I decided to finally join the 90s and do me up an authory blog, and here it is. Pretty sparse right now, but I'll work on that. Now to catch up on my author-like activities.
Most recently, my short story "Playing Pox" was published in the premier issue of Three Crow Press. And just as fabulous, "Pox" was favorably reviewed by the equally fabulous KV Taylor. On the Internet no one can see you smile (unless you're one of those webcam fanatics), but I assure you, I am a smile machine, easily mistaken for a Bobby McFerrin song of yore.
Prior to that, I wrote the lyrics to the song "Nyarlathotep" from The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets's theme album The Shadow Out Of Tim. If you can't guess the theme from the title, you need to read more Lovecraft. This was the most fun, and probably the fastest I've ever worked. I had massive help with the translation from Inanna Gruner, who is completely not responsible for my horrible grammar. She did what she could, but I'm afraid I am an incurable Egyptological embarrassment. I strongly encourage everyone to support the Thickets. They're great guys and they've been making my life more wonderfully disturbed with their music for many years.
Now I'm working on some very unglamorous but paying freelance work (imagine my surprise, waking one day from anxious dreams to discover that I had changed into a journalist!), which interferes with my other writings, not to mention housework. Even now the dishes are plotting a coup.
Monday, February 16, 2009
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Since you wrote the lyrics for Nyarlathotep, do you mind telling me what it means? I swear I've been searching for days and nothing. Then I came across your blog :)
ReplyDeleteThey used to be up on the forum on the Thickets's site, but that forum seems to have disappeared. That's a drag. Here they are, for your reading enjoyment:
ReplyDeleteCrying out from the Red Land
Came a man of darkness
With evil bloody secrets
He knew the Black Pharaoh
Servant to the Faceless Sphinx God
He gave me the book of the dead
Nyarlathotep
Slaughterer bringing nigh those who are detested
Nyarlathotep (oh)
Tumult and time bent
Mutilation and death in every land
Unleashing fear, creeping downward
Messenger to those who are detested
Prepare a way for the Void and the Evil Ones
Terror in the harem of pestilences