Imaginary Docks
@ImaginaryDocks
Ogni volta che guardo il tuo viso, vedo un giardino in paradiso.
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Mart 2022 tarihinde katıldı
Nyarlathotep (from "Fungi From Yuggoth")
"And at the last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom the fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throngs pressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That wild beasts followed him and licked his hands.
Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould in play,
The idiot Chaos blew Earth’s dust away."
H. P. Lovecraft
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Her zamanki gibi harika hikayeler. Ancak normalde bir inceleme yazmayı düşünmüyorken, sadece "The Thing On The Doorstep" adlı öyküyü şiddetle tavsiye etmek için dümenden bir inceleme yazayım dedim. Evet, dümenden. İnceleme değil. Bu hikayeyi okuyun. Kozmik korku korkunun en güzel hali. Adamda acayip hayal gücü var ya. Hani sadece çok iyi bir betimleme gücüyle olayları ve kişileri/varlıkları anlatma değil, kurgular da harika. Eyvallah Lovecraft.
Unsettling, suits the purpose.
“My brain! My brain! God, Dan—it’s tugging—from beyond—knocking—clawing—that she-devil—even now—Ephraim—Kamog! Kamog!—The pit of the shoggoths—Iä! Shub-Niggurath! The Goat with a Thousand Young! . . .
“The flame—the flame . . . beyond body, beyond life . . . in the earth . . . oh, God! . . .”
What he did do was to become an almost fanatical devotee of subterranean magical lore, for which Miskatonic’s library was and is famous. Always a dweller on the surface of phantasy and strangeness, he now delved deep into the actual runes and riddles left by a fabulous past for the guidance or puzzlement of posterity. He read things like the frightful Book of Eibon, the Unaussprechlichen Kulten of von Junzt, and the forbidden Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred, though he did not tell his parents he had seen them.
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