Where does the good go

Happy Halloween (by guest blogger VinNay)

The Cats
H. P. Lovecraft

Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering
Flames of futility swirling below;
Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering,
Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow.

Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers,
Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun;
Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers
Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun.

Colour and splendour, disease and decaying,
Shrieking and ringing and crawling insane,
Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying,
Jumbles of odour that stifle the brain.

Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal.
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon,
Screaming the future with mouthings infernal,
Yelling the Garden of Pluto’s red rune.

Tall towers and pyramids ivy’d and crumbling,
Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber’d streets;
Bleak Arkham bridges o’er rivers whose rumbling
Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats.

Belfries that buckle against the moon totter,
Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac’d,
And living to answer the wind and the water,
Only the lean cats that howl in the wastes.

When I read this poem, I imagine Dawn wandering the streets of a late 19th century Brooklyn.

She is alone.

Her stage coach has broken down, and her driver has run off. She wanders the streets calling out for help, hopeless and realizing that she has spurned all her friends. As she begins to run, she hears the howls of the cats. At first, just one or two.

More follow.

Soon dozens of eyes light up the streets. One claws off her powdered wig, narrowly missing her neck. She makes a poor choice and turns down a dead end alley and becomes surrounded by hundreds of feral felines. As she looks to the stars and screams, they attack en masse. Bellies full, the cats are lean no more.

Happy Halloween!

15 Responses to “Happy Halloween (by guest blogger VinNay)”

  1. Mary Says:

    Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn

  2. fisch Says:

    Hah, Mary. You beat me to it!

    Yea, I see Lovecraft and I think of the Cthulhu (and its priests who have to wake it, as Mary posted) and of the dark, dark life H.P. himself lived.

    But I think Vinnay’s little story afterward takes the cake. Dawn eaten by a bunch of pussies? Awesome!

  3. Dawn Summers Says:

    Tom Brady would save me.

  4. VinNay Says:

    Tom Brady doesn’t exist in my story. Someone killed him at birth and the Bills went on to win 7 Superbowls.

  5. Dawn Summers Says:

    I like this story less and less with each telling. I will never be able to sleep now.

  6. Pearatty Says:


    Do tell, what was dark about Lovecraft’s life?

  7. VinNay Says:

    I wouldn’t say he had a dark life. His father was committed to an insane asylum, supposedly due to syphilis, though it is common knowledge that he went insane due to his close contact with the Elder Gods.

    I do find it interesting that Lovecraft spent ten years living in Red Hook, not very far from where Dawn lives today.

  8. VinNay Says:

    Wow, I just re-read his story The Horror at Red Hook, and part of it takes place at Church Ave and Flatbush Ave.

    Getting closer to Dawn by the minute.

  9. VinNay Says:

    OMG – Dawn!!!! He’s calling from INSIDE your house!!!!! RUN!!!!

  10. Dawn summers Says:

    Ftrain! Vinnay keeps trying to scare me. Get him!

  11. Dawn summers Says:

    Also, I’m telling my mommy. Now we’ll see who’s scaring who.

  12. Tae Says:

    This is *wonderful*.

  13. Dawn Summers Says:

    Don’t encourage him.

  14. F-Train Says:

    Let it be known that I was commanded to immediately pull off the freeway in the midst of my road trip to respond to this post. I dutifully did, only to see that Dawn expects me to protect her from someone. It’s like she hasn’t met me – or herself.

  15. Dawn Summers Says:

    RUDE! I did NOT say pull off the freeway! Comment and drive at the same time, pansy!

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