Saturday, November 18, 2017

NEW H. P. LOVECRAFT MANUSCRIPT DISCOVER'D!!!



Here is a very old video that shews how excited an H. P. Lovecraft fanboy can get over ye news of a newly-discover'd bit of Lovecraftiana. Ye video ends with a reading of one of my Sesqua Valley sonnets. & since I am digging around in me old catalog of videos, I will also share one devoted to my favourite among Lovecraft's invented daemons.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

An Itching for Quinn

Strangely, and against better judgment, I find myself tempted to order the first two of five propos'd hardcover volumes of ye supernatural tales of Seabury Quinn from publisher Night Shade Books. I read, aeons ago, all of Quinn's Jules de Grandin stories when Robert Weinberg publish'd yem in wonderful mass pb editions in ye mid-1970's. Many of ye tales made me sneer because, oh man, they were so pulp. Reading them was similar to watching the tv series Buffy the Vampire Slayer--every week there is a "new" monster that just happens to appear in the young woman's home town. And yet--silly as the stories seemed to be as I recall them--I really enjoy'd reading them; & glancing over ye few reviews on Amazon, I see that others really enjoy'd reading the stories as well. Yes, I am going to purchase ye first of the two publish'd volumes, and then next month I'll buy ye second volume. It has been a creative itch of mine, for years, to write my own series of occult detective tales--and I partially did so, in collaboration with Jeffrey Thomas, when he and I invented our character Enoch Coffin. I still feel a wee itch to invent a new character in this tradition. Mine wou'd be a male ghost detective, but he wou'd have an elderly woman as his "Watson" who wou'd accompany him in his investigations and provide various clues that had eluded him. But this is such a mild itch that I doubt I will actually pen such a book. Rather, I think I'll just wait for my Quinn book to arrive and then enjoy such stories by a master of ye form. 




Monday, November 13, 2017

ye storm is brewin'...


Aye, there is a wind storm due later to-day, & I am looking forward to it. We lost power for a wee while last night, but I have a battery-operated lantern--and, I love ye darkness (except when I'm into a really swell book). When the lights are out, I find that it triggers my ability to listen--I hear the storm's approach and effect, the moaning of wind within ye chimney, the soft tapping of outside windsocks pushed against ye window pane. There seems to be a link between my love of storms and my fondness for writing weird fiction--the emotions of both experiences are similar, as is the way they make my imagination work.
      My current reading programme is devoted to ye William Monk novels of Anne Perry. I adore British mysteries above all other entertainment, and a stormy night is the perfect time to get lost in a tale of sinister Victorian intrigue. I dislike moft American mystery series (the few I have try'd) with ye exception of the brilliant Nero Wolfe novels of Rex Stout. I have three William Monk novels on order at Amazon (where at times ye hardcover editions sell for a less expensive price than ye paperbacks). My fondness for the Victorian period comes, I think, from my adoration of Oscar Wilde and Henry James, and for ye stories of Sherlock Holmes. The one modern detective series to which I am absolutely devoted is the work of P. D. James.
     I began my love of murder mysteries with books, but my admiration for ye form was heighten'd by the British telly series, MYSTERY, on PBS. I love to listen to the variety of British accents--indeed, I think I wou'd be much happier living in England than here in ye USA. Since that cannot be, and since I am trapped in this wretched modern era, I turn to books for an escape--and ye finest from from modernity is found within ye pages of an enthralling Victorian tale.
But I can write no more--ye sounds of storm increase, nature is wind-tossed and may soon be rain-drench'd. I must turn off this contraption, this humming computer, sink into my old armchair, and place myself within ye world of William Monk, Victoprian detective supreme.


Wednesday, November 1, 2017

H. P. LOVECRAFT'S "THE UNNAMABLE" --some few disjointed ramblings . . ....

Re: Masters of Horror - Dreams in the Witch-House - trailer




An old video from many years ago, in which I experimented with making a monstrous papier-mache mask out of toilet paper soaked in a solution of flour & water. The novel I discuss writing never happen'd. Alas, I am not a novelist--although I finally collaborated on one with my buddy David Barker, and it will be publish'd eventually by Hippocampus Press.

Monday, October 30, 2017

MAGNIFIQUE!!!


It is here at last!! A stunning collection of Clark Ashton Smith's prose-poems and images of his evocative artwork. Edited and with an Introduction by Scott Connors, and handsomely presented in a sumptuous Centipede Press edition! www.centipedepress.com The volume collects ALL of Smith's prose poems (perhaps the finest penned by any American poet), and includes photographs of hundreds of Smith's sculptures, paintings, and drawings.  The volume is oversized at 7 x 10 inches. This is a signed edition limited to 300 copies. Smith's signature is reproduced in facsimile.
Ye Appreciations & Memoirs section includes essays by Donald Sydner-Fryer, Samuel J. Sackett, Fritz Leiber, William Whittingham Lyman, Emil Petaja, George F. Haas, Eric Butlet, RAH Hoffman, and Ethel Heiple. 
My gawd, looking at this amazing book makesme swoon in ecstasy. I have been planning to compose a wee collection of things inspir'd by the fantasies of CAS--and this book will be a profound source of inspiration. 

Signed, cloth with dustjacket and slipcase: $225 (on sale from $250). 
Cloth with dustjacket and slipcase, unsigned: $200.


Thursday, October 19, 2017

Ethereal Eldritchness!


