H.B. to H.P.

Howard Phillips Lovecraft. Born on this baleful day back in 1890. Portrait by Bruce Timm

“There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.”

–from H.P. Lovecraft’s “Celephais”

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4 Responses to “H.B. to H.P.”

  1. Tertiary Says:

    And here I was, reading “The Atrocity Archives” and thinking of old Howard.

  2. Natasha Says:

    I actually have a Lovecraft-inspired collection in progress. Bones and squishy octo-things and what-nots. Ahh… *sigh*

  3. David Forbes Says:

    Excellent choice of quote from one of his most underrated stories, one that reveals another side entirely than the cosmic horror he’s best known for. Thank you :-)

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