grimm¡¯s fairytale of God saving the bailiff and his wife from dark intentioned shape shifters.
The Nightmare Lake (1919) ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡î¡î
Early days of his ancient cities beneath the water.
Astrophobos (1917) ¡ï¡ï¡ï¡î¡î
Just ok.
Average 3.58 rounded up to four.
September 28, 2023
A pesar de que este g¨¦nero no me gusta mucho, este libro me ha gustado. Este es un libro que contiene 36 poemas, cada poema est¨¢ escrito tanto en ¾±²Ô²µ±ô¨¦²õ como en castellano.
Algunos tratan sobre el Necronomic¨®n, en otros se menciona Innsmouth, en resumidas cuentas, todos los poemas al igual que sus relatos tratan sobre el universo Lovecraft, y hago una aclaci¨®n para qui¨¦n no conozca al autor, los libros de Lovecraft tratan sobre terror c¨®smico.
Algunos tratan sobre el Necronomic¨®n, en otros se menciona Innsmouth, en resumidas cuentas, todos los poemas al igual que sus relatos tratan sobre el universo Lovecraft, y hago una aclaci¨®n para qui¨¦n no conozca al autor, los libros de Lovecraft tratan sobre terror c¨®smico.
February 19, 2025
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July 8, 2013
La noche del 16 de marzo de 1970, como homenaje al Maestro de Providence, 158 estudiantes y tres profesores leyeron a la luz de las antorchas 'Hongos de Yuggoth'. Y es que la obra de Lovecraft es y ser¨¢ intemporal. A pesar de que nunca lleg¨® a ser un escritor profesional (¨²nicamente vendi¨® uno de sus relatos), fueron muchos los escritores que le admiraron. Lovecraft fue una persona extra?a, mani¨¢tica, que sufr¨ªa constantes pesadillas, mis¨¢ntropo declarado. Pero esto no es relevante, porque lo m¨¢s importante son los relatos y poemas que nos dej¨®.
La lectura de 'Hongos de Yuggoth' sabe a poco. Uno est¨¢ acostumbrado a sumergirse de lleno en las atm¨®sferas creadas por Lovecraft, y sus poemas no logran trasladarte enteramente a esos ambientes. Pero esto no es ¨®bice para dejar de disfrutar con algunas de las escenas que nos pinta, como si de postales se tratase, y vislumbrar los mundos de pesadilla creados por HP.
El libro est¨¢ dividido en dos partes. La primera, 'Hongos de Yuggoth', se compone de 36 poemas, algunos de ellos con una trama en com¨²n, siendo todos muy cortos. La segunda parte, de nombre 'Poemas fant¨¢sticos', tiene 16 poemas independientes. La edici¨®n espa?ola es muy completa, ya que incluye tanto el poema original como su traducci¨®n, con lo que se pueden comparar ambas versiones. Recomendar¨ªa este libro sobre todo a los seguidores de la obra de Lovecraft, para poder profundizar en su mundo.
I. El libro.
El lugar era oscuro y polvoriento, un rinc¨®n perdido
en un laberinto de viejas callejuelas junto a los muelles,
que ol¨ªan a cosas extra?as tra¨ªdas de ultramar,
entre curiosos jirones de niebla que el viento del Oeste dispersaba.
Unos cristales romboidales, velados por el humo y la escarcha,
dejaban apenas ver los montones de libros, como ¨¢rboles retorcidos
pudri¨¦ndose del suelo al techo... ventisqueros
de un saber antiguo que se desmoronaba a precio de saldo.
Entr¨¦, hechizado, y de un mont¨®n cubierto de telara?as
cog¨ª el volumen m¨¢s a mano y lo hoje¨¦ al azar,
temblando al leer raras palabras que parec¨ªan guardar
alg¨²n secreto, monstruoso para quien lo descubriera.
Despu¨¦s buscando alg¨²n viejo vendedor taimado,
s¨®lo encontr¨¦ el eco de una risa.
La lectura de 'Hongos de Yuggoth' sabe a poco. Uno est¨¢ acostumbrado a sumergirse de lleno en las atm¨®sferas creadas por Lovecraft, y sus poemas no logran trasladarte enteramente a esos ambientes. Pero esto no es ¨®bice para dejar de disfrutar con algunas de las escenas que nos pinta, como si de postales se tratase, y vislumbrar los mundos de pesadilla creados por HP.
