/lit/ - Literature

>NIGGERS

H. P. Lovecraft:
>Deoxys
>Malamar
>Tentacruel
>Omastar
>mareanie
>Cofagrigus

Fuckin hell, at least in Lovecraft's Necronomicon, the nigger word is still in there intact, although it would have been a major disrespect on Lovercraft's memory, had they censored it from his stories because, you know, fuck niggers

>>14272907
No, Gandalf is Northern European, like all heros. Duh.
Sage.
In.
Every.
Field.

>>14263965
he was a beautiful lad, a scholar and a gentleman

What was his cat called again?

>>13576883

>“But the real thing behind the way folks feel is simply race prejudice—and I don’t say I’m blaming those that hold it. I hate those Innsmouth folks myself, and I wouldn’t care to go to their town."

B&R

Anyone read Houellebecq's "H.P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life"? I ordered it a few days ago.

Anyone remember what was the title of the Lovecraft story with some aliens being locked/summoned in a building in some town?
Also another one with some old church that had some weird orb or something in a room at the top of the tower. They might have been Delreth stories, I don't know since I had them mixed up when I read them years ago

>>11610819
Here's a happy Howard

>>11559382
>I really like adjectives the mos, like: enormous, crystalline, taciturn, lucid, tempestuous, ephemeral, cerebral


so, you're a Lovecraft fan?

"When they looked back toward the valley and the distant Gardner place at the bottom they saw a fearsome sight. All the farm was shining with the hideous unknown blend of colour; trees, buildings, and even such grass and herbage as had not been wholly changed to lethal grey brittleness. The boughs were all straining skyward, tipped with tongues of foul flame, and lambent tricklings of the same monstrous fire were creeping about the ridgepoles of the house, barn, and sheds. It was a scene from a vision of Fuseli, and over all the rest reigned that riot of luminous amorphousness, that alien and undimensioned rainbow of cryptic poison from the well—seething, feeling, lapping, reaching, scintillating, straining, and malignly bubbling in its cosmic and unrecognisable chromaticism."

>Sends you a 30 page long letter in which he analyzes various aspects of horror fiction and New England architecture while LARPing as an 18th century English gentleman-scholar and referring to you as "nephew".
Wat do?

Is classic horror /lit/? Poe, Algernon Blackwood, Arthur Machen, Lovecraft?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXyda5iiGEo

Is Lovecraft /ourguy/? Is he, dare I say, /lit/?

Always loves this one because every other picture has him expressionless and empty—which is fitting of course, but it's cool to see him smile.

My favorite story of his is "The Thing On The Doorstep". Anyone else feel the same way? It's actually really good, unironically. Kind of a very narcissistically wishful autobiography, I think.

>"It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to shew by this statement that I am not his murderer. At first I shall be called a madman—madder than the man I shot in his cell at the Arkham Sanitarium. Later some of my readers will weigh each statement, correlate it with the known facts, and ask themselves how I could have believed otherwise than as I did after facing the evidence of that horror—that thing on the doorstep."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHLEGzu8Dw8

I unironically relate to Edward Derby.

>>10296183

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.

>>10223539
"But even all this was not so bad as the blasted heath. I knew it the moment I came upon it at the bottom of a spacious valley; for no other name could fit such a thing, or any other thing fit such a name. It was as if the poet had coined the phrase from having seen this one particular region. It must, I thought as I viewed it, be the outcome of a fire; but why had nothing new ever grown over those five acres of grey desolation that sprawled open to the sky like a great spot eaten by acid in the woods and fields? It lay largely to the north of the ancient road line, but encroached a little on the other side. I felt an odd reluctance about approaching, and did so at last only because my business took me through and past it. There was no vegetation of any kind on that broad expanse, but only a fine grey dust or ash which no wind seemed ever to blow about. The trees near it were sickly and stunted, and many dead trunks stood or lay rotting at the rim. As I walked hurriedly by I saw the tumbled bricks and stones of an old chimney and cellar on my right, and the yawning black maw of an abandoned well whose stagnant vapours played strange tricks with the hues of the sunlight. Even the long, dark woodland climb beyond seemed welcome in contrast, and I marvelled no more at the frightened whispers of Arkham people. There had been no house or ruin near; even in the old days the place must have been lonely and remote. And at twilight, dreading to repass that ominous spot, I walked circuitously back to the town by the curving road on the south. I vaguely wished some clouds would gather, for an odd timidity about the deep skyey voids above had crept into my soul."

Listening to Lovecraft, and his writing is literally terrifying.

Literally, cyclopean. It seems darker than black in its extended eldritch unfathomable unnamable undetectable cruelty.

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>>10105625

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