Posts Tagged ‘Lovecraft’
free . to . choose
November 30th, 2008
free . to . choose, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.
free . to . choose, originally uploaded by s t e r n f a h r e r.
There’s a hum in the air. I’m sure I can hear it. I can feel it. It’s so loud, it hurts my mind. I’m numb, I can’t take my mind off it, I don’t know what to do about it. No one can help me. No one else can even hear it. I’m writing this down. In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of notime, with no thought in my head. Only the humming in the air around me, and footsteps approaching.
Who is it? I can’t see. It’s dark. “Who is it!?”, I shout. The darkness laughs back in silence. Am I awake, or is this a dream? What does it mean, to be awake, if this is being awake? What does it mean to be dreaming, if this is a dream? If this is a dream, whose dream is it? It can’t be mine. It must be someone else’s dream. But how can that be? Can you be awake, can you be aware, in someone else’s dream?
The mind shudders to accept what should not be.
A light approaches. No. It’s not approaching. It’s fading away. Should I follow? I’m afraid. Being in the darkness for so long I now fear the light. Do I stay here and wait? Do I follow the light?
I move towards it. The hum grows stronger. Am I doing the right thing? The hum reverberates in my head. The light dancing on my eyes breathes new horror with each flicker. But it’s all in my mind. I’m sure I have to follow this light. I walk.
There’s a door, made of blinding light. I walk through. It’s light everywhere. Bright, white, blinding light. I keep walking. I look around, I look back. There’s nothing there. It’s all light now. Only a speck of darkness in all of it. The dark door from which I emerged.
The humming starts again. It dawns on me then. I am lost.
Tags: dostoevsky, existentialism, Friedman, ideas, life, Lovecraft, nature of choice, Nietzsche, philosophy
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and I am become death, the destroyer of Worlds July 12th, 2008
“This life as you live it now and have lived it, you will have to live again and again, times without number, and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and all the unspeakably small and great in your life must return to you and everything in the same series and sequence — and in the same way this spider and this moonlight among the trees, and this same way this moment and I myself. The eternal hour glass of existence will be turned again and again — and you with it, you dust of dust!”
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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How does time connect to death? the real translation of “and I am become death, the destroyer of Worlds,” is “and I am time, the destroyer of Worlds.”
kinda reminds you of Lovecraft’s
“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.”
no?
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Tags: death, destruction, Lovecraft, Nietzsche, Oppenheimer, time
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on creeping death May 30th, 2008
Came across Lovecraft by chance; and followed a trail back to an old Metallica song.
It’s always interesting to find the sources of inspiration for artists, musicians, writers, and so on.
And with strange aeons even death may die.”
In this case, Metallica seem to have found inspiration from Lovecraft’s work across many songs. Lovecraft had an oddly disturbing way of looking at the World, perhaps no less real than the framework that I, or any of us, for that matter may use. Only thing is, he seems to be coming to the same conclusion from the other side of a looking glass.
Will explore his work more over this weekend, hopefully.
“The thing that should not be,” Metallica
Tags: Existence, ideas, Lovecraft, Metallica, Music, songs, The Thing that Should Not Be, thoughts
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