El libro est¨¢ dividido en dos partes. La primera, 'Hongos de Yuggoth', se compone de 36 poemas, algunos de ellos con una trama en com¨²n, siendo todos muy cortos. La segunda parte, de nombre 'Poemas fant¨¢sticos', tiene 16 poemas independientes. La edici¨®n espa?ola es muy completa, ya que incluye tanto el poema original como su traducci¨®n, con lo que se pueden comparar ambas versiones. Recomendar¨ªa este libro sobre todo a los seguidores de la obra de Lovecraft, para poder profundizar en su mundo.
I. El libro.
El lugar era oscuro y polvoriento, un rinc¨®n perdido
en un laberinto de viejas callejuelas junto a los muelles,
que ol¨ªan a cosas extra?as tra¨ªdas de ultramar,
entre curiosos jirones de niebla que el viento del Oeste dispersaba.
Unos cristales romboidales, velados por el humo y la escarcha,
dejaban apenas ver los montones de libros, como ¨¢rboles retorcidos
pudri¨¦ndose del suelo al techo... ventisqueros
de un saber antiguo que se desmoronaba a precio de saldo.
Entr¨¦, hechizado, y de un mont¨®n cubierto de telara?as
cog¨ª el volumen m¨¢s a mano y lo hoje¨¦ al azar,
temblando al leer raras palabras que parec¨ªan guardar
alg¨²n secreto, monstruoso para quien lo descubriera.
Despu¨¦s buscando alg¨²n viejo vendedor taimado,
s¨®lo encontr¨¦ el eco de una risa.
December 4, 2020
Skrz st¨ªny sn? pak kladou zlatou nit
st¨ªnov?ch figur a p?edzv¨§st¨ª hr?z,
ech z vn¨§j?¨ªch pr¨¢zdnot, je? taj¨ª r¨¦bus,
jej? nikdo z n¨¢s nen¨ª s to pochopit
Proste ten druh po¨¦zie, ktor¨² si ?kolopovinn¨¦ Vogon?at¨¢ s ob?ubou vyberaj¨² na intergalaktick¨¦ kolo Hviezdoslavovho kub¨ªna
st¨ªnov?ch figur a p?edzv¨§st¨ª hr?z,
ech z vn¨§j?¨ªch pr¨¢zdnot, je? taj¨ª r¨¦bus,
jej? nikdo z n¨¢s nen¨ª s to pochopit
Proste ten druh po¨¦zie, ktor¨² si ?kolopovinn¨¦ Vogon?at¨¢ s ob?ubou vyberaj¨² na intergalaktick¨¦ kolo Hviezdoslavovho kub¨ªna
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February 5, 2016In the stories for which he's best known, Lovecraft's Other is always a shattering encounter with the horrific and vile. Even in the Dunsany-homages of his Dreamlands stories, beast-gods lurk and dark fates await. But in these sonnets, for all the queer books, baleful doings and ominous doors, there's also a sense that the world beyond might have wonders too, might explain the yearning dissatisfaction the dreamer feels with this one. And seeing the other side of the coin attends to one of the lacks I normally find in HPL, the reason I usually prefer the more bittersweet visions of Dunsany, Clark Ashton Smith or Machen to his sheer bleakness. In short, some of these are just plain beautiful:
XXVIII. Expectancy
I cannot tell why some things hold for me
A sense of unplumbed marvels to befall,
Or of a rift in the horizon's wall
Opening to worlds where only gods can be.
There is a breathless, vague expectancy,
As of vast ancient pomps I half recall,
Or wild adventures, uncorporeal,
Ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free.
It is in sunsets and strange city spires,
Old villages and woods and misty downs,
South winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns,
Old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires.
But though its lure alone makes life worth living,
None gains or guesses what it hints at giving.
XXVIII. Expectancy
I cannot tell why some things hold for me
A sense of unplumbed marvels to befall,
Or of a rift in the horizon's wall
Opening to worlds where only gods can be.
There is a breathless, vague expectancy,
As of vast ancient pomps I half recall,
Or wild adventures, uncorporeal,
Ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free.
It is in sunsets and strange city spires,
Old villages and woods and misty downs,
South winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns,
Old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires.
But though its lure alone makes life worth living,
None gains or guesses what it hints at giving.
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March 1, 2025
3.5¡ï
Nos encontramos con la compilaci¨®n de 36 sonetos escritos por Lovecraft entre los a?os 1929 y 1930. Ac¨¢, el maestro de Providence, crea un ¡°poema-relato¡± pues todos los poemas tienen continuidad y narran una ¨²nica historia.
Siempre dir¨¦ que no soy lector asiduo de ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹; y reconozco mi problema de ¡°entender¡± y disfrutar de ella. Sin embargo, pude disfrutar de esta forma de arte menos conocida de Lovecraft.
