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If you look at Polaris

still the Pole Star leers down from the same place in the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey. Sometimes, when it is cloudy, I can sleep.

you might see The Colour Out of Space,

The colour, […] was almost impossible to describe; and it was only by analogy that they called it colour at all.

and hear The Music of Erich Zann.

Louder and louder, wilder and wilder, mounted the shrieking and whining of that desperate viol. The player was dripping with an uncanny perspiration and twisted like a monkey, always looking frantically at the curtained window. In his frenzied strains I could almost see shadowy satyrs and Bacchanals dancing and whirling insanely through seething abysses of clouds and smoke and lightning. And then I thought I heard a shriller, steadier note that was not from the viol; a calm, deliberate, purposeful, mocking note from far away in the west.

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redhorsejacket@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
Heh, glad someone else immediately thought, “Well, that’s Lovecraftian”. Also, man, I should dust off my collection of his fiction. Abominable human being, but his writing sure is evocative, if a touch on the purple side.

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- Enkrod@feddit.org ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
  Yeah, no bad writer, great writing. I never realized how immensely quotable and eloquent short excerpts of his works are, until I looked up those specific quotes.
  
  If the sculptured maps and pictures in that pre-human city had told truly, these cryptic violet mountains could not be much less than 300 miles away; yet none the less sharply did their dim elfin essence jut above that remote and snowy rim, like the serrated edge of a monstrous alien planet about to rise into unaccustomed heavens. Their height, then, must have been tremendous beyond all known comparison—carrying them up into tenuous atmospheric strata peopled by such gaseous wraiths as rash flyers have barely lived to whisper of after unexplainable falls. Looking at them, I thought nervously of certain sculptured hints of what the great bygone river had washed down into the city from their accursed slopes—and wondered how much sense and how much folly had lain in the fears of those Old Ones who carved them so reticently.
  
  The language is just… sublime, his vocabulary is such a vast vessel that I - as a non-native speaker - am happy enough to understand when read but will likely never be able to command myself.
  
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  - Texas_Hangover@lemmy.radio ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
    Overly long-winded if you ask me.
    
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    Enkrod@feddit.org ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
    You’re from the US?
    
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  - Hadriscus@jlai.lu ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
    Yea I dig it too
    
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