An Absurdly Brief Guide to H.P. Lovecraft.


I am about to post some work that roughly correlate with Lovecraftian themes, so I thought I’d give my own interpretation/summary of H. P. Lovecraft’s works. The aim is to show people unfamiliar with his work exactly what cultural reference points I’m referring to. It’s not necessary to read this bumph, but I think it adds an element of understanding behind the work. This is the only time that I think I’ll attempt to explain my reasoning behind my work, so embrace!

Howard Phillips Lovecraft was an American horror/fantasy writer who died in the 1930’s. Clearly not as well known as Poe, Stoker, Shelley, etc., nor a particularly skilled writer, and often xenophobic in his writings (a sign of his times perhaps?). So why is he still remembered and revered? Its because of the worlds he created. Like authors such as Tolkien and Pratchett after him, he created his own grim reality (or Mythos) – peopled with strange, often galactically huge, and horrific tentacled creatures who crashed through space to Earth near the beginning of its creation. Still under the sea, these amphibian monstrosities would sometimes surface in isolated fishing ports to drag its inbred sailors and families into the murky depths, and either tear them apart or convert them to acolytes who pray to them (a bit like bible belt Christians, really). The King of these particular Earth-bound Old Ones is undoubtably the great Cthulhu. A great, giant behemoth of a creature – almost too big for this earth – who sleeps in an underwater cavern, deep in the bowels of the earth’s core, waiting for the day to rise again and destroy/enslave humanity. Among the many other colourful creatures Lovecraft created are the vicious Dagon and the mysterious Shub Niggurath – the Goat Mother With a Thousand Young (more like a tentacled cloud of flesh), and other hideous monstrosities.

Famous stories include The Dunwich Horror, which was made into a film in the 1960’s, that dealt with strange, greenish sea-folk in a remote village (who were inbred with fish-like alien ancestors). His work, though often rough around the edges and formulaic in structure, was clearly ambitious, genuinely frightening, and memorably original. As such, he has since become revered as one of America’s top cult authors of the early 20th Century – though a largely unsuccessful pauper in his own time.

I’ve been a very strong fan of his stories for the past 18 years, when I first read an article about his legacy in a sci-fi magazine (which I’ve since sold on ebay – doh!).

Please google him for more information (there’s a lot out there about his own strange life – wikipedia is a good starting point), and I strongly recommend you grab the nearest compendium of his bizarre stories from your local library.

PB.

‘The Final Stages of Life’

‘The Final Stages of Life’. April 2007.


This sort-of homage to Gilbert and George details a dying fly’s last moments of consciousness, before its lowly essence slips down to the great below. Fly shots taken at Gayton Thorpe church. The rest? A secret.
Part of the manifesto node: Death.

‘Dance of the Dying Fly’

‘Dance of the Dying Fly’. April 2007.


Nope, not the lead singer of Joy Division busting a groove, but a fly being called to buzz around the heads of people at the pearly gates. We see such dying flies all the time, and pay no heed to them at all. Seen up close, this image struck me as a strange reminder of all the little things happening around us all the time that we take no notice of whatsoever. Part of the manifesto node: Death.

‘A Final Crawl Through The Valley of Death’

‘A Final Crawl Through The Valley of Death’. April 2007.

Part of the manifesto node: Death.

I captured this green insect’s last moments on the windowsill of the Gayton Thorpe round tower church, from which my dear Mum’s grave is nearby. I sat in the church for a while, listening to nothingness and peace, when my eye was drawn to this spot. Most of the flies were dead, others dying (see elsewhere), but this green insect was wading right through the field of bodies and agony until it could walk no longer.

‘A Starving Culture’

“A Starving Culture”. April 2007.
Here’s a few simple t-shirt designs I’ve been messing around with that delve into popular youth culture, young people’s dumb submission to peer pressure, and convenient americanised absent-mindedness.
If anyone’s interested, I am selling limited edition high-quality XL-only tshirts of the above 3 designs, £20.01 each (don’t forget the 1p mmkay?). Just contact me thru the usual channels. I take Paypal. Blah de-blah.

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Now switching off my month-long showcase for my ‘Industrial Collection #2’ and ‘A Boy In The Bush’ mini-node collections.

Thanks to those of you who have provided feedback about the ones you liked, or the works that caused some bemusement to you. All sensible comments are most appreciated.

Now? Onwards and upwards, of course. I will continue to post fresh and old images of work here, covering various themes. But I will give old George Bush and industrial delapidation a bit of a rest for now. I am currently drawing up a manifesto about what subjects I will be exploring in the near future. More information forthcoming. Incidentally, if anyone would like any photographic piece seen here as a high quality framed piece of work, just leave a comment on the blog or email me for more info. I have contact with a decent local business that can sort out most of my photographic requests.

See you later in the month with a different collection of shiny new items,

PB.