Frasi di Howard Phillips Lovecraft

Howard Phillips Lovecraft è stato uno scrittore, poeta, critico letterario e saggista statunitense, riconosciuto tra i maggiori scrittori di letteratura horror insieme ad Edgar Allan Poe e considerato da molti uno dei precursori della fantascienza angloamericana. Autore di numerosi racconti, come Dagon, Il colore venuto dallo spazio, Il richiamo di Cthulhu e L'orrore di Dunwich, e di romanzi, tra cui Il caso di Charles Dexter Ward, Le montagne della follia e La maschera di Innsmouth, oltre ad alcuni racconti in versi, Lovecraft non venne apprezzato in particolar modo dai critici del suo tempo, - ad esempio, il racconto Il richiamo di Cthulhu venne inizialmente rifiutato in quanto definito troppo "straniante" - secondo l'espressione di Wright, e non godette mai di buona fama se non dopo la sua morte. Molte delle sue opere sono state fonte di ispirazione per artisti di tutto il mondo, nella letteratura così come nel cinema e nella musica. Uno dei maggiori studiosi lovecraftiani, S. T. Joshi, definisce infatti la sua opera come "un inclassificabile amalgama di fantasy e fantascienza, e non è sorprendente che abbia influenzato in maniera considerevole lo sviluppo successivo di entrambi i generi".

✵ 20. Agosto 1890 – 15. Marzo 1937   •   Altri nomi Говард Лавкрафт, اچ. پی. لاوکرفت
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Howard Phillips Lovecraft frase: “Un tempo sognavo, e per me il mondo del sogno era più reale dell'esistenza che gli stupidi chiamano realtà, e più prezioso della mia stessa vita.”

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“Non è morto ciò che può vivere in eterno, | E in strani eoni anche la morte può morire.”

da La Città senza Nome, 1921
Variante: Non è morto ciò che può vivere in eterno,
E in strani eoni anche la morte può morire.

“E adesso, alla fine, la Terra era morta. L’ultimo patetico superstite era morto. Tutti i bilioni di anni, i lenti millenni, gli imperi e le civiltà dell’umanità, erano riassunti in quell’ultima, povera forma contorta… e quanto titanicamente privo di significato era stato tutto quello! Ora tutti gli sforzi dell’umanità erano arrivati davvero alla fine… quant’era mostruosa e incredibile la conclusione agli occhi di quei poveri sciocchi, felici per i loro giorni gloriosi! Ma il pianeta non avrebbe mai più conosciuto il calpestio delle centinaia di milioni di uomini… e neppure lo strisciare delle lucertole e il ronzio degli insetti, perché anche questi erano per sempre scomparsi. Adesso era venuto il regno degli arbusti spinosi e degli infiniti prati di erba secca. La Terra, come la sua fredda luna imperturbabile, era stata sommersa per sempre dal silenzio e dall’oscurità. Le stelle splendevano… l’intero pianeta avrebbe proseguito verso sconosciute infinità. Questo sciocco finale di un episodio insignificante non importava nulla alle nebulose lontane, ai soli appena nati, a quelli splendenti o morenti. La razza dell’uomo, troppo infinitesimale ed effimera per avere una vera funzione o uno scopo, era come se non fosse mai esistita. A tale conclusione erano pervenuti i millenni della sua farsesca e tormentata evoluzione. Quando i primi raggi del sole morente dardeggiarono la vallata, una luce illuminò la faccia stanca di una figura contorta sommersa dal fango.”

explicit di Finché tutti i mari..., 1935

Howard Phillips Lovecraft: Frasi in inglese

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

H.P. Lovecraft libro The Nameless City

Variante: That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons even death may die.
Origine: The Nameless City

“We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”

H.P. Lovecraft libro Il richiamo di Cthulhu

Variante: We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
Origine: The Call of Cthulhu

H.P. Lovecraft frase: “Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.”

“Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.”

"Herbert West: Re-Animator" in "Home Brew" Vol. 1, No. 1 (February 1922)
Fiction

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”

"Supernatural Horror in Literature" (1927)
Non-Fiction
Variante: The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown
Origine: The Complete Fiction of H.P. Lovecraft

“It is good to be a cynic—it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world—we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.”

"Nietzscheism and Realism" from The Rainbow, Vol. I, No. 1 (October 1921); reprinted in "To Quebec and the Stars", and also in Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy edited by S. T. Joshi, p. 71
Non-Fiction
Origine: Collected Essays 5: Philosophy, Autobiography and Miscellany

“Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way.”

