stars made right

starry wisdom in the anagraphic manuscripts.

'' there had been aeons when other things ruled on the earth, ... they all died vast epochs of time before man came,but there were arts which could revive them when the stars come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity ... when the stars were right, they could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, they could not live. but although they no longer lived, they would never really die. they all lay in stone houses in their great city of r'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for them. ...

'' in the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed old ones in dreams, but had then something had happened. the great stone city r'leyeh, with its monoliths and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; ... but memory never died, and high-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

 

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lullaby for cthulhu

sandiego filk-cultist

"they worshipped so they said, the great old ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. those old ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died.

 

"this was that cult, and the prisoners said it had always existed and always would exist, hidden in distant wastes and dark places all over the world until the time when the great priest cthulhu, from his dark house in the mighty city of r'lyeh under the waters, should rise and bring the earth again beneath his sway. some day he would call, and the secret cult would always be waiting to liberate him."

 

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

 

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cult of c(thul)hu

''they worshiped , so they said, the great old ones who lived ages before there were any men, and who came to the young world out of the sky. those old ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea; but their dead bodies had told their secrets in dreams to the first men, who formed a cult which had never died. ...

''those first men formed the cult around small idols which the great ones shewed them; idols brought in dim aeras from dark stars. ... meanwhile the cult, by approriate rites, must keep the memory of those ancient ways and shadow forth the prophesy of their return.''

h.p.lovecraft; the call of cthulhu.

starry positions

stars over r'leyeh via notcothulhu.


''they worshipped so they said the great old ones who lived ages before there where any man, and who came to the young world out of the sky. those old ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea ... mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of earth, for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few. but these were not the great old ones. no man had ever seen the old ones. ...

'' there had been aeons when other things ruled on the earth, ... they all died vast epochs of time before man came,but there were arts which could revive them when the stars come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity ... when the stars were right, they could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, they could not live. but although they no longer lived, they would never really die. they all lay in stone houses in their great city of r'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for them. ...

'' in the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed old ones in dreams, but had then something had happened. the great stone city r'leyeh, with its monoliths and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; ... but memory never died, and high-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

low-pulp tentacles

'' if i say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human charicature, i shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing ... a pulpy tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful ... ''


h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

body of mythos

spirit of the thing via lovecraft's legacy for may 11, 2012.

''the bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six inches in area; obviously of modern origin. its designs however were far from modern in atmosphere and suggestion; ... it seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster of a form which only a diseased fancy could conceive.


''if i say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human charicature, i shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing ... a pulpy tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful ... ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu 


''not only can the yogi experiance the vagus nerve in and of itself, but by means of neurological connections to the vision area of the brain at the back of the skull, he or she can even visualize the nerve... is such a visualization a myth? and if so, what myth is it? our answer is that it is not a single myth but refers to an entire genre of myth; slaying the kraken, or, sea monster. ... it is a description of the brain and its twelve cranial nerves. the myth of the kraken, whose many tentacles reach deep into the viscera, is a description of the struggle with the vagus nerve.''

j nigro sansonese, the body of myth.

nameless mesostic

''now and then the less organized ululation would cease, and from what seemed a well-drilled chorus of hoarse voices would rise in sing-song chant that hideous phrase or ritual: "ph'nglui mqlw'nafh cthulhu r'lyeh wgah'nagl phtagn."

''no one could read the old writing now. but things were told by word of mouth. the chanted ritual was not the secret--that was never spoken aloud, only whispered. the chant meant only this: " in his house at r'lyeh dead cthulhu waits dreaming." ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.
mesostic at wikinomicon.


     shaPes                  theM        resurreCt         wateRs                 Would              oF
         tHe                      aGain               The            fuLl                 aGain                tHe            
          Not                  cycLe               cHosen       mYstery           stArs               iniTiate
          Great                   When            bUt               Even             rigHt                 reAd
         oLd                  pluNge                rLyeh         tHought      am liNks        strollinG
came,bUt                     stArs             witH                                     mArch               iN
       whIch                    oF                   sUnk                            throuGh
                                     H                                                        deathLess

 the dreaded mesostomaticon of euph0r1a.

apotropaic music

'' they worshipped so they said the great old ones who lived ages before there where any man, and who came to the young world out of the sky. those old ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea ... mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of earth, for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few. but these were not the great old ones. no man had ever seen the old ones. ...

'' there had been aeons when other things ruled on the earth, ... they all died vast epochs of time before man came,but there were arts which could revive them when the stars come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity ... when the stars were right, they could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, they could not live. but although they no longer lived, they would never really die. they all lay in stone houses in their great city of r'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for them. ...

