Sphinx And Medusa Clark Ashton Smith The old constraint of an essential bond Hath linkt them in my mind: opposed they stare, Twin silences, that through Time’s Otherwhere, The ruinous past, thus each to each respond, One with mysterious gaze that sees beyond The straining suns, calm as the voidness there; And one with eyes like deserts of despair, Flameless… Read more →
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Proud and Unrepentant: Part 4
A couple of years back I ran through several variations on the Lucifer character / story that appeal to me. You may recall Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. In doing some reading last night in The Eldritch Dark‘s archive of Clark Ashton Smith‘s poetyI do that sometimes., I found another interesting variant. Or rather, two interesting variants. The… Read more →
Book Porn
Yesterday was a marvelous mail day at the McLaren household. Through a confluence of mail karma–or possibly because our mailman seems to be skipping a day whenever he gets bored with the route–I had several books arrive from several different publishers. This will consequently be one long post full of book porn. If you’re not interested in small presses and… Read more →
Closing the book-related tabs
And here we go again… I’ve been reading Jeff’s daily reviews of the books in the Penguin Great Ideas series. While I don’t think I’m interested in trying to read all sixty of them in sixty days (despite Jeff’s examples and the exhortation of the Harvard University Press) I am very impressed with the presentation of the volumes, and have… Read more →
The Eldritch Dark
Now as the twilight’s doubtful interval Closes with night’s accomplished certainty, A wizard wind goes crying eerily, And on the wold misshapen shadows crawl, Miming the trees, whose voices climb and fall, Imploring, in Sabbatic ecstacy, The sky where vapor-mounted phantoms flee From the scythed moon impendent over all. Twin veils of covering cloud and silence, thrown Across the movement… Read more →