This is another of ye final volumes in this exceptional series of Lovecraft's fiction, illustrated by Pete Von Sholly. 
Contents:
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
The Tomb
Polaris
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
The White Ship
The Doom That Came to Sarnath
The Tree
The Cats of Ulthar

Some of these stories have been mistakenly referred to as Lovecraft's "dream stories", although ye only one that can perhaps be authentically so labelled is "The White Ship". Of this tale, S. T. Joshi writes: "This story was written in November 1919, shortly after Lovecraft attended a lecture by Lord Dunsany in Boston (October 20) and read several of Dunsany's early volumes of tales. In a letter Lovecraft wrote: 'As you infer, "The White Ship" is in part influenced by my new Dunsanian studies." It is superficially similar to Dunsany's "Idle Days on the Yann" (in A Dreamer's Takes, 1910) in its depiction of a sea voyage where many different lands are visited, but Lovecraft's story has a powerful allegorical element lacking in Dunsany's tale."

These stories are vividly "visual" and will lend themselves superbly to the artistic talents of Pete Von Sholly. I am uncertain when these final volumes in this series are scheduled to be publish'd, but hopefully it will happen before year's end.


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Ia!! Yok-Sotot!!

Now available for pre-order from PS Publishing!! 
This sixth volume of S. T. Joshi's acclaimed Black Wings series demonstrates as never before how infinitely malleable are H. P. Lovecraft's weird conceptions. The twenty-two stories and poems in this book run the gamut of modes and genres, but each of them is fueled by elements large and small drawn from Lovecraft's inexhaustibly rich corpus of writing.
Cosmicism is central to Lovecraft's imaginative vision, and it oftentimes is manifested in tales of archaeological horror. In this volume, stories by Ann K. Schwader, Lynne Jamneck, Don Webb, and Stephen Woodworth treat this motif in varying and distinctive ways. Lovecraft's work is also infused with a profound sense of place, as he himself was attached to the familiar locales of his native New England but also travelled widely in search of new vistas to stimulates his imagination. Here, stories by Tom Lynch, Aaron Bittner, W. H. Pugmire, and Darrell Schweitzer summon up the landscapes of diverse realms in America to tease out the horrors embedded in them.
Alien creatures are featured in many of Lovecraft's greatest tales. In this volume, William F. Nolan, Nancy Kilpatrick, Steve Rasnic Tem, Jonathan Thomas, and Jason V Brock summon up multiform monsters inspired by Lovecraft's notions of hybridism and alien incursion. The forbidden book theme is deftly handled by Caitlin R. Kiernan, and the notion of other worlds lying just around the corner from our own is the subject of stories by Donald Tyson and Mark Howard Jones. Finally, David Hambling cleverly adapts Lovecraftian concepts to the locked-room detective story.
In commemorating the incredible efflorescence of weird poetry in our time, this book presents poems by four leading contemporary poets--Ashley Dioses, K. A. Opperman, Adam Bolivar, and D. L. Myers. Each of their works fuses skillful use of rhyme and metre with compact evocations of Lovecraftian themes. H. P. Lovecraft's work is likely to continue inspiring writers for many generations, and this volume presents a vivid snapshot of what can be said in this idiom by sensitive and talented authors.

Here's the full line-up:
Introduction--S. T. Joshi
Pothunters--Ann K. Schwader
The Girl in the Attic--Darrell Schweitzer
The Once and Future Waite--Jonathan Thomas
Oude Goden--Lynne Jamneck
Carnivorous--William F. Nolan
On a Dreamland's Mood--Ashley Dioses
Teshtigo Creek--Aaron Bittner
Ex Libris--Caitlin R. Kiernan
You Shadows That in Darkness Dwell--Mark Howard Jones
The Ballad of Aesnath Waite--Adam Bolivar
The Visitor--Nancy Kilpatrick
The Gaunt--Tom Lynch
Missing at the Morgue--Donald Tyson
The Shard--Don Webb
The Mystery of the Cursed Cottage--David Hambling
To Court the Night--K. A. Opperman
To Move Beneath Autumnal Oaks--W. H. Pugmire
Mister Ainsley--Steve Rasnic Tem
Satiety--Jason V Brock
Provenance Unknown--Stephen Woodworth
The Well--D. L. Myers

Here's an old video. Have a Happy Hallowe'en, y'all.

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Revisiting ye Revisions

Pete Von Sholly has just accepted a wee essay he invited me to write for a forthcoming LOVECRAFT ILLUSTRATED volume of Lovecraft's revisions. Ye tales included in ye volume ("The Curse of Yig", "Medusa's Coil", "The Horror in the Museum", "Out of the Aeons", & "The Diary of Alonzo Typer") are stories that I have loved for several decades. Interestingly, they are all Cthulhu Mythos stories, and indeed in some we glean new information concerning ye nature of Lovecraft's daemonic creation. I don't think we can correctly call any of these tales "cosmic horror", for ye antique daemons with which they are concern'd appear to have dwelt in ye hidden secret pockets of our globe for aeons. In "Medusa's Coil," a story that is wretchedly tainted throughout with aspects of Lovecraft's racism, we have one of Lovecraft's two portraits of monstrous women (the other appearing in "The Thing on the Doorstep"). Some have bemoaned the fact ye author included so few female characters in Lovecraft's fictive oeuvre, but after my recent rereading of "Medusa's Coil" I think I'm a little grateful that he did not. 



I cannot recall ever having seen an illustrated rendition of Lovecraft's snake-god, and I wholly admire Pete's vision of ye daemon as pictur'd on the book's jacket. Pete's Yig has a vitality and sense of ominous strength. Although Yig itself never appears in the story, his beloved children do--the lethal snakes that emerge in the story's horrifying conclusion. I have few phobias, but a fear of snakes is one of them. Something in their manner of movement utterly creeps me out and evoke shrieks of horror. But it's strange--coupled with this revulsion is a kind of beguilement, as I discover whenever I visit the Reptile House at ye Woodland Park Zoo. Even though my skin crawls and my stomach churns disturbingly, my eyes seek out the slender cold-blooded forms that move with a kind of gracefulness inches from where I tremble.

