Frasi di Howard Phillips Lovecraft
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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

“I never take offence at any genuine effort to wrest the truth or deduce a rational set of values from the confused phenomena of the external world. It never occurs to me to look for personal factors in the age-long battle for truth. I assume that all hands are really trying to achieve the same main object—the discovery of sound facts and the rejection of fallacies—and it strikes me as only a minor matter that different strivers may happen to see a different perspective now and then. And in matters of mere preference, as distinguished from those involving the question of truth versus fallacy, I do not see any ground whatever for acrimonious feeling. Knowing the capriciousness and complexity of the various biological and psychological factors determining likes, dislikes, interests, indifferences, and so on, one can only be astonished that any two persons have even approximately similar tastes. To resent another's different likes and interests is the summit of illogical absurdity. It is very easy to distinguish a sincere, impersonal difference of opinion and tastes from the arbitrary, ill-motivated, and irrational belittlement which springs from a hostile desire to push another down and which constitutes real offensiveness. I have no tolerance for such real offensiveness—but I greatly enjoy debating questions of truth and value with persons as sincere and devoid of malice as I am. Such debate is really a highly valuable—almost indispensable—ingredient of life; because it enables us to test our own opinions and amend them if we find them in any way erroneous or unjustified.”

Letter to Robert E. Howard (7 November 1932), in Selected Letters 1932-1934 edited by August Derleth and Donald Wandrei, p. 102
Non-Fiction, Letters

“No one thinks or feels or appreciates or lives a mental-emotional-imaginative life at all, except in terms of the artificial reference-points supply'd him by the enveloping body of race-tradition and heritage into which he is born. We form an emotionally realisable picture of the external world, and an emotionally endurable set of illusions as to values and directions in existence, solely and exclusively through the arbitrary concepts and folkways bequeathed to us through our traditional culture-stream. Without this stream around us we are absolutely adrift in a meaningless and irrelevant chaos which has not the least capacity to give us any satisfaction apart from the trifling animal ones... Without our nationality—that is, our culture-grouping—we are merely wretched nuclei of agony and bewilderment in the midst of alien and directionless emptiness... We have an Aryan heritage, a Western-European heritage, a Teutonic-Celtic heritage, an Anglo-Saxon or English heritage, an Anglo-American heritage, and so on—but we can't detach one layer from another without serious loss—loss of a sense of significance and orientation in the world. America without England is absolutely meaningless to a civilised man of any generation yet grown to maturity. The breaking of the saving tie is leaving these colonies free to build up a repulsive new culture of money, speed, quantity, novelty, and industrial slavery, but that future culture is not ours, and has no meaning for us... Possibly the youngest generation already born and mentally active—boys of ten to fifteen—will tend to belong to it, as indeed a widespread shift in their tastes and instincts and loyalties would seem to indicate. But to say all this has anything to do with us is a joke! These boys are the Bedes and Almins of a new, encroaching, and apparently inferior culture. We are the Boëthii and Symmachi and Cassiodori of an older and perhaps dying culture. It is to our interest to keep our own culture alive as long as we can—and if possible to reserve and defend certain areas against the onslaughts of the enemy.”

Letter to James F. Morton (6 November 1930), in Selected Letters III, 1929-1931 edited by August Derleth and Donald Wandrei, p. 207
Non-Fiction, Letters, to James Ferdinand Morton, Jr.

“The only saving grace of the present is that it's too damned stupid to question the past very closely.”

H.P. Lovecraft libro Pickman's Model

"Pickman's Model " - written 1926; first published in Weird Tales, Vol. 10, No. 4 (October 1927)
Fiction