Claro, es importante mencionar que la traducci¨®n elimina completamente la sonoridad del texto original, con el fin de preservar la integridad de los relatado. A¨²n as¨ª, es una obra que puede disfrutarse y que se lee con mucha rapidez.
??Dios auxilie al que sue?a con demenciales visiones que muestran esos ojos extintos, incrustados en simas de cristal?
Punto(s) alto(s): Una forma diferente de explorar el terror c¨®smico // La alusi¨®n al rey de amarillo
Punto(s) bajo(s): La misma forma de escritura puede resultar m¨¢s densa y de mayor complejidad
Nos encontramos con la compilaci¨®n de 36 sonetos escritos por Lovecraft entre los a?os 1929 y 1930. Ac¨¢, el maestro de Providence, crea un ¡°poema-relato¡± pues todos los poemas tienen continuidad y narran una ¨²nica historia.
Siempre dir¨¦ que no soy lector asiduo de ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹; y reconozco mi problema de ¡°entender¡± y disfrutar de ella. Sin embargo, pude disfrutar de esta forma de arte menos conocida de Lovecraft.
Claro, es importante mencionar que la traducci¨®n elimina completamente la sonoridad del texto original, con el fin de preservar la integridad de los relatado. A¨²n as¨ª, es una obra que puede disfrutarse y que se lee con mucha rapidez.
??Dios auxilie al que sue?a con demenciales visiones que muestran esos ojos extintos, incrustados en simas de cristal?
Punto(s) alto(s): Una forma diferente de explorar el terror c¨®smico // La alusi¨®n al rey de amarillo
Punto(s) bajo(s): La misma forma de escritura puede resultar m¨¢s densa y de mayor complejidad
December 30, 2020
I'm not a great one for poetry, but the thought of the Cthulhu Mythos set to rhyme was too much to resist.
The actual sonnet cycle itself rarely mentions the titular Fungi, being a sequence of short, sharp Mythos shocks, almost a series of story synopses set in verse. They are probably best dipped into rather than read one after the other - whenever you find yourself in need of a quick Lovecraft fix, so to speak. Most surprising for me, however, was the fact that Lovecraft can do funnies (this referring to the other non-Mythos work collected here) - I challenge anyone not to laugh at his Untitled Drinking Song, or not to succumb to a wry smile at the closing lines of Unda.
I would have been happy to read more of these, if they actually existed.
The actual sonnet cycle itself rarely mentions the titular Fungi, being a sequence of short, sharp Mythos shocks, almost a series of story synopses set in verse. They are probably best dipped into rather than read one after the other - whenever you find yourself in need of a quick Lovecraft fix, so to speak. Most surprising for me, however, was the fact that Lovecraft can do funnies (this referring to the other non-Mythos work collected here) - I challenge anyone not to laugh at his Untitled Drinking Song, or not to succumb to a wry smile at the closing lines of Unda.
I would have been happy to read more of these, if they actually existed.
December 8, 2014
Beautiful, haunting, and forlorn.
October 25, 2021
The book contains the following 36 sonnets, which some feel are an overarching themed narrative while others feel they are standalones. My interpretation is they are both where Sonnets I-III are the set up for the rest of what I believe are dream sequences.
I. The Book
II. Pursuit
III. The Key
IV. Recognition
V. Homecoming
VI. The Lamp
VII. Zaman¡¯s Hill
VIII. The Port
IX. The Courtyard
X. The Pigeon-Flyers
XI. The Well
XII. The Howler
XIII. Hesperia
XIV. Star-Winds
XV. Antarktos
XVI. The Window
XVII. A Memory
XVIII. The Gardens of Yin
XIX. The Bells
XX. Night-Gaunts
XXI. Nyarlathotep
XXII. Azathoth
XXIII. Mirage
XXIV. The Canal
XXV. St. Toad¡¯s
XXVI. The Familiars
XXVII. The Elder Pharos
XXVIII. Expectancy
XXIX. Nostalgia
XXX. Background
XXXI. The Dweller
XXXII. Alienation
XXXIII. Harbour Whistles
XXXIV. Recapture
XXXV. Evening Star
XXXVI. Continuity
I. The Book
II. Pursuit
III. The Key
IV. Recognition
V. Homecoming
VI. The Lamp
VII. Zaman¡¯s Hill
VIII. The Port
IX. The Courtyard
X. The Pigeon-Flyers
XI. The Well
XII. The Howler
XIII. Hesperia