Really looking forward to reading this 17th volume in PS Publishing's brilliant series of illustrated volumes, each of which is a spectacular celebration of Lovecraft's genius.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

re-reading Wilson


Every few years I re-read Colin Wilson. This morning I began another reading of his novel, THE GLASS CAGE. And, as always happens when I read this novel, it instills within me an ache to pull out my William Blake and return to ye poetry and biographies. I've just gone to Amazon and order'd a biography I've never seen--ETERNITY'S SUNRISE: THE IMAGINATIVE WORLD OF WILLIAM BLAKE, by Leo Damrosch, publish'd just last year. Wilson's crime novel seems extremely literary, and that is one reason I find it so irresistible--I adore books that are written by people who love Literature as much as I do.  Of course, this flimsy paperback edition is a tatter'd old thing, and so I have just order'd a 2nd-hand hardcover copy, & will put off my return to ye novel until that edition arrives. Crime fiction, especially British mysteries, are perhaps my favourite kind of fiction. Although I cannot write anything but horror, I never actually read horror fiction, moft of which I find deadly dull.

Books are Life--literally. I think that's why my very best friends are almoft all writers or editors. I have very little interest in ye cinema, rarely watch telly, and can usually be found in my cozy armchair with a book in one hand and a cup of mild coffee (French Vanilla Cafe) in ye other. 'Tis a good life, aye.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Utterly Weary but Not Suicidal

This is my old pal Olaf the Viking Giant, in his coffin that was display'd at the Jones' Fantastic Museum in the Seattle Center, where I work'd for many years roaming around ye Center grounds in my Count Pugsly outfit. I miss those carefree days, because adulthood, as H. P. Lovecraft once wrote, is proving to be "hell". For ye moment, anyway. Actually, my life has been fairly easy and enjoyable, perhaps because I avoid humanity and stay home with my books and cats. But of late life has been not going so well  [what kind of sentence structure is that...???],and I feel the way that old Olaf looks in that photo--dead and dried-up. I seem to have a tendency to make what shou'd be simple rather difficult. Been having pain in my left foot, and so my sweet chum S. T. drove me to my medical clinic, where they had no clue as to what was wrong. The visit wasn't a total waste cos I got three vaccine shots. I was told to get my foot xrayed and have that sent to my clinic. They gave me a list of walk-in clinics, one if Bellevue and one in Kirkland.  I tried to locate the one in Bellevue but it utterly eluded me during my hour search in heavy traffic. Finally, in frustration, I gave up and returned home. I went to Harborview hospital this morning, hoping they could do this xray of my foot thing and send it to my clinic, but they said not without a reference paper from my doctor. So now I need to figure out how to get an xray of my sore foot before my next doctor's appointment on ye 14th. I guess on Monday I'm gonna return to Bellevue and try to find ye damn clinic one more time. 

Now anyone else I know cou'd do this kind of thing with no trouble; but I am so inept and become so frustrated and confused that such a task becomes next to impossible. It's like I have some severe mental deficiency that makes simple things difficult. My brain is badly wired or some such thing. Maybe this comes from not really living in the "real" world, from which I have rather isolated myself. I've never had to think about my health because, except for a mild heart attack many years ago, my health has been okay. 

So, having to "deal" with this kind of thing is frustrating and depressing and exhausting. It doesn't help that walking is so painful at ye present. Bleh. I hate having to even think about my health and going to doctors and stuff like that--I just wanna stay home, read my books and try to write some new stories. And yet my life is so easy and I have so much to be thankful for, I become embarrassed by these little episodes of "poor me, poor miserable me". I guess we all have our personal difficulties in life, and that is a part of existence. I read a lot of biographies of writers and know that I have it so much better than many of my literary heroes, as far as domestic comfort and such is concerned. So I ain't gonna end my life, because if I did I wouldn't be able to read all these cool books that I MUST READ before I die. This is an age of such Lovecraftian richness that ending existence just cos I'm depress'd or in pain wou'd be a senseless act. Books keep me going.

How strange, to want to express this stuff in public. I think I'll stop and return to my book--DAWNWARD SPIRE, LONELY HILL--THE LETTERS OF H. P. LOVECRAFT AND CLARK ASHTON SMITH.

Shalom.

(here's an old video)

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Ye Complete Audio HPL!!


Nothing delights me more than an excellent audio presentation of H. P. Lovecraft's fiction. I don't mean dramatic renditions, but readings of ye actual texts. Because we live in an age of intense Lovecraftian coolness, we now have been presented with an audiobook of Lovecraft's complete fiction as read by Sean Branney and Andrew Leman. 

For the first time ever. the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society has produced an audio recording of all of Lovecraft's stories. These are NOT dramatizations like our Dark Adventure Radio Theatre--rather, this is an audiobook of the original stories, in all-new, never-before-heard recordings made by the HPLHS's own Andrew Leman and Sean Branney exclusively for this collection. Working from texts prepared by Lovecraft scholar S. T. Joshi, this collection spans his entire career from his earliest surviving works of childhood to stories completed shortly before his death. All tales include original music by HPLHS composer Troy Sterling Nies. This audio bonanza features seventy-four stories, adding up to more than fifty (50!) hours of Lovecraftian listening fun, professionally performed and recorded for your enjoyment.

Due to the massive size of this collection, we are not offering it on CD (it would fill 43 CDs). This collection comes packaged in a custom designed faux library book which artfully holds a custom designed 16Gb USB flash drive containing all the stories in a format that's permanent, portable, and easily added to your audio collection.