“The negro is fundamentally the biological inferior of all White and even Mongolian races, and the Northern people must occasionally be reminded of the danger which they incur in admitting him too freely to the privileges of society and government. …The Birth of a Nation, … is said to furnish a remarkable insight into the methods of the Ku-Klux-Klan, that noble but much maligned band of Southerners who saved half of our country from destruction at the close of the Civil War. The Conservative has not yet witnessed the picture in question, but he has seen both in literary and dramatic form The Clansman, that stirring, though crude and melodramatic story by Rev. Thomas Dixon, Jr., on which The Birth of a Nation is based, and has likewise made a close historical study of the Klu-Klux-Klan, finding as a result of his research nothing but Honour, Chivalry, and Patriotism in the activities of the Invisible Empire. The Klan merely did for the people what the law refused to do, removing the ballot from unfit hands and restoring to the victims of political vindictiveness their natural rights. The alleged lawbreaking of the Klan was committed only by irresponsible miscreants who, after the dissolution of the Order by its Grand Wizard, Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest, used its weird masks and terrifying costumes to veil their unorganised villainies.
Race prejudice is a gift of Nature, intended to preserve in purity the various divisions of mankind which the ages have evolved.”

Response to observations made in In A Minor Key by Charles D. Isaacson, in The Conservative, Vol. I, No. 2, (1915), p. 4
Non-Fiction

“Mystery attracts mystery.”

H.P. Lovecraft libro Under the Pyramids

"Imprisoned with the Pharaohs" - Written February 1924, published May-June-July 1924 in Weird Tales
Fiction

“I really agree that Yog-Sothoth is a basically immature conception, & unfitted for really serious literature. The fact is, I have never approached serious literature yet. But I consider the use of actual folk-myths as even more childish than the use of new artificial myths, since in the former one is forced to retain many blatant peurilities & contradictions of experienced which could be subtilised or smoothed over if the supernaturalism were modelled to order for the given case. The only permanently artistic use of Yog-Sothothery, I think, is in symbolic or associative phantasy of the frankly poetic type; in which fixed dream-patterns of the natural organism are given an embodiment & crystallisation... But there is another phase of cosmic phantasy (which may or may not include frank Yog-Sothothery) whose foundations appear to me as better grounded than those of ordinary oneiroscopy; personal limitations regarding the sense of outsideness. I refer to the aesthetic crystallisation of that burning & inextinguishable feeling of mixed wonder & oppression which the sensitive imagination experiences upon scaling itself & its restrictions against the vast & provocative abyss of the unknown. This has always been the chief emotion in my psychology; & whilst it obviously figures less in the psychology of the majority, it is clearly a well-defined & permanent factor from which very few sensitive persons are wholly free.... Reason as we may, we cannot destroy a normal perception of the highly limited & fragmentary nature of our visible world of perception & experience as scaled against the outside abyss of unthinkable galaxies & unplumbed dimensions—an abyss wherein our solar system is the merest dot... The time has come when the normal revolt against time, space, & matter must assume a form not overtly incompatible with what is known of reality—when it must be gratified by images forming supplements rather than contradictions of the visible & measurable universe. And what, if not a form of non-supernatural cosmic art, is to pacify this sense of revolt—as well as gratify the cognate sense of curiosity?”

Letter to Frank Belknap Long (27 February 1931), in Selected Letters III, 1929-1931 edited by August Derleth and Donald Wandrei, p. 293
Non-Fiction, Letters, to Frank Belknap Long

“All my stories, unconnected as they may be, are based on the fundamental lore or legend that this world was inhabited at one time by another race who, in practising black magic, lost their foothold and were expelled, yet live on outside ever ready to take possession of this earth again.”

Attributed to Lovecraft by Harold Farnese, who corresponded with Lovecraft briefly, later presented by August Derleth as a direct quote; but as discussed on this page http://www.hplovecraft.com/life/myths.aspx#blackmagic, Farnese's letters to Derleth suggested he tended to paraphrase things Lovecraft had written to him, going by memory rather than referring to letters he had on hand. More details in "The Origin of Lovecraft’s 'Black Magic' Quote" by David E. Schultz, *Crypt of Cthulhu*, issue 48.
Disputed

“We must stop thinking primarily in terms of “money” and “business””

both artificial things—and begin to think increasingly in terms of the actual resources and products on which “money” and “business” are based. In terms of these, of the human beings to whom they are to be distributed, and of the cognate human values which make the accidents of life and consciousness worth enduring.

"Some Repetitions on the Times", (1933). Reprinted in Miscellaneous Writings, edited by S.T. Joshi. Arkham House, 1995.
Non-Fiction

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