XIV. Star-Winds
XV. Antarktos
XVI. The Window
XVII. A Memory
XVIII. The Gardens of Yin
XIX. The Bells
XX. Night-Gaunts
XXI. Nyarlathotep
XXII. Azathoth
XXIII. Mirage
XXIV. The Canal
XXV. St. Toad¡¯s
XXVI. The Familiars
XXVII. The Elder Pharos
XXVIII. Expectancy
XXIX. Nostalgia
XXX. Background
XXXI. The Dweller
XXXII. Alienation
XXXIII. Harbour Whistles
XXXIV. Recapture
XXXV. Evening Star
XXXVI. Continuity
February 9, 2020
V minulosti som o tomto Lovecraftovom cykle sonetov po?ul dobr¨¦ aj zl¨¦ (v???inou asi zl¨¦), preto ma naozaj pr¨ªjemne prekvapila nielen forma tohto luxusn¨¦ho vydania, ale aj obsah. V 36 b¨¢s¨¾ach m??e ?itate? dosia? nedotknut? dielom HPL n¨¢js? v zhustenej podobe de facto v?etky jeho mot¨ªvy. Oce¨¾ujem preklad pr¨®zou ako alternat¨ªvu k p?vodn¨¦mu zneniu, ako aj ¨²chvatn¨¦ ?tormove ilustr¨¢cie (ke? si k tomuto pripo?¨ªtam jeho ilustr¨¢cie k Draculovi, m¨¢m pocit, akoby sa narodil pr¨¢ve pre ilustrovanie hororov?ch klas¨ªk). Nie na ka?d¨¦ho zrejme sonety zap?sobia, ale ja som sa v?dy radil sk?r k t¨¢boru ?ud¨ª, ktor¨ª najviac oce¨¾ovali Lovecrafta v jeho najstru?nej?¨ªch poloh¨¢ch, ktor¨¦ mu zamedzovali v tom, aby sk?zol k svojej typickej rozvl¨¢?nosti a pre m¨¾a ?asto ?arbavej ornament¨¢lnosti - a ?o m??e by? stru?nej?ie ako b¨¢se¨¾?
January 11, 2023
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September 23, 2013
Poco se habla de la ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ de Lovecraft, sin embargo, si solo se han le¨ªdo sus cuentos, debo decir que tal vez, si, tal vez, ?a¨²n no han le¨ªdo nada!
??stas letras hielan el alma! Su ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ tiene una cualidad tal cual si se tratara de uno de los capiteles que abundan en su obra, rematando construcciones de una arquitectura no imaginada por ning¨²n ente humano. Aqu¨ª Lovecraft nos revela sus m¨¢s ¨ªntimos anhelos, y para horror nuestro, ?¨¦stos son tan terribles que son capaces de petrificar nuestras almas!
Su ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ es la cereza en el pastel que corona su obra. Por favor, trate de leerla en ¾±²Ô²µ±ô¨¦²õ, ninguna traducci¨®n puede dar plena idea de lo que nuestro amado Extra?o trat¨® de expresar. Ah, y encima de todo no se corta en rendir tributo a el Se?or Poe, una de nuestras m¨¢s grandes influencias...
??stas letras hielan el alma! Su ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ tiene una cualidad tal cual si se tratara de uno de los capiteles que abundan en su obra, rematando construcciones de una arquitectura no imaginada por ning¨²n ente humano. Aqu¨ª Lovecraft nos revela sus m¨¢s ¨ªntimos anhelos, y para horror nuestro, ?¨¦stos son tan terribles que son capaces de petrificar nuestras almas!
Su ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ es la cereza en el pastel que corona su obra. Por favor, trate de leerla en ¾±²Ô²µ±ô¨¦²õ, ninguna traducci¨®n puede dar plena idea de lo que nuestro amado Extra?o trat¨® de expresar. Ah, y encima de todo no se corta en rendir tributo a el Se?or Poe, una de nuestras m¨¢s grandes influencias...
August 4, 2015
No es que sea un libro de 2 estrellas, es que los poemas simplemente no se me dan muy bien; de todos modos est¨¢n , en mi pobre opini¨®n, muy rebuscados y con palabras muy rimbombantes y ya anacr¨®nicas en la ¨¦poca que salieron publicados.
April 8, 2019
The horned moon above the spire
With ghastly grace was crawling high¡¯r,
And in the pallid struggling beams
Grinned memories of ancient dreams.
There¡¯s a good reason most books like this put the author¡¯s early work in the final chapter. It¡¯s not only not their best work, sometimes it¡¯s actively bad. That¡¯s the case with Lovecraft, too, so I don¡¯t understand the decision to make his early work the first chapter in the book. It was a bit like slogging to get through it, even knowing it was early work. I might recommend just starting with the second section (Ancient Tracks) or heading to ¡°The Poe-et¡¯s Nightmare¡± in the early works and going from there; if you then want to read the really early stuff (hint: you probably don¡¯t) it¡¯s still there.
