A Personal Translation

Since the mad poet who owned those verses :

That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.

..Was Arabic, I thought of an Arabic translation. Here is it roughly:

لَاتَحْسَبَنَّ مَيِّتاً مَا يَرْقُُدُ ٱلْْأَبَدِيَّة.
 مََعَ ٱلْخَلَقِ ٱلْعَجَب، حتََّى ٱلْمَوْتُ تَتَوَفَّاهُ ٱلْمَنِيَّة

Cthulhu fhtagn

In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.

----H. P. Lovecraft

It doesn't matter if you play it nice

Cthulhu Chick has one of the most complete compilations of Lovecraft stories for free.

Lovecraft started writing those stories with no apparent if not a faint connection, a certain thematic or words that come back here and there, some similarities of events and some unintended hints. But I've never felt he actually did it on purpose. I don't see in my head Lovecraft sitting on a desk, elaborating this big entangled scheme where he gradually introduces his readers to the Aeons of his imagination. And I love him for that.

Here he is, writing different stories for magazines or amateur journalism. Then, it all seems to converge to a phenomenal dynamic of a universe that he didn't bother elaborate on. This too leaves a certain mystery and a mist of doubts and unknown that makes it still relevant and fascinating, which is the case of Final Fantasy VII except that Square Enix is trying its hard to milk this cow and sorry for bringing up this. Out of context.

You'd think that the punishment and the unknown will fall upon the Earth but Lovecraft made it crawl from within the ground, which was -and I believe it is still the case - a mindbreak. You look outside for the enemy and you don't bother checking within until it's too late or you get smart before.

 Dagon

Sadistic powerful insane and indifferent Aeons sleeping in the deep rotten insides of their shelters waiting for Cthulhu to rise from R'lyeh from his deep slumber and unleash them on mankind. The rare people who have witnessed a ray from the distant gruesome stars turn mad, get killed, disappear or kill themselves.

The Mad Arabic Poet

Original title Al Azif—azif being the word used by Arabs to designate that nocturnal sound (made by insects) suppos’d to be the howling of daemons.

      Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad poet of Sanaá, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period of the Ommiade caliphs, circa 700 A.D. 

He visited the ruins of Babylon and the subterranean secrets of Memphis and spent ten years alone in the great southern desert of Arabia—the Roba el Khaliyeh or “Empty Space” of the ancients—and “Dahna” or “Crimson” desert of the modern Arabs, which is held to be inhabited by protective evil spirits and monsters of death.

Of this desert many strange and unbelievable marvels are told by those who pretend to have penetrated it. In his last years Alhazred dwelt in Damascus, where the Necronomicon (Al Azif) was written, and of his final death or disappearance (738 A.D.) many terrible and conflicting things are told. He is said by Ebn Khallikan (12th cent. biographer) to have been seized by an invisible monster in broad daylight and devoured horribly before a large number of fright-frozen witnesses. Of his madness many things are told. 

He claimed to have seen fabulous Irem, or City of Pillars, and to have found beneath the ruins of a certain nameless desert town the shocking annals and secrets of a race older than mankind. He was only an indifferent Moslem, worshipping unknown entities whom he called Yog-Sothoth and Cthulhu.

---H. P. Lovecraft

A Lovecraftian Ode

YeY! Lovecraft Marathon finally!

The Call of Cthulhu

That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.

-----Call of Cthulhu

With all the talking over Stephen King, his admiration of Lovecrat and Rowling, my admiration of all of them, I decided I wanted to go through Lovecraft again. N. doesn't want to for now: dude is busy with Game Of Thrones and as much as it irritates me that he's giving precious reading time to Martin's puke, at least he's reading and he's enjoying it and making some fellow read as well, fellows that I think didn't even go completely through the syllabus' books.

Stephen King on Twilight, 50 Shades of Grey, Lovecraft and more

We spent the early evening watching this conference and discussing how awful Meyer's books are, how awesome Rowlings' are, how magnificent King is and how much I love Lovecraft and goddamn N. PLEASE DROP THE GOT AND GRAB THE LOVECRAFTS!