The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Artists and Animals #77


Howard Phillips Lovecraft and a feline companion.

5 comments :

jim smith said...

Gee, good ole Lovecraft. A real barrel o' laughs that guy was. Hope the cat was safe. Jim

Melicia said...

I think he is holding the cat a little too tight around the neck...

DungeonMaster20 said...

cthulu cat.

Nathan said...

Don't worry guys, I have it on authority that seconds after this picture was taken the cat flew off to Saturn.

vilstef said...

L Sprague DeCamp makes clear in his Lovecraft bio that HP was certainly misanthropic, but had a soft spot for cats. . . Probably somewhere in a disused cellar or his back yard.