On to the Next

Honestly, I have no idea why I haven't read more of HP Lovecraft's work. The man is brilliant. I love him and hate him at the same time. He has such a way with the English language that is so beautifully poetic and gruesome at the same time.

• "He dropped the electric torch from a hand drained of muscular power or nervous coordination, nor heeded the sound of crunching teeth which told of its fate at the bottom of the pit. He screamed and screamed and screamed in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintance of his would ever have recognized; and though he could not rise to his feet he crawled and rolled desperately away from the damp pavement where dozens of Tartarean wells poured forth their exhausted whining and yelping to answer his own insane cries." - "The Case of Charles Dexter Ward"

At the same time, many of his stories go as such: "Blah, blah, blah, it was so awful and horrible, I can't even begin to describe it..." -.- Needless to say, Yog-Blogsoth became my visual guide.

Yeah, I'm definitely planning on reading more Lovecraft in the future.

In the meantime, though...

The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson

Oh, hell yeah! H. H. Holmes! Historical novel about America's "first" (read: see the Harpe Brothers) serial killer?? I'm in!

Mellow Music Monday

"Bullet In My Hand" by Redlight King

Shadows

The Pond - Moonlight taken by Edward Steichen

"I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness." 

- From Beyond by H.P. Lovecraft.

There's Hell to Pay

"Bartholomew" by The Silent Comedy

Did anyone see the Hatfields & McCoys thing on the History channel a week or so ago? And if you did, was it good? Starting to seriously think about watching it, if I can find it. 

This Month's Reading

Waking Up Screaming by H.P. Lovecraft. 

Childhood

The Soul of a Horse taken by Peter Thomann

Gah, this hits me right in the emotions. I remember riding horses as a child on my parent's ranch. Fun times, those were. Unfortunately, ranch was sold and the horses too. I miss those days. There's nothing more free than the open country. Very peaceful and quiet too, when the wind isn't blowing. All part of living in Texas. I remember I used to think when I was older I would take over the ranch to keep it alive and in the family, but that obviously didn't happen. Now I'm living in the city and have no idea what goes on over there. 

When it would snow, we would go out and find a hill and sled all afternoon. Once I ran into my sister while she was standing at the base. I bet she remembers. Once we tried snowboarding, but it didn't work out so well. The hills weren't steep enough and the snow wasn't thick enough to protect us from the huge rocks underneath. I had a bruise the size of a softball on my thigh for the next few days. One of the last times it snowed before we moved, we took the top off a water tank (they kind of look like this) and tied it to a four wheeler. Needless to say, sharp turns and deep ditches make it hard to hold on.

Summers kind of sucked due to the heat, but the nights were wonderful and stargazing was magnificent. There, Orion became my favorite constellation and swimming became my favorite pastime. I'm pretty sure I have cancer from spending so much time outside. Hide and seek was amazing and the cats were constantly multiplying. There were Indian bones in the creek beds and snapping turtles in the ponds. There were wild berry bushes and yucca plants that would randomly catch on fire (I've never figured that one out). There were cattle brandings in the spring and harvesting in the fall. We had our own tiny landfill, and I'm pretty sure there was also a ghost in the attic, but no one ever said anything about it. 

I really, really fucking miss those days. 

Yep. Right in the emotions. 

On a side note, my reading list just grew by five books.