'' in the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed old ones in dreams, but had then something had happened. the great stone city r'leyeh, with its monoliths and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; and deep waters, full of the one primal mystery through which not even thought can pass, had cut off the spectral intercourse. but memory never died, and high-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. ''

 h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

body of mythos

''no book had ever really hinted of it. though the deathless chinamen said the there were double meanings in the necronomicon of the mad arab abdul alhazred which the initiated might read as they chose, especially the much-discussed couplet; "that is not dead which, can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die."''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

cultus aeternus

''my knowledge of the thing began in the winter of 1926-27 with the death of my grand-uncle george gammell angell, professor emeritus of semetic languages in brown university, providence, rhode island. ... locally, interest was intensified by the obscurity of the cause of death. the professor had been stricken whilst returning from the new-port boat; falling suddenly, as witnesses said, after having been jostled by a nautical-looking negro who had come from one of the queer dark courts on the precipitous hillside which formed a short cut from the waterfront to the deceased's home in williams street, ...

''as my grand-uncles heir and executor, for he died a childless widower, i was expected to go over his papers with some thoroughness; and for that purpose moved his entire set of files and boxes to my quarters in boston , ... but there was one box i found exceedingly puzzling, and which i felt averse from shewing to other eyes. for what could be the meaning of the queer clay bas-relief and the disjointed jottings, ramblings, and writings which i found? ... the bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six inches in area; obviously of modern origins. ... it seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster, of a form only a diseased fancy could conceive. ... the writing accompanying this oddity was, aside from a stack of press cuttings, in professor angell's most recent hand; and made no pretence to literary style. what seemed to be the main document was headed "cthulhu cult" in characters painstakingly printed to avoid the erroneous reading of a word so unheard-of. ...

''the matter of the cult still remained to facinate me, and at times i had visions of personal fame from researches into the origins and connexions ... for i felt sure that i was on the track of a very real, very secret, and very ancient religion whose discovery would make me an anthropologist of note. ... one thing i began to suspect, and which i now fear i know, is that my uncle's death was far from natural. ... i think professor angell died because he knew too much, or because he was likely to learn too much, whether i shall go as he did remains to be seen, for i have learned much now. ...

''if heaven ever wishes to grant me a boon, it will be a total effacing of the results of a mere chance which fixed my eyes on a certain stray piece of shelf-paper. ... i had largely given over my inquiries into what professor angell called the "cthulhu cult", and was visiting a learned friend in paterson, new jersey; the curator of a local museum and a mineralogist of note. examining one day the reserve specimens roughly set on the storage shelves in a rear room of the museum, my eye was caught by an odd picture in one of the old papers spread beneath the stones. ... the picture was a half-tone cut of a hideous stone image. ...

''eagerly clearing the sheet of its precious contents, i scanned the item in detail; and i carefully tore it out for immediate action. it read as follows. [mystery derelict found at sea vigilant arrives with helpless armed new zealand yacht in tow. one survivor and dead man found aboard. tale of desperate battle and death at sea. rescued seaman refuses particulars of strange experiance. odd idol found in his possesion inquiry to follow.]

''here were new treasuries of data on the cthulhu cult, ... what was the unknown island on which six of the emma's crew had died, and about which the mate johansen was so secretive? ... i was now resolved to visit mate johansen in oslo ... i made the brief trip by taxicab, and knocked with palpitant heart at the door of a neat and ancient building with plastered front, a sad faced woman in black answered my summons, and i was stung with disappointment when she told me in halting english that gustaf johansen was no more. he had not survived his return, said his wife, for the doings at sea in 1925 had broken him. ... during a walk through a narrow lane near the gothenburg docks, a bundle of papers falling from an attic window had knocked him down. ...

''i now felt gnawing at my vitals that dark terror which will never leave me till i too am at rest; "accidentally" or otherwise. ... but i do not think my life will be long. as my uncle went, as poor johansen went, so i shall go, i know too much, and the cult still lives.''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

star bright star right

'' they worshipped so they said the great old ones who lived ages before there where any man, and who came to the young world out of the sky. those old ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea ... mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of earth, for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few. but these were not the great old ones. no man had ever seen the old ones. ...

'' there had been aeons when other things ruled on the earth, ... they all died vast epochs of time before man came,but there were arts which could revive them when the stars come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity ... when the stars were right, they could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, they could not live. but although they no longer lived, they would never really die. they all lay in stone houses in their great city of r'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for them. ...