The Poe-et¡¯s Nightmare is funny, and as much a satire of Lovecraft himself, or at least his public persona, as of the general Poe fan; possibly because Lovecraft was himself a Poe fan. ¡°Lament for the Vanished Spider¡±, directly following the nightmare in the early poems, is almost modern goth, the touching style popularized by people like Edward Gorey or, more recently, Tim Burton.
The rest of the early works are mostly weird laments for olden times. It¡¯s weird in the ¡°what?¡± sense, not the weird tales sense, which they lack. They are pretty much the exact opposite of Lovecraft¡¯s more famous works, unless his Cthulhu stories were meant to make us want to return to those Elder eras.
Most of the later poems (such as what I chose for the opening quote) evoke a somewhat Lovecraftian mysterious supernatural, not surprising, of course. It¡¯s not obviously bound to the Cthulhu mythos, but it could be if you wanted it to. As of course many do. They¡¯re worth reading simply as strange horror, different from but clearly related to Poe, Dunsany, and Clark Ashton Smith. Smith, like Poe, also rates a poem with his name in the title.
The draw of the book, of course, is what the title advertises: his Cthulhu cycle. Arkham is mentioned, and Yuggoth, and the mad gods at the center of the universe. And the language becomes more recognizably from those stories:
Strange turrets rose beyond the plain,
???And walls and bastions spread around
???The distant domes that fouled the ground
Like leprous fungi after rain.
I hadn¡¯t had a lot of hope for the book; it doesn¡¯t have a very good reputation, which is why it took me so long to buy it. But while there occasionally seems to be some clumsiness of meter and rhyme (which may at least partially be due to changes in language) it¡¯s fun, inspiring, and strange; the poems are an evocative cross between Lovecraft and his inspirations¡ªSmith and Dunsany, mainly.
The drawings by Frank Utpatel are beautiful¡ªand detailed. They should be much larger than mass market paperback size.
I had the book that told the hidden way
Across the void and through the space-hung screens
That hold the undimensioned worlds at bay,
And keep lost aeons to their own demesnes.
March 29, 2023
Una vez acabada toda la narrativa del autor, y pendiente de la publicaci¨®n en espa?ol de sus cartas, tocaba adentrarse en los frondosos y oscuros versos de Hongos de Yugoth. Se trata de una recopilaci¨®n de sonetos, la mayor¨ªa escritos en un lapso de apenas ocho d¨ªas, que sirven de acompa?amiento y extensi¨®n a sus relatos. Son peque?as c¨¢psulas de variados horrores arcanos en verso.
No soy un experto en ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹, y menos a¨²n de ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ en ¾±²Ô²µ±ô¨¦²õ, por lo que no me atrever¨¦ a criticar demasiado la obra en ese aspecto. Lo que s¨ª puedo decir es que algunos de los sonetos eran sumamente sugerentes, y describ¨ªan im¨¢genes terribles y a la vez hermosas. Me gustaron especialmente aquellos que trataban de encuentros supraterrenales con las grandes entidades c¨®smicas. Los temas son recurrentes: sue?os en los que aparecen ciudades antediluvianas de este mundo o de otros, apariciones de seres pesadillescos, personas que sufren destinos terribles por buscar lo que no deben... A lo que estamos acostumbrados m¨¢s o menos.
Y aunque no suelo mencionar las ediciones que leo para abstraer la obra original de cualquier elemento externo, esta vez no puedo irme sin alabar la maravillosa edici¨®n de Cangrejo pistolero, que contiene un pr¨®logo escrito por Javier Calvo; los poemas traducidos al espa?ol, salpicados por intrigantes ilustraciones (aunque no todas me convencieron) y los poemas originales en ingles en blanco sobre negro. Totalmente recomendada.
No soy un experto en ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹, y menos a¨²n de ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ en ¾±²Ô²µ±ô¨¦²õ, por lo que no me atrever¨¦ a criticar demasiado la obra en ese aspecto. Lo que s¨ª puedo decir es que algunos de los sonetos eran sumamente sugerentes, y describ¨ªan im¨¢genes terribles y a la vez hermosas. Me gustaron especialmente aquellos que trataban de encuentros supraterrenales con las grandes entidades c¨®smicas. Los temas son recurrentes: sue?os en los que aparecen ciudades antediluvianas de este mundo o de otros, apariciones de seres pesadillescos, personas que sufren destinos terribles por buscar lo que no deben... A lo que estamos acostumbrados m¨¢s o menos.