The entire collection is also available via digital download--straight from our servers to your computer. No shipping, no texes, just a Lovecraftian bonanza of audio fun. We offer collections where each story is its own file or where longer stories are broken into multiple chapter files. It's approximately 5Gb of audio files, so we recommend you download to a computer rather than phone or tablet. 

For those on a budget, we've also edited our own "Selected Tales of HPL" collection, featuring recordings of some of our favorite stories available via download at an even more affordable price. Enjoy eighteen hours of Lovecraft's "greatest hits" for just $20.00 This collection includes:
The Statement of Randolph Carter
Pickman's Model
The Picture in the House
The Hound
The Call of Cthulhu
The Colour Out of Space
The Dunwich Horror
The Whisperer in Darkness
At the Mountains of Madness
The Shadow Over Innsmouth
The Shadow Out of Time

It's taken us three years to record, edt, mix and master this collection. We hope it will provide Lovecraft fans with a high quality means to enjoy these stories read aloud by professional actors who share their love for HPL's writing.

For more ordering information ye may contact ye company at
HPLHS Inc.
1644 Victory Blvd.
Glendale, CA 91201

or via email at www.cthulhulives.org


Monday, August 21, 2017

nothing can eclipse HPL for moi


I've just return'd from taking Ghostboy to work; & as I turn'd onto my street I beheld a great gathering of souls peering at ye sun. I guess, as I type, ye eclipse is about ten minutes away. I see no effects of it at all here in my dining room, where I have a large "picture window" looking out onto ye street. The sky is a pale blue in hue, and the world is uncannily quiet. So, I am going to celebrate this cosmic event by reading silently from ye cosmic fiction of Howard Phillips Lovecraft. Makes more sense to blast my soul with his nameless fiction than to blast my eyesight staring at that dying globe o' fire. Ia! Ia!!


Friday, August 18, 2017

This Fantastic Series!!


Ye final volumes in PS Publishing's LOVECRAFT ILLUSTRATED series have been publish'd, & they look amazing.

THE FESTIVAL AND OTHER ABOMINATIONS
(198 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
The Statement of Randolph Carter
The Unnamable
The Silver Key
Through the Gates of the Silver Key
The Hound
The Festival
The Nameless City
The Rats in the Wall

DAGON AND DIVERSE MONSTROSITIES
(160 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
Dagon
The Terrible Old Man
Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family
The Picture in the House
The Outsider
The Music of Erich Zann
The Shunned House

HERBERT WEST: REANIMATOR AND KINDRED  NIGHT SPAWN
(262 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
From Beyond
Herbert West--Reanimator
The Lurking Fear
Under the Pyramids
The Horror at Red Hook
In the Vault
Pickman's Model
In the Walls of Eryx

THE OTHER GODS AND VARIOUS ETHEREAL EFFUSIONS
(200 pages)
Introduction by S. T. Joshi
The Other Gods
The Tomb
Polaris
Beyond the Wall of Sleep
The White Ship
The Doom That Came to Sarnath
The Tree
The Cats of Ulthar
The Temple

All volumes use the definitive corrected texts edited by S. T. Joshi and are graced by the stunning colorful artwork of Pete Von Sholly. They are also all hardcover editions with sturdy jackets. Gawd, how I love this series!! Each volume is a nameless festival indeed. To order visit PS Publishing at www.pspublishing.co.uk

Monday, August 14, 2017

Eldritch Mail-call-o'clulu



O, bitches, 'tis a happy day when I gets a parcel from Hippocampus Press!! The stunning volume is DAWNWARD SPIRE, LONELY HILL: THE LETTERS OF H. P. LOVECRAFT AND CLARK ASHTON SMITH. Great Yuggoth--799 pages!! I've been in a real CAS mood of late cos I am trying to begin writing a series of weird tales inspir'd by his fiction for a forthcoming collection. This volume of his correspondence with E'ch-Pi-El will surely assist me in that venture. Another volume of epistles, LETTERS TO C. L. MOORE AND OTHERS, also edited by David E. Schultz and S. T. Joshi, contains an appendix in which we find "Verse by C. L. Moore," "For H. P. Lovecraft" (poem) by Henry Kuttner, and "My Correspondence with H. P. Lovecraft" by Fritz Leiber. I am also super excited about reading ye new 4th volume of H. P. LOVECRAFT: COLLECTED FICTION--REVISIONS AND COLLABORATIONS--A VARIORUM EDITION!!!!!!! Among ye lesser items in this collection is "Fragment" by J. Vernon Shea, a fragment in Lovecraft's hand that was found among the J. Vernon Shea papers donated to John Hay Library in 1963. It warms my heart to see Vernon, who was one of my moft-beloved friends, represented in this series. He wou'd have been so proud.

Okay, I am too anxious to begin reading the HPL/CAS book. All plans for ye day are cancel'd...except for nameless dreaming...


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Look Ma, I'm a Lovecraft "Scholar"!!


Yes, indeed--just got a nice wee royalty cheque--for twenty-three cents!! Damn, makes one feel so...professional...