H.P. Lovecraft libro The Rats in the Walls

Origine: The Rats in the Walls

“For those who relish speculation regarding the future, the tale of supernatural horror provides an interesting field.”

Origine: The Annotated Supernatural Horror in Literature: Revised and Enlarged

“I can better understand the inert blindness & defiant ignorance of the reactionaries from having been one of them. I know how smugly ignorant I was—wrapped up in the arts, the natural (not social) sciences, the externals of history & antiquarianism, the abstract academic phases of philosophy, & so on—all the one-sided standard lore to which, according to the traditions of the dying order, a liberal education was limited. God! the things that were left out—the inside facts of history, the rational interpretation of periodic social crises, the foundations of economics & sociology, the actual state of the world today … & above all, the habit of applying disinterested reason to problems hitherto approached only with traditional genuflections, flag-waving, & callous shoulder-shrugs! All this comes up with humiliating force through an incident of a few days ago—when young Conover, having established contact with Henneberger, the ex-owner of WT, obtained from the latter a long epistle which I wrote Edwin Baird on Feby. 3, 1924, in response to a request for biographical & personal data. Little Willis asked permission to publish the text in his combined SFC-Fantasy, & I began looking the thing over to see what it was like—for I had not the least recollection of ever having penned it. Well …. I managed to get through, after about 10 closely typed pages of egotistical reminiscences & showing-off & expressions of opinion about mankind & the universe. I did not faint—but I looked around for a 1924 photograph of myself to burn, spit on, or stick pins in! Holy Hades—was I that much of a dub at 33 … only 13 years ago? There was no getting out of it—I really had thrown all that haughty, complacent, snobbish, self-centred, intolerant bull, & at a mature age when anybody but a perfect damned fool would have known better! That earlier illness had kept me in seclusion, limited my knowledge of the world, & given me something of the fatuous effusiveness of a belated adolescent when I finally was able to get around more in 1920, is hardly much of an excuse. Well—there was nothing to be done … except to rush a note back to Conover & tell him I'd dismember him & run the fragments through a sausage-grinder if he ever thought of printing such a thing! The only consolation lay in the reflection that I had matured a bit since '24. It's hard to have done all one's growing up since 33—but that's a damn sight better than not growing up at all.”

Letter to Catherine L. Moore (7 February 1937), in Selected Letters V, 1934-1937 edited by August Derleth and Donald Wandrei, pp. 407-408
Non-Fiction, Letters

“From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent.”

Fiction, The Shunned House (1924)
Origine: Tales of H.P. Lovecraft

“These Great Old Ones, Castro continued, were not composed altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape — for did not this star-fashioned image prove it? — but that shape was not made of matter.”

Fiction, The Call of Cthulhu (1926)
Contesto: There had been aeons when other Things ruled on the earth, and They had had great cities. Remains of Them, he said the deathless Chinamen had told him, were still be found as Cyclopean stones on islands in the Pacific. They all died vast epochs of time before men came, but there were arts which could revive Them when the stars had come round again to the right positions in the cycle of eternity. They had, indeed, come themselves from the stars, and brought Their images with Them.
These Great Old Ones, Castro continued, were not composed altogether of flesh and blood. They had shape — for did not this star-fashioned image prove it? — but that shape was not made of matter. When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live. But although They no longer lived, They would never really die...

“Without interest there can be no art.”

"The Defence Remains Open!" (April 1921), published in Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy edited by S. T. Joshi, p. 53
Non-Fiction
Contesto: The opinions of the masses are of no interest to me, for praise can truly gratify only when it comes from a mind sharing the author's perspective. There are probably seven persons, in all, who really like my work; and they are enough. I should write even if I were the only patient reader, for my aim is merely self-expression. I could not write about "ordinary people" because I am not in the least interested in them. Without interest there can be no art. Man's relations to man do not captivate my fancy. It is man's relation to the cosmos—to the unknown—which alone arouses in me the spark of creative imagination. The humanocentric pose is impossible to me, for I cannot acquire the primitive myopia which magnifies the earth and ignores the background. Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty. Like the late Mr. Wilde, "I live in terror of not being misunderstood."

“In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulu waits dreaming”

H.P. Lovecraft libro The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories

Origine: The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories

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