Y aunque no suelo mencionar las ediciones que leo para abstraer la obra original de cualquier elemento externo, esta vez no puedo irme sin alabar la maravillosa edici¨®n de Cangrejo pistolero, que contiene un pr¨®logo escrito por Javier Calvo; los poemas traducidos al espa?ol, salpicados por intrigantes ilustraciones (aunque no todas me convencieron) y los poemas originales en ingles en blanco sobre negro. Totalmente recomendada.
November 9, 2017
3,5
It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers;
where every unplaced memory has a source;
where the great river Time begins its course
down the vast void in starlit streams of hours.
Dreams bring us close - but ancient lore repeats
that human tread has never soiled these streets.
Hesperia
I cannot tell why some things hold for me
a sense of unplumbed marvels to befall,
or of a rift in the horizon's wall
opening to worlds where only gods can be.
There is a breathless, vague expectancy,
as of vast ancient pomps I half recall,
or wild adventures, uncorporeal,
ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free.
It is in sunsets and strange city spires,
old villages and woods and misty downs,
south winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns,
old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires.
But though its lure alone makes life worth living,
none gains or guesses what it hints at giving.
Expectancy
It is the land where beauty's meaning flowers;
where every unplaced memory has a source;
where the great river Time begins its course
down the vast void in starlit streams of hours.
Dreams bring us close - but ancient lore repeats
that human tread has never soiled these streets.
Hesperia
I cannot tell why some things hold for me
a sense of unplumbed marvels to befall,
or of a rift in the horizon's wall
opening to worlds where only gods can be.
There is a breathless, vague expectancy,
as of vast ancient pomps I half recall,
or wild adventures, uncorporeal,
ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free.
It is in sunsets and strange city spires,
old villages and woods and misty downs,
south winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns,
old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires.
But though its lure alone makes life worth living,
none gains or guesses what it hints at giving.
Expectancy
April 14, 2022
David E. Schultz's scholarly examination of Lovecraft's Fungi from Yuggoth is amazingly obsessive, tracing detailed histories of multiple copies of the original text, and diving deep into the author's voluminous correspondence to flesh out the creative process behind this sequence of sonnets.
Although the depth of Schultz's research is impressive, it is perhaps a bit too much, given that the Fungi from Yuggoth is a minor poetic work at best. However, there is a benefit to be had, as Schultz exhaustively connects each of the sonnets with Lovecraft's larger body of work, effectively making an argument that the Fungi are a distillation of the themes that the author developed more fully in his works of prose fiction.
Although the depth of Schultz's research is impressive, it is perhaps a bit too much, given that the Fungi from Yuggoth is a minor poetic work at best. However, there is a benefit to be had, as Schultz exhaustively connects each of the sonnets with Lovecraft's larger body of work, effectively making an argument that the Fungi are a distillation of the themes that the author developed more fully in his works of prose fiction.
March 28, 2023
Arranco la semana enamorada ?Estos poemas son un verdadera hallazgo que me quemaron la cabeza ?
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El universo de Lovecraft en verso es m¨¢s de lo que uno espera; o al menos, eso me pas¨® a m¨ª. No los le¨ª desconfiada, pero esperaba encontrarme con versos rebuscados y enigm¨¢ticos, y sin darme cuenta estaba frente a una traducci¨®n bell¨ªsima e impecable.
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Muchos de esos poemas parecen historias, historias en verso (a diferencia de Baudelaire) que dejan ver los intereses que el autor luego plasma en su narrativa.
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Lo sobrenatural, el horror c¨®smico, los recuerdos de su infancia, sus obsesiones e intereses, el mundo on¨ªrico y varias tem¨¢ticas m¨¢s atraviesan las p¨¢ginas de este libro, en el cual Yuggoth parece ser el punto donde confluyen todos esos misterios.
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El universo de Lovecraft en verso es m¨¢s de lo que uno espera; o al menos, eso me pas¨® a m¨ª. No los le¨ª desconfiada, pero esperaba encontrarme con versos rebuscados y enigm¨¢ticos, y sin darme cuenta estaba frente a una traducci¨®n bell¨ªsima e impecable.
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Muchos de esos poemas parecen historias, historias en verso (a diferencia de Baudelaire) que dejan ver los intereses que el autor luego plasma en su narrativa.
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Lo sobrenatural, el horror c¨®smico, los recuerdos de su infancia, sus obsesiones e intereses, el mundo on¨ªrico y varias tem¨¢ticas m¨¢s atraviesan las p¨¢ginas de este libro, en el cual Yuggoth parece ser el punto donde confluyen todos esos misterios.