But I also got my cont. copies of Lovecraft Annual No. 11 -- & my essay on "The Thing on the Doorstep" is ye lead article! That just feels surreal, for I have never consider'd myself any kind of Lovecraft "scholar". Ye essay was originally written for a volume in the PS Publishing Illustrated Lovecraft series edited by Pete Von Sholly; but they were unable to use it and so S. T. grabbed it for his magnificent journal of Lovecraft criticism. Here is ye Contents for this new issue:

Personal Tragedy in 'The Thing on the Doorstep', by W. H. Pugmire
Lovecraft's Greek Tragedy, by Duncan Norris
On Lovecraft's Lifelong Relationship with Wonder, by Jan B. W. Pedersen
Some Philological Observations on 'The Horror At Red Hook', by Armen Alexanyan
New York Culture Shock, and a Glimpse of the Future in "He", by Cecelia Drewer
H. P. Lovecraft in "The Sideshow", by S. T. Joshi
Lovecraft and the Argosy, by David E. Schultz
Aristeas and Lovecraft, by Claudio Foti
"All Things Are Noble Which Serve the German State": Nationalism in Lovecraft's "The Temple", by Geza A. G. Reilly
H. P. Lovecraft's Determinism and Atomism Evidence in R. H. Barlow's "The Summons", by Marcos Legaria
Lovecraft and Arrival: The Quest Apocalypse, by Duncan Norris
Letters to the Coryciani, by H. P. Lovecraft
Sinister Showmen and H. P. Lovecraft, by Gavin Callaghan
How to Read Lovecraft, a column by Steven J. Mariconda
Reviews
Briefly Noted

It's a thick 198 pages and is available for $15. Order info be found at www.hippocampuspress.com

Thursday, July 27, 2017

DARBY OGILL The Banchee and Death Coach (Fan made)




When I was a wee child my pa used to freak me out by imitating the Banshee from this film. I wou'd shriek and lock myself in the bathroom. As a weird author, I still find this daemon extremely effective.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

not yet...


I'm in ye mood to write--yet my mind is void of imaginary content, and I don't know where my pen wants to take me. It doesn't feel like writer's block, because if I had any actual ideas for stories I wou'd be working like a mad thing. One thing I usually do when I am confronted with this situation is try to write poetry, and I think I am going to give that a go once I return from driving Ghostboy to his work-place.

But my big aesthetic yen is to begin writing a new series of Sesqua Valley stories. The more I dwell on my creation, the more it seems an endless source of fictive possibilities. And, strangely, seeing that Twin Peaks has been revived also triggers a desire to revive my own valley. I began writing tales of Sesqua Valley in the 1970s, and it was strange and delightful when I watched a tv series that was inspir'd by the same source--North Bend in Washington State. As a kid I wou'd visit North Bend eery summer for two weeks, staying with my cousins, floating down the river on a tire tube, walking along the rail road tracks, and being hypnotized by the site of that amazing mountain.


My relatives actually climbed the mountain--something I never had ye chance to do. But I could sit and gaze on it for hours; and when I decided to write my own Lovecraftian tales, I knew I wanted to invent an eerie, sinister local--as Lovecraft had done when he invented Innsmouth and Dunwich--and base it on North Bend.

I cannot now remember when last I wrote a story about the valley. It is time to return. There is so much more I can investigate about this supernatural vale and its fantastic inhabitants. Ye time has come to make a serious effort.


Friday, June 9, 2017

to be publish'd in August


This is going to be a fabulous edition! Edited by David E. Schultz and S. T. Joshi, with jacket art by David C. Verba, this limited edition hardcover will be 800 pages and include:
Postcard to Clark Ashton Smith from Annhie E. P. Gamwell;
Lovecraft's review of Smith's EBONY AND CRYSTAL extracted from Supernatural Horror in Literature;
"Treader of Obscure Stars" by Clifford Gessler;
In re exhibitions of Smith's artwork from The Boiling Point;
and the following by Clark Ashton Smith:
[Fantasy and Human Experience]
C. A. Smith on Garbage-Mongering"
[Realism and Fantasy]
[On the Forbidden Books]
The Tale of Macrocosmic Horror
[Crossword Puzzles).

Available now at discount price of $65.00 (eventual price $75.00.

The publication of the fifteen-year correspondence of two...titans of weird fiction, H. P. Lovecraft (1890-1937) and Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961) is a landmark event. This mammoth volume, containing 330 letters written between 1922 and 1937, allows an unprecedented glimpse into the lives, minds, and creative instincts of two brilliant writers who lived a continent apart and never met, but who shared a fascination withthe weird and the cosmic and had the highest regard for each other's work.

Lovecraft initiated the correspondence by writing a fan letter to Smith, who in 1922 was already an established poet. A warm exchange of views ensured; and as Lovecraft gained early success in Weird Tales, he urged Smith to send his poetry to the magazine. Smith, meanwhile, repeatedly read Lovecraft's stories in manuscript, and by the late 1920s he himself had begun to write tales of fantasy and science fiction that found ready acceptance in the pulp magazines of the day.

But the two authors were far more than pulp fictioneers. They held profound and at times conflicting views on the nature and purpose of weird fiction: Lovecraft admitted that he was a "prose realist," whereas Smith claimed that "I am far happier when I can create everything in a story." Their discussions on the theory of the weird tale are some of the most illuminating pages in this book.


Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Re: Lovecraft Film Fest 2007 Promo

St. John Ervine's OSCAR WILDE



This is an amusing old video, methinks, in which I brood a wee bit about an overtly-religious fellow's bad attitude toward Oscar Wilde. I have an opposite opinion, feeling that Wilde's sexuality was one of his greatest assets--but then I may think that cos I love being queer meself. The sin of Wilde, for me, was the way he treated his beautiful, loving wife. To see the effect of Wilde's behavior on his children, we have an excellent book by his youngest son, Vyvyan Holland:
I used to borrow this book over again & again from ye library. I always regretted that my own father was not a man who read many books, except for books by leaders of the Mormon Church. In many ways, my dad was a very good father; but we were so different from each other that I spent my childhood avoiding him. Oscar Wilde was, in many ways, a father that a son could not avoid, although during the "Bosie years" he became very distant from his family.

