ides of march

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the star-winds laden with funghi of yuggoth

''dear a.w.:--what you say of the fascination of autumn is very true--and i have always felt it despite the menace of physical discomfort it brings ... the woods, the fields, the hillside orchards laden with fruit, the fields of sheaved corn, the old stone walls overgrown with flaming vines, ... at this second i am sitting on an old new england stone wall under an ancient elm, with a squirrel chattering nearby and a lovely profusion of poison ivy [to which i am oddly immune despite a cuticular hypersensitiveness in other directions] climbing among the mossy rocks. ... it has been this way for 250 years--and may the gods keep it so [by virtue of ownership by large, conservative institutions] as many more.''

h.p.lovecraft, selected letters--iii. arkham house.

 

 

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landscape piece

james ferdinand morton
pattern of predictable precision
may 15, 1930 thursday.

''god i swoon! i swoon with the conciousness of compleat and culminant beauty! ia! shubniggurath! yogsothoth!!!! i have seen maymont!!!!!! ...

''you are no doubt sensible, from many observations of mine, that to me the quality of utter, perfect beauty assumes two supreme incarnations or adumbrations. one the sight of mystical city towers and roofs out lined against a sunset and glimps'd from a fairly distant baulstrade terrace.

''and the other, the experience of walking [or as in most of my dreams, aerially floating] thro' aethereal and enchanted gardens of exotick delicacy and opulance, with carved stone bridges, labyrinthine walks, marble fountains, terraces and staircases, strange pagodas, hillside grottoes, curious statues, termini, sundials, benches, basins, and lanthorns, lily'd pools of swans and streams with tiers of waterfalls, spreading gingko-trees and drooping, feathery willows, and sun-touched flowers of a bizarre, klarkash-tonick pattern never beheld on sea or land ...

''well, by god, sir, call me an aged lier or not--i vow i have actually found the garden of my earliest dreams--and in no other city than richmond home of my beloved poe! maymont! i shall dream of little else all the few remaining days of my long life!!--

raptorously thine--
theobaldus.

h.p.lovecraft, selected letters.

maymont estate.

night of the night-gaunts

dear miss bonner:--
4th may 1936
the garden house
1, ely's court
providence plantation

''no--we are never scarred of the dark now, though we used to be prior to 1895 or'96. our grandfather cured us of the tendancy by daring us [when our years numbered approximately five] to walk through certain chains of dark rooms in the fairly capacious old home at 454 angell.

''little by little our hardihood increased--and by the time we graduated from the fully-inhabited 2nd floor to the merely servant--and--store--and--guest--room occupied 3rd floor, we were reasonably hard-boiled so far as the amorphous entities of shadow were concerned.

''actual nightmares though, were another story, we still have one or two per year--though even the worst is pallid beside the real 1896 product. i invented the name of night-gaunts for the things i dreamed of in 96 and 97.''

yr. most oblig'd and obt. servt,
h.p.lovecraft 3rd asst under-secy--k.a.t.

h.p.lovecraft, selected letters.

autumn poison

''dear a.w.:--what you say of the fascination of autumn is very true--and i have always felt it despite the menace of physical discomfort it brings ... the woods, the fields, the hillside orchards laden with fruit, the fields of sheaved corn, the old stone walls overgrown with flaming vines, ... at this second i am sitting on an old new england stone wall under an ancient elm, with a squirrel chattering nearby and a lovely profusion of poison ivy [to which i am oddly immune despite a cuticular hypersensitiveness in other directions] climbing among the mossy rocks. ... it has been this way for 250 years--and may the gods keep it so [by virtue of ownership by large, conservative institutions] as many more.''


h.p.lovecraft, selected letters--iii.