August 24, 2018
Lovecraft no es necesariamente uno de mis autores favoritos, pero disfrut¨¦ de esta breve compilaci¨®n. Y la hubiera disfrutado m¨¢s de no haber sido porque los versos ven¨ªan acompa?ados de su versi¨®n original en ¾±²Ô²µ±ô¨¦²õ y no pude evitar ver numerosas instancias en las que se pod¨ªa haber mejorado la traducci¨®n.
March 8, 2019
No soy muy amante de la ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ en realidad, pero encontr¨¦ interesantes estos poemas de Lovecraft aunque bastante cr¨ªpticos.
September 13, 2021
2,5/5
Los poemas no son lo m¨ªo y al tratarse de una traducci¨®n, obviamente, siento que se pierde un poco de la esencia que tienen en su idioma original, el cual no manejo. Alguna que otra cosa me gust¨® de esto, pero, en general, no lleg¨® a transmitirme nada.
Los poemas no son lo m¨ªo y al tratarse de una traducci¨®n, obviamente, siento que se pierde un poco de la esencia que tienen en su idioma original, el cual no manejo. Alguna que otra cosa me gust¨® de esto, pero, en general, no lleg¨® a transmitirme nada.
May 13, 2015
4'5
Howard Phillips Lovecraft adem¨¢s de escribir relatos tambi¨¦n le interesaba enormemente la ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ y en esta antolog¨ªa encontramos tanto la versi¨®n original como la espa?ola.
Nuestro Lovecraft cuando se pone poeta no cambia de estilo ni mucho menos, pues podemos apreciar su exceso de adjetivaci¨®n y la aparici¨®n de Dioses y otras criaturas que inmortalizo hace ya casi cien a?os. Tampoco en su ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ abandona los temas que durante toda su vida abordar¨¢, pues se trata de un trabajo que al igual que su narrativa pretende trasmitir la insignificancia del ser humano en el cosmos y sus poemas m¨¢s prematuros beben claramente de aquellas desenfrenadas lecturas de las obras hom¨¦ricas en el desv¨¢n de su casa.
No hay mucho m¨¢s que decir, aunque tengo que destacar que la traducci¨®n me ha gustado bastante. Como siempre los de Valdemar cumplen su encomienda de forma sobresaliente. Pero antes de concluir tengo que hablar de la introducci¨®n que, a mi parecer, ha pecado a veces de demasiada subjetividad. En concreto me molesto bastante que dijeran que la correspondencia que manten¨ªa con otros autores HPL era ¡°in¨²til¡± y ¡°si no hubiese sido un caballero y no hubiese escrito tanta carta habr¨ªa dejado m¨¢s relatos¡±, en el caso de que fuese as¨ª, no tienes ning¨²n derecho a juzgarlo. Adem¨¢s decir eso es saber bien poco del autor, porque yo que todav¨ªa no s¨¦ ni una ¨ªnfima parte de lo que saben verdaderos adeptos a la corriente lovecraftiana, entiendo lo mucho que HPL trasmite en sus cartas, no solo informaci¨®n o ideas para sus futuros relatos, tambi¨¦n sus opiniones en diversos temas y su forma de vida ¨Cque tal vez a muchos no os interese, pero a m¨ª s¨ª¨C, y por supuesto jam¨¢s se me ocurrir¨ªa despreciar su labor epistolar como con tanta facilidad lo hacen otros.
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Howard Phillips Lovecraft adem¨¢s de escribir relatos tambi¨¦n le interesaba enormemente la ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ y en esta antolog¨ªa encontramos tanto la versi¨®n original como la espa?ola.
Nuestro Lovecraft cuando se pone poeta no cambia de estilo ni mucho menos, pues podemos apreciar su exceso de adjetivaci¨®n y la aparici¨®n de Dioses y otras criaturas que inmortalizo hace ya casi cien a?os. Tampoco en su ±è´Ç±ð²õ¨ª²¹ abandona los temas que durante toda su vida abordar¨¢, pues se trata de un trabajo que al igual que su narrativa pretende trasmitir la insignificancia del ser humano en el cosmos y sus poemas m¨¢s prematuros beben claramente de aquellas desenfrenadas lecturas de las obras hom¨¦ricas en el desv¨¢n de su casa.