I became enchanted with Oscar Wilde when I saw him portrayed in the 1978 television series. Lillie. where she was portray'd by Francesca Annis. Peter Egan's portrayal of Wilde in that series fascinated me, and as a result I found every biography of Wilde that I could get my hands on in the library. I found that some local shops sold green carnations for St. Paddy's Day, and thus I bought a few and safety-pinned them to my Oscar Wilde jacket. Wilde has influenced my writer's prose style more than anyone else, I think.

I love the video from LILLIE below--except for ye bloody awful pop song that infiltrates its...




Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Eldritch Kickstarter


Oh, my darlings, I am getting SO excited about S. T.'s new anthology forthcoming from Dark Regions Press! Really great Mythos anthologies are a rare thing, and this is one of ye greatest. And now I have learned that my story, "Pickman's Lazuarus" (a story I consider one of my very finest) will have a new illustration created for it if the Kickstarter campaign reaches its first stretch goal by this Friday (May 19th) night. That has me quivering--for one thing I adore is to see my own weird fiction illustrated. It's a strange thing, but an artist's illustration can bring out an aspect of my own tale that I never fully realized mentally, imaginatively.

To support ye kickstarter, go to
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/chrismorey/cthulhu-mythos-books-from-dark-regions-press/

Whoohoo!
I mean Ia fhtagn!!

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Say Whut?


Been sitting here this morning trying to think of a new story beginning, and I found myself muttering, "I just don't know where to begin. I have nothing to say." And that made me smile queerly and laugh a little. I've rarely, to my memory, thought of myself as a writer "with a message"--I have no special wisdom to impart. I see myself as a story-teller, and if my work has any kind of theme it is that of being an Outsider. Sesqua Valley itself, over ye years, has come to represent ye Outsider motif--something or someone who exist outside of normality. "Normality" is a curious idea as far as human mentality is concerned. I suppose, for me, it means those who never have to stop and think about their place in society, because they fit so snugly in ye system. Yet that seems too simple a concept, and people who seem to "fit in" may indeed be monsters, murderers or rapists. 


For me, being an Outsider came from being a gay child; and I didn't know I was a freak until society pointed it out and punish'd me for it. I liked playing with dolls as a kid, and I wou'd innocently carry one of my sister's small dolls in my pants or jacket pocket when I went to grade school. Instead of being told directly that I was weird, grownups would pull me aside and ask things like, "Why do you do that?" or "Why are you like that?" Being sexually ignorant and innocent, I had no idea what "that" was; I knew only that I was bullied for "being a girl." My father punished me once by pushing me into the bathroom and forcing me toi bathe one of my sister's dolls in the sink. This didn't stop me from playing with dolls, it just made me more secretive in doing so. I'm surprised that dolls don't figure more in my weird fiction. 

So I'm gonna stop trying to think of story ideas and go back to my armchair and read. Later, when it begins to warm up, I'll go outside and do a wee bit of yard work. Or maybe I'll really shock myself and begin writing a new wee thing! Perhaps if I watch a video of when I was in a writing mood it may inspire me! Usually, these days, watching my videos just makes me happy that I am no longer able to record yem on YouTube. I behave like such a goon...



Friday, May 5, 2017

Thank ye, Graeme

My buddy Graeme Phillips has been publishing some of my older work in chapbook form as his contribution to the Lovecraftian apa, Esoteric Order of Dagon. He is now going to include ye above poem illustrated by Jeffrey Thomas--but neither Jeff nor I can now remember in whut small press journal it was publish'd! He plans on a print run of just 50 copies, thirty of which need to go to ye EOD; so there will be few to spare, but if he has any extras left over he wou'd like to sell them for five or ten quid @. His email is www.cyaegha@live.co.uk
This new booklet will be entitled Antient Dreams--and he be ye Contents:
Essay
"The Publishers From Beneath" (unpublished; written for The Eldritch Fantaisiste)
Fiction
"Calling to the Hills" (Midnight Shambler 1, Feby 1988)
"Crimson and Clown White" (Version 1--Astral Dimensions 6, August 1977)
"Crimson and Clown White" (Version 2, Imelod 18, October 2001)
"Darkness in an Antient Town" (Imelod Volume 5, issue 17, Autumn/October 2000)
"The Face that Screams" (The Pnakotic Series 1, October 1995)
"Fetch" (Sozoryoku 5, March 1992)
"Her Ghost on Glass" (Fantasy & Terror 12, 1989)
"The Isolated Dead" (Sozoryoku 2, June 1991)
"Mephistopheles" (Scorpia 7, October 1972)
"The Mythos Planet" (Charnel Glyphs #7, February 1979)
"The Seashell" (Version 1, Scorpia 7, October 1972)
"The Spectre of Romance" (Lore 4, Spring 1996)
"Whispering Wires" (Space & Time 20, September 1973 
"The Winds Awaken" (Imelod 18, October 2001)
Poetry
"Blocked" (publisher unknown)
"Deep Mysteries" (Myrddin 2, August 1975)
"The Grin of Death" (Inner Circle 2, 1976)
"Kurt" (The End 3, 1995)
"Martian Dreams" (Beneath Twin Moons, Running Dinosaur Press, 1980)
"My Worms" (Inner Circle 1. 1976)
"November Lust" (with Chad Hensley, Rouge et Noir 3, Fall 1992)
"A Song of Ghastly Joy" (Deathrealm 12, Summer 1990)
"The Succubus Kiss" (The End 5, April 1997)
"Upon a Lonely Hill" (as by "Brant Lundley, a fictional character I based on Brian Lumley!! Ia!!), Visions of Khroyd'hon, Summer 1776)
"Wail" (The End 2, 1994)
"Wild Shoggoths" (cannot recall if it was ever publish'd, written for Bleak December)

Dang! That's a lot of old stuff. I shall have to pinch me nostrils as I peruse it, methinks. I mean, some of it ain't stellar. The opening lines of "My Worms," for example, go something like
"I like worms, indeed I do.
I like them fat, with lots to chew."
oy........


