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Thursday, July 12, 2012

FRIDAY THE 13TH Buccaneer Blogfest Interview

Marisa Cleveland is interviewing me at her lovely blog this Friday the 13th

at the haunted jazz club, Meilori's. Don't miss it!

That interview is done so what am I still doing sitting at Meilori's at this empty table?

I invited two fellow buccaneers to be interviewed here. Neither lady has shown up.

A sonorous voice in a New England accent said, "I, too, was spurned by the fairer sex, Roland."

I looked up to see the gaunt, hollow-eyed form of H P Lovecraft and smiled sadly, "There was one for you."

"And for you as well."

I shrugged, "Perhaps our hearts had room for only one love."

He nodded glumly and sat down opposite me. "I will allow you to interview me, Roland."

I looked past him to the club beyond his body. Only an endless array of tables whose candles pushed back the darkness only a little.

In this dark cavern of a saloon, things vast, blind, and monstrous took shape in the bronze-hued mists that billowed all through the place.

They lumbered without notice of us. They became almost solid, fuzzed, then drifted apart only to re-form feet from where they had been.

Past them was the entrance where customers entered and placed silver coins in the eyes of the polished skull in the center of a black marble table: a Friday the 13th tradition.

"It is my skull, Roland."

I said, "I hope you don't mind that I put in no coins."

"You placed three polished stones beside my skull. Why?"

"The Lakota paid tribute to forgotten gods by placing a pebble onto a pile of stones each time they used an ancient trail.

They did this to ensure that even though these gods may be forgotten, they would still be honored in some small way.

As the piles of stones grew, they eventually served the trail’s users as a system of 'road signs' used to navigate by and to give directions to other travelers."

I shrugged. "The Great Mystery, or Elohim as the White Man calls Him, has become largely forgotten these days. The stones are my prayer in stone that the travelers here find their way back to Him."

Lovecraft nodded seeing more than his tongue said. "Ask me a question for this lost interview, Roland."

"Why did you come here tonight, sir?"

He closed those haunted eyes. "I came because of my lost childhood :

There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth;

For when as children we learn and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts,

and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life.

But some of us awake in the night

with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens,

of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas,

of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone,

and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests;

and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates
into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy."

I grimaced. Like much of his writing, I would have to ponder his answer later to make sense of it. I asked him another question.

"Did you pick your genre, or did it pick you, sir?"

He opened his eyes, no longer seeing me.

"My reason for writing stories

is to give myself the satisfaction of visualising more clearly the
fragmentary impressions of wonder

which are conveyed to me by certain
ideas and images encountered in art and literature.

I choose weird stories because they suit my inclination best -

one of my strongest and most persistent wishes being

to achieve the illusion

of some strange suspension or violation of the galling limitations

of time, space, and natural law which forever
imprison us

and frustrate our curiosity about the infinite cosmic spaces
beyond the radius of our sight and analysis.

These stories frequently emphasise the element of horror because fear is our deepest and strongest emotion,

and the one which best lends itself to the creation of Nature-defying illusions.

Horror and the unknown or the strange are always closely connected,

so that it is hard to create a convincing picture of shattered natural law
or cosmic alienage or "outsideness"

without laying stress on the emotion of fear."

He paused and said in tones like the tolling of ghost bells in ruined temples.

"I fear for you, Roland."


Lovecraft shivered, "Tell your readers that if by chance they pray, pray for you."

"W-Why for me?"

He intoned, "For what both the Druid priests and the Louisiana shamans

had chanted to their kindred idols.

It was something very like this:

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." ...

"In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

He drew back his lips, making his face look eerily like his skull on the black marble table. "In 2012, the cosmic conjunctions allign.

And dread Cthulhu rises,

rises from the dark swamp called Contraband --

the swamp but miles from your dwelling, Roland.

I hear the portents even now in the blackness of Meilori's.

The moon is dark, and the spirits dance in the night;

there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse

foretold in no books of men or of earth's myths.

I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror,

and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me.

So should your readers have breath left over from their prayers for you, Roland --

ask them to sing a canticle for me."


  1. Trisha:
    Me, too. It gives me the opportunity to wax horrific! :-)

    A haunted, lonely genius. Perhaps the three go hand in hand?

  2. That's a bummer that nobody on the bloghop responded to your interview offers, but you used it as an opportunity to get creative, so good for you. This was such a cool "interview"! Happy Friday the 13th. I consider it lucky, but I will pray for you anyway. Bon chance!

  3. That stinks that neither of the people were around to be interviewed. I loved the answers in YOUR interview though! :)

    If you have time, check out my interview with Aldrea Alien and show her some love. I think you'll like her a lot!

  4. Love it... Soooooo entertaining... ;)

  5. Read your interview on Risa's site, and love this deliriously funny post. You are strange in a vERy gOOd wAY:-) Thanks for the fun!

  6. I also read your interview on Risa's blog. You are SO creative. What entertaining interviews!!! Nice to meet you.

  7. Shell Flower:
    I am so glad you thought my "interview" of Lovecraft entertaining. I was hoping it would be.

    I have a friend dying of cancer so a minor flub like this is merely applesause. Thanks for the prayer. Say one for my friend if you would. Good of you to visit and chat, Roland

    Alleged Author:
    I'm heading off to your interview now. Then, I'm crafting the short story, WEDNESDAY'S CHILD concerning a cast off child, a mysterious Greek physician, and a Hollywood party to die for!

    Thanks. Lovecraft can be a little scary at times. But he has a good heart! LOL.

    Good of you to follow from Risa's site. If you like this "strange" then I think you would love Teenage Victor Standish and his Victorian Ghoul friend, Alice Wentworth! (Just not when her stomach is growling though!)

    I am very happy that you found my unusual "interviews" fun. Come back, will you? Roland

  8. I love how you still did something really cool even if no one replied to you interview shout out.

  9. Thanks for the clever interview. I joined this blogfest a little late, and am just working through the blogs a few at a time, but enjoyed this interview and the one Marisa did with you. There also appears to be a wealth of information for newbies like me to absorb. You might just find me lurking in your shadows...

  10. Gloria:
    Make lemonade out of those lemons, right? :-)

    Your prayers helped me make it through a tough weekend. Thanks.

    I will be looking for you. Thanks for following. Sharon removed me from the linky but visit here anyway! :-)