No hay mucho m¨¢s que decir, aunque tengo que destacar que la traducci¨®n me ha gustado bastante. Como siempre los de Valdemar cumplen su encomienda de forma sobresaliente. Pero antes de concluir tengo que hablar de la introducci¨®n que, a mi parecer, ha pecado a veces de demasiada subjetividad. En concreto me molesto bastante que dijeran que la correspondencia que manten¨ªa con otros autores HPL era ¡°in¨²til¡± y ¡°si no hubiese sido un caballero y no hubiese escrito tanta carta habr¨ªa dejado m¨¢s relatos¡±, en el caso de que fuese as¨ª, no tienes ning¨²n derecho a juzgarlo. Adem¨¢s decir eso es saber bien poco del autor, porque yo que todav¨ªa no s¨¦ ni una ¨ªnfima parte de lo que saben verdaderos adeptos a la corriente lovecraftiana, entiendo lo mucho que HPL trasmite en sus cartas, no solo informaci¨®n o ideas para sus futuros relatos, tambi¨¦n sus opiniones en diversos temas y su forma de vida ¨Cque tal vez a muchos no os interese, pero a m¨ª s¨ª¨C, y por supuesto jam¨¢s se me ocurrir¨ªa despreciar su labor epistolar como con tanta facilidad lo hacen otros.
"HESPERIA
La puesta de sol invernal, refulgiendo tras las agujas
Y las chimeneas medio desprendidas de esta esfera sombr¨ªa,
Abre grandes puertas a alg¨²n a?o olvidado
De antiguos esplendores y deseos divinos.
Futuras maravillas arden en aquellos fuegos
Cargados de aventura y sin sombra de temor;
Una hilera de esfinges indica el camino
Entre tr¨¦mulos muros y torreones hacia liras lejanas.
Es la tierra donde florece el sentido de la belleza,
Donde todo recuerdo inexplicado tiene su fuente,
Donde el gran r¨ªo del Tiempo inicia su curso descendiendo
Por el vasto vac¨ªo en sue?os de horas iluminadas por las estrellas.
Los sue?os nos acercan... pero un saber antiguo
Repite que el pie humano no ha hollado jam¨¢s estas calles."
???????? ?????.
April 14, 2013
I accidentally chanced upon Lovecraft while browsing shelves at my local city library during my high school days. From the first story, Lovecraft had mesmerized me with his incredible use of words, and I admit, with his use of ancient and obsolete words. Eventually I got to his poems, of which the epic lay "Fungi from Yuggoth" is one of his most famous efforts. When i first read this Horatian, I felt only the supernaturally positive emotions of amazement, anxiety, wonder, fear, mystery, and eeriness. Now years distant from high school, I recently took up again my favorite copy of this short lay. I have read many words and seen terrible things both scary and ghastly. So now, in the light of further experience in the real world, Lovecraft¡¯s words, while distinguished, do not carry me away with the same ease they once did. I respect the poem, and greatly respect the author. However, the chill is lifted, the streets are not so scary, they cold gulfs and mystic shrines and unspeakable forms are curiosities now, co-regions and co-inhabitants of a shared cosmos, not aliens to cower to.
I have read recently that Yuggoth has companions five, or perhaps there are six compeer yuggothoids loosely sharing their wildly elliptical orbits around the small dim star at the center of their system.
I have read recently that Yuggoth has companions five, or perhaps there are six compeer yuggothoids loosely sharing their wildly elliptical orbits around the small dim star at the center of their system.
July 19, 2010
This little volume (edited by August Derleth) brings together a sampling of H.P. Lovecraft's better poetry. While I've often heard the opinion that Lovecraft's poetry is quite poor, reading this gave me the impression that's not an entirely fair. If there's one weakness to HPL's poetry, it's his archaism. This is especially true of the earlier works, where Lovecraft indulges his most Edwardian inclinations. The later poetry, beginning with The Ancient Track, while still somewhat old fashioned in style captures a pleasant weird vibe. Especially worthwhile is "The Fungi From Yuggoth," which features thirty-six different sonnets. Some are little scary stories in their own right, while others aim more for the sense of the numinous that often accompanies the horrible in HPL's fiction. While Lovecraft is arguably not the best weird poet of his era--that title would probably go to Clark Ashton Smith--I would argue he's worth reading for anyone in seeing this curious overlap betwixt the poetic and the uncanny.
April 6, 2016
I'm not a big fan of rhyming poetry the sonnets have a nice flow to them though. Being a fan of prose makes it hard to enjoy rhyming poetry.....I'm sure some people will agree with me. Of 36 poems I only found four that I actually could put a like on.
My favorites:
* The Howler
* A Memory
* Night-Gaunts
* St. Toad's
My favorites:
* The Howler
* A Memory
* Night-Gaunts
* St. Toad's
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