Wednesday, May 3, 2017

New Life for Old Words

"Our very dress makes us grotesques. We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken."
--Oscar Wilde, De Profundis


Some time ago, in 2015, I read over ye manuscript of whut I have often consider'd my finest story--"The Zanies of Sorrow"--and grew alarm'd at whut I consider'd several weaknesses in ye text. Although I had no plan to offer a new version of ye tale to any publisher, I wrote a complete and thorough revision--so thorough that it was in many ways a "new" story. As usual, I sent ye doc to S. T. Joshi, and he so liked it that he felt this new version shou'd indeed be publish'd; & so we submitted it to an editor for a journal he was planning to create, where my tale found acceptance. Well, many small press journals that are plotted do not in ye end materialize, & ye editor/publisher of this new thing has lost interest in bringing it forth. Happily, S. T. is editing a new anthology to be entitled Apostles of the Weird--& he has express'd interest in publishing my tale therein. I am delighted, for nothing pleases me more than having my work appear in a Joshi book. I had hoped to write a new story for the book, but writing is increasingly difficult and I was beginning to fret that I wouldn't have something to offer. Now I need not worry.

Other than that, nothing is going on. I live a quiet life. spending moft of my time here before ye keyboard, answering emails and being goofy on Facebook, or in my armchair, reading and writing and watching Rachel Maddow. As ye can see from ye photo, Rachel is not only a gay
sister--she is a book-lover like me! She also writes book, as I do. 

Now that I have several stories pending appearances in various anthologies, I feel it is time to try and work on, maybe, a new collection, probably one that lacks a theme. There is still a part of me that wants to write a book of stories that are influenced by the fiction of Clark Ashton Smith--but it troubles me that I never seem able to sit down and begin writing such a collection. My plans to collaborate with Jeffrey Thomas on an Enoch Coffin novel have extinguish'd, although I still feel a faint ache to write some of those stories anyway--although I doubt I cou'd do an entire book of such. I'd like to try writing some stories of real length--even though my talent for doing so is faint and such stories are never my best work. 

In ye meantime, I can sit back and relax and enjoy ye publication of stories that will appear this year or early next. Loving publication as I do, that is always something I look forward to.

wishing ye my love,

~~Wilum

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

new interview

There is a new interview with me that is fairly in-depth.
https://frasortsand.wordpress.com/

Sunday, April 23, 2017

only 12 copies left

There are just 12 remaining copies of this magnificent edition of Poe available at Centipede Press. http://www.centipedepress.com -- an edition limited to 500 copies and featuring an Introduction by ye book's editor, S. T. Joshi. It's a massive 800-page, low-cost edition of Poe's finest fiction, with ribbon marker, head and tail bands, cloth binding, with an embossed Poe signature on ye front board. Inside one finds several photographs of Poe, Layout is attractive and text is easy to read.

Even if ye have an old edition of Poe in some dusty pocket of your grim and ghastly chamber, this edition is worth getting, especially at this low price. Although quick thick in size, the tome is not overly weighty and I find it easy to hold as I peruse ye Contents. This is a series of books from Centipede Press that concentrates on whut S. T. considers classics of supernatural fiction, from such early tales as "Metzengerstein" and "Berenice" to masterworks such as "Ligeia" and "The Fall of the House of Usher." Ye jacket is printed on a very sturdy stock and features a photo on the inside-back flap that I don't recall having seen--a rather intense-looking Poe, as if he has been dwelling on dark matters. I have been obsess'd with Poe ever since I first read him (in junior high school) and sat bewitch'd at cinemas watching ye Roger Corman films. Poe haunts much of my fiction, and actually appears as a character in ye novel I penned with David Barker, Witches in Dreamland.



Wednesday, April 19, 2017

H. P. LOVECRAFT'S "THE SHADOW OUT OF TIME" -part one



Let's see if this light blue text on black background works. Oh, yes, easy to read. Strangely, of late I've been missing my ability to record videos on YouTube. I used to be able to go and record/download directly there, but they've changed ye system and made it too difficult for computer-clueless goons like me to easily recird video blogs. Doing videos there was a great outlet for my exhibitionist proclivities and my love of wearing bizarre makeup. 

Things here are slow-going. I'm trying to work up ye energy to begin writing a non-Lovecraftian yarn for one of S. T.'s forthcoming anthologies--but I'm finding it difficult to enter into ye writing zone, to think like a writer and actually begin to weave a story in my head. My first "draft", so to speak, is always a mental outline, where I brood on an idea and try to dream a story in vague inner visuals. I usually don't have a lot of writing energy until I begin to work on a new book--& then I become obsessive and write furiously. But I simply can't begin to work on any new book, or begin to shape what such a book wou'd consist of, what will be its theme or plot motif. This doesn't feel like writer's block--it feels like boredom.

One rather surprising aspect of not writing is that I am feeling very little in the way or beginning work on a book of stories in the Clark Ashton Smith tradition. I wou'd have thought that Smith's fiction, whut I adore, wou'd certainly inspire a new fictive direction and fresh new work--but I simply don't know where to begin inye writing of such tales. In a way, this is a good sign--it's difficult to begin because I'm really trying to do something "different" and "new" compar'd to my old Lovecraftian work. 

I'm not stressing too much about not writing because I have two new books forthcoming--perhaps both to be publish'd this year. They are both utterly Lovecraftian, one being a novel written in collaboration with David Barker and set entirely in Lovecraft's dreamalnds; & ye other being a new, massively-illustrated edition of my finest newer work (stuff that I've written in ye past decade). I think as ye time of publication for those books draws nearer I'll begin to feel that aesthetic fit that results in new stories. 