'' in the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed old ones in dreams, but had then something had happened. the great stone city r'leyeh, with its monoliths and sepulchres, had sunk beneath the waves; ... but memory never died, and high-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

astro-star lamp at notcothulhu.

a little nearer

[i]'' who knows the end? what has risen many sink, and what has sunk may rise. loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of man ... [ii] i dream of a day when they may rise above the billows ... of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium. the end is near ...''

h.p.lovecraft, [i]the call of cthulhu, [ii]dagon.

the body of mythos

''the bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six inches in area; obviously of modern origin. its designs however were far from modern in atmosphere and suggestion; ... it seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster of a form which only a diseased fancy could concieve.


''if i say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human charicature, i shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing ... a pulpy tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful ... ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu


''not only can the yogi experiance the vagus nerve in and of itself, but by means of neurological connections to the vision area of the brain at the back of the skull, he or she can even visualize the nerve... is such a visualization a myth? and if so, what myth is it? our answer is that it is not a single myth but refers to an entire genre of myth; slaying the kraken, or, sea monster. ... it is a description of the brain and its twelve cranial nerves. the myth of the kraken, whose many tentacles reach deep into the viscera, is a description of the struggle with the vagus nerve.''

j nigro sansonese, the body of myth.

because the stars say so ...

'' they worshipped so they said the great old ones who lived ages before there where any man, and who came to the young world out of the sky. those old ones were gone now, inside the earth and under the sea ... mankind was not absolutely alone among the conscious things of earth, for shapes came out of the dark to visit the faithful few. but these were not the great old ones. no man had ever seen the old ones. ...

'' there had been aeons when other things ruled on the earth, ... they all died vast epochs of time before man came,but there were arts which could revive them when the stars come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity ... when the stars were right, they could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, they could not live. but although they no longer lived, they would never really die. they all lay in stone houses in their great city of r'lyeh, preserved by the spells of mighty cthulhu for a glorious resurrection when the stars and the earth might once more be ready for them. ...

'' in the elder time chosen men had talked with the entombed old ones in dreams, but had then something had happened. the great stone city r'leyeh, with its monoliths and sepulchres , had sunk beneath the waves; ... but memory never died, and high-priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

s.latitude 47d 9', w.longitude 126d 43'47

'' a coast line of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth's supreme terror--the nightmare corpse-city of r'lyeh, that was built in measureless aeons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the dark stars. ...

'' i suppose that only a single mountain-top, the hideous monolith-crowned citadel whereon great cthulhu was buried actually emerged from the waters. when i think of the extent of all that may be brooding down there i almost wish to kill myself forthwith. ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

body of mythos

'' there is a sense of spectral whirling through liquid gulfs of infinity, of dizzying rides through reeling universes on a comet's tail, and of hysterical plunges from the pit to the moon, and from the moon back again to the pit, all livened by a cachinnating chorus of the distorted, hilarious elder gods and the green, bat-winged mocking imps of tartarus. ''

hp.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

flowers of summer

'' the most merciful thing in the world, i think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. we live in on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant to be that we should voyage far. the sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but someday the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and saftey of a new dark age. ...

'' the time would be easy to know, for then mankind would have become as the great old ones; free and wild and beyond good and evil, with laws and morals thrown aside and all men shouting and killing and revelling in joy. ... and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom. ... i shall never sleep calmly again when i think of the horrors that lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, ... wherein is pieced together that which i hope may never be pieced together again. ...

'' i have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. ... who knows the end? loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men, a time will come-but i must not and cannot think.''

i: flowers of summer at zefrank.

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu.

doom without end

[i]'' who knows the end? what has risen many sink, and what has sunk may rise. loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of man ... [ii] i dream of a day when they may rise above the billows ... of a day when the land shall sink, and the dark ocean floor shall ascend amidst universal pandemonium. the end is near ...''

h.p.lovecraft, [i]the call of cthulhu, [ii]dagon.

the body of mythos

'' the bas-relief was a rough rectangle less than an inch thick and about five by six inches in area; obviously of modern origin. its designs however were far from modern in atmosphere and suggestion; ... it seemed to be a sort of monster, or symbol representing a monster of a form which only a diseased fancy could concieve.


'' if i say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus, a dragon, and a human charicature, i shall not be unfaithful to the spirit of the thing ... a pulpy tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body with rudimentary wings; but it was the general outline of the whole which made it most shockingly frightful ... ''

h.p.lovecraft, the call of cthulhu