Superman vs. Lovecraftian Thing. Via Gravity Lens.
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Showing posts with label H.P. Lovecraft. Show all posts
Monday, November 02, 2009
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Gerry Canavan
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8:43 PM
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Labels: Cthulhu, H.P. Lovecraft, Superman
Monday, December 08, 2008
We should also consider the predominant theme in most of Howard’s original tales: the triumph of barbarism over civilization. Howard saw a certain noble beauty in the simple ways of the barbarian, and considered them superior to the decadence of the civilized world (he and H.P. Lovecraft actually exchanged a series of renowned letters that debated the virtues of barbarism vs. civilization). Conan was by no means a philosopher or a man of deep thoughts, but when the story came back to Howard’s predominant theme, Conan proved himself more than capable of elucidating his thoughts on what he wished from life. Conan was never stupid; he lived life through his body as opposed to his mind because that’s what appealed to him. When he needed to use his mind though, he was more than up to the task. Obviously, in his later years, when he became king, necessity demanded he modify his ways, but as we witness in “Phoenix on the Sword,” the barbarian is always lurking just beneath the surface.A brief history of Conan. Via MeFi.
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Gerry Canavan
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12:19 PM
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Labels: barbarism, civilization, Conan, H.P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard
Friday, August 15, 2008
Selections from H.P. Lovecraft's brief tenure as a Whitman's Sampler copywriter.
Coconut Creme Swirl
They say that the Coconut Creme Swirl sleeps. But if the dread Coconut Creme Swirl slumbers, surely it must also dream. It is certain that while it dozes the Coconut Creme Swirl is absorbed by terrifying visions of exacting its creamy tropical vengeance upon mankind! Consume the Coconut Creme Swirl before it awakens to consume you!
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Gerry Canavan
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8:41 PM
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Labels: H.P. Lovecraft, McSweeney's
Friday, December 28, 2007
Boing Boing links to Terminus, a short film from Canada's Trevor Cawood about the oppressive, self-alienating quality of contemporary life that wonderfully fuses the Lovecraftian with the Kafkaesque.
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Gerry Canavan
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3:09 PM
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Labels: film, H.P. Lovecraft, kafkaesque, Terminus