Hope this finds ye well, my ducks.


Monday, April 17, 2017

new stuff

I cannot now remember if I mention'd in any earlier blog ye new Lovecraftian anthology, The Children of Gla'aki, edited by Brian M. Sammons & Glynn Owen Barrrass for Darl Regions Press. The book contains all-original stories--with ye exception of Ramsey Campbell's "The Inhabitant of the Lake," in which he introduced Gla'aki--by authors such as Orrin Grey, Tom Lynch, Tim Curran, John Langan, Thana Niveau, and many others. My own tale is a wee thing of 2,200 words, in which I bring ye eidolon of this great old one to a lake in Sesqua Valley. I wou'd never have written such a tale if I had not been invited to this anthology, so my story came as a nice surprise to me. 

I have been feeling an ache to write some new Sesqua stories, but writing is bloody difficult these days. I had to bow out of an anthology of stories tied to "Pickman's Model"--I just couldn't come up with an idea, perhaps because I had so thoroughly explor'd the theme in ye story I wrote for S. T.'s forthcoming anthology, The Red Brain. I have agreed to write a new weird tale for a non-Lovecraftian book that S. T. has started to work on--and hopefully because my tale will not be Lovecraftian I can come up with an original and interesting idea. 

Here's some old videos I did concerning ye creation of Sesqua.


Saturday, April 1, 2017

Re: The Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen



Sometimes I miss ye exhibitionist thrill of recording videos on YouTube, where they changed their policy so that one can no longer record vids directly at ye site. I used YouTube in a number of ways, moftly to review books or plug my own writing. YouTube was like a filmed journal, and I sometimes go back and watch my old videos so as to remember aspects of my past. Because I have, since childhood, had a "thing" about makeup and dressing up, recording my own video blogs gave me a superb outlet for creating weird looks. I've mellow'd a lot with old age, & now I rarely take the trouble to do makeup (it can be a lot of work, and I'm lazy...). There was a time, decades ago, when I wouldn't leave the house unless I was completely made up in punk drag. Influenced by Quentin Crisp, I felt a need to "announce to the world" what I was, shew yem ye essence of my transvestite soul. Then I realized that "the world" couldn't care less.

Friday, March 31, 2017

"Fungi from Yuggoth" part VI, by H.P. Lovecraft - creepypasta audiobook ...



I am consum'd with reading FUNGI FROM YUGGOTH--AN ANNOTATED EDITION, recently publish'd by Hippocampus Press. The book is edited and annotated by David E. Schultz, and for it ye brilliant Jason C. Eckhardt has created an illustration for each of Lovecraft's sonnets. The book also reproduces Lovecraft's original manuscript of the poem, & looking at it one can again sympathize with those brave editors who work on Lovecraft's texts.

Besides the sonnets and annotations, the book includes a fifty-page essay, "Dim Essences: The Origin of Fungi from Yuggoth. There are five appendixes: "Notes for Additional Sonnets," "The Book" [HPL's prose rendition of the sequence, which he never completed], "Chronology of Appearances of Fungi from Yuggoth," "Textual Variants," "The Musical Compositions of Harold S. Farnese.

I feel a potent "connection" to Fungi from Yuggoth because it inspir'd me to write "Some Unknown Gulf of Night," my prose-poem sequence that will be included in my forthcoming collection from Centipede Press at ye end of this year. Looking over this book to-day has me determin'd to write two or four new sonnets, as I need to print up two or four more pages for my new contribution to ye Esoteric Order of Dagon Amateur Press Association
Wish me luck with me Muse, my ducks.


Sunday, March 5, 2017

Judy Garland - The Man That Got Away (A Star Is Born, 1954)



Every time I watch this I get chills. I knew this rendition, first, as a child, when I would spend my chores money on 2nd hand records of musical comedies and movies such as this. Powerful as the performance is as a recording, nothing could prepare me for the power evident in the cinematic presentation. The power, passion, and poignancy of that singing voice has never been equaled.

Friday, February 10, 2017

hooray!

"Dreams in the Witch House" is a fascinating story, although many modern scholars dismiss it as one of Lovecraft's "failures"; and, for me, part of the tale's fascination comes from HPL's treatment of occult stereotypes: the witch hag, the Black Man of ye Sabboath, the familiar, &c &c. I remember how shocked I was, when I first read ye tale as a young lad, by the extreme violence and gore of its conclusion. I loved Lovecraft's fiction for its mood and dreamy atmosphere, having no taste for blood-&-guts horror (as perhaps my own fiction shews). I've been enchanted with the idea of beihng a witch since early childhood, and my elder sister and I identified as witches when we were young children. I used to stage "voodoo" rituals in my bedroom for neighborhood boys when I was a kid, dancing evocatively around my bedroom as I played Yma Sumac 45's on ye phonograph. My grandparents had bought me a knife when they visited Germany, ye handle of witch was a goat hoof, and that seemed a perfect ritual tool. 

I've depicted a number of witches in my weird fiction, and thus it delighted me when my charming collaborator David Barker wrote en entire novel concerning witches in H. P. Lovecraft's dreamlands. The novel was originally to be publish'd by Dark Regions Press, who publish'd my other collaborations with David; but they recently passed on the new novel, and so I offer'd it to Derrick Hussey at Hippocampus Press. S. T. Joshi, who assists Derrick in selection of projects, ad read and praised the novel, and went out of his way to copy edit the entire text. They have many other books to bring forth before they can get to WITCHES, so the book may have to9 wait until next year to see publication.

Below is a photo of me at work at the Jones Fantastic Museum in the 1960's. Mine was a rather unimaginative "traditional" approach to ye witch image.