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1.
The Book 01:44
I. The Book The place was dark and dusty and half-lost In tangles of old alleys near the quays, Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas, And with queer curls of fog that west winds tossed. Small lozenge panes, obscured by smoke and frost, Just shewed the books, in piles like twisted trees, Rotting from floor to roof - congeries Of crumbling elder lore at little cost. I entered, charmed, and from a cobwebbed heap Took up the nearest tome and thumbed it through, Trembling at curious words that seemed to keep Some secret, monstrous if one only knew. Then, looking for some seller old in craft, I could find nothing but a voice that laughed.
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Pursuit 02:55
II. Pursuit eyes upon you, gazing, searching, squinting, peering at you, I held the book beneath my coat, at pains To hide the thing from sight in such a place; Hurrying through the ancient harbour lanes With often-turning head and nervous pace. Dull, furtive windows in old tottering brick Peered at me oddly as I hastened by, And thinking what they sheltered, I grew sick For a redeeming glimpse of clean blue sky. eyes upon you, gazing, searching, squinting, peering at you, No one had seen me take the thing - but still A blank laugh echoed in my whirling head, And I could guess what nighted worlds of ill Lurked in that volume I had coveted. The way grew strange - the walls alike and madding - And far behind me, unseen feet were padding. eyes upon you, gazing, searching, squinting, peering at you,
3.
Recognition 05:12
IV. Recognition The day had come again, when as a child I saw - just once - that hollow of old oaks, Grey with a ground-mist that enfolds and chokes The slinking shapes which madness has defiled. It was the same - an herbage rank and wild Clings round an altar whose carved sign invokes That Nameless One to whom a thousand smokes Rose, aeons gone, from unclean towers up-piled. I saw the body spread on that dank stone, And knew those things which feasted were not men; I knew this strange, grey world was not my own, But Yuggoth, past the starryvoids - and then The body shrieked at me with a dead cry, And all too late I knew that it was I!
4.
Homecoming 05:56
V. Homecoming take me home, take me home, The daemon said that he would take me home To the pale, shadowy land I half recalled As a high place of stair and terrace, walled With marble balustrades that sky-winds comb, While miles below a maze of dome on dome And tower on tower beside a sea lies sprawled. Once more, he told me, I would stand enthralled On those old heights, and hear the far-off foam. lapping lakes of flame lapping lakes of flame a black gulf with sea-sounds in the night "here was your home when you had sight!" All this he promised, and through sunset's gate He swept me, past the lapping lakes of flame, And red-gold thrones of gods without a name Who shriek in fear at some impending fate. lapping lakes of flame lapping lakes of flame a black gulf with sea-sounds in the night "here was your home when you had sight!" Then a black gulf with sea-sounds in the night: "Here was your home," he mocked, "when you had sight!" take me home, take me home,
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The Howler 03:54
XII. The Howler run, run, silly child you should have been a good girl They told me not to take the Briggs' Hill path That used to be the highroad through to Zoar, For Goody Watkins, hanged in seventeen-four, Had left a certain monstrous aftermath. Yet when I disobeyed, and had in view The vine-hung cottage by the great rock slope, I could not think of elms or hempen rope, But wondered why the house still seemed so new. run, run, silly child Stopping a while to watch the fading day, I heard faint howls, as from a room upstairs, When through the ivied panes one sunset ray Struck in, and caught the howler unawares. I glimpsed - and ran in frenzy from the place, And from a four-pawed thing with human face. you should have been a good girl the wolves on your trail
6.
Star-Winds 05:23
XIV. Star-Winds It is a certain hour of twilight glooms, Mostly in autumn, when the star-wind pours Down hilltop streets, deserted out-of-doors, But shewing early lamplight from snug rooms. The dead leaves rush in strange, fantastic twists, And chimney-smoke whirls round with alien grace, Heeding geometries of outer space, While Fomalhaut peers in through southward mists. This is the hour when moonstruck poets know What fungi sprout in Yuggoth, and what scents And tints of flowers fill Nithon's continents, Such as in no poor earthly garden blow. Yet for each dream these winds to us convey, A dozen more of ours they sweep away! Star-winds, sweeping us away Star-winds, sweeping us away It is a certain hour of twilight glooms, Mostly in autumn, when the star-wind pours Star-winds pours Star-winds pours
7.
Antarctos 03:23
XV. Antarktos Deep in my dream the great bird whispered queerly Of the black cone amid the polar waste; Pushing above the ice-sheet lone and drearly, By storm-crazed aeons battered and defaced. Hither no living earth-shapes take their courses, And only pale auroras and faint suns Glow on that pitted rock, whose primal sources Are guessed at dimly by the Elder Ones. If men should glimpse it, they would merely wonder What tricky mound of Nature's build they spied; But the bird told of vaster parts, that under The mile-deep ice-shroud crouch and brood and bide. God help the dreamer whose mad visions shew Those dead eyes set in crystal gulfs below! God help the dreamer God help the dreamer
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The Window 03:08
XVI. The Window The house was old, with tangled wings outthrown, Of which no one could ever half keep track, And in a small room somewhat near the back Was an odd window sealed with ancient stone. There, in a dream-plagued childhood, quite alone I used to go, where night reigned vague and black; Parting the cobwebs with a curious lack Of fear, and with a wonder each time grown. One later day I brought the masons there To find what view my dim forbears had shunned, But as they pierced the stone, a rush of air Burst from the alien voids that yawned beyond. They fled - but I peered through and found unrolled All the wild worlds of which my dreams had told.
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XVIII. The Gardens of Yin Beyond that wall, whose ancient masonry Reached almost to the sky in moss-thick towers, There would be terraced gardens, rich with flowers, And flutter of bird and butterfly and bee. There would be walks, and bridges arching over Warm lotos-pools reflecting temple eaves, And cherry-trees with delicate boughs and leaves Against a pink sky where the herons hover. All would be there, for had not old dreams flung Open the gate to that stone-lantemed maze Where drowsy streams spin out their winding ways, Trailed by green vines from bending branches hung? I hurried - but when the wall rose, grim and great, I found there was no longer any gate.
10.
XX. Night-Gaunts Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell, But every night I see the rubbery things, Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings, And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell. They come in legions on the north wind's swell, With obscene clutch that titillates and stings, Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare's well. Over the jagged peaks of Thok they sweep, Heedless of all the cries I try to make, And down the nether pits to that foul lake Where the puffed shoggoths splash in doubtful sleep. But oh! If only they would make some sound, Or wear a face where faces should be found!
11.
Evening Star 05:34
XXXV. Evening Star I saw it from that hidden, silent place Where the old wood half shuts the meadow in. It shone through all the sunset's glories - thin At first, but with a slowly brightening face. Night came, and that lone beacon, amber-hued, Beat on my sight as never it did of old; The evening star - but grown a thousandfold More haunting in this hush and solitude. It traced strange pictures on the quivering air - Half-memories that had always filled my eyes - Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies Of some dim life - I never could tell where. But now I knew that through the cosmic dome Those rays were calling from my far, lost home. quivering air, evening star, starlite fills my eyes It traced strange pictures on the quivering air - Half-memories had always filled my eyes - Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies Of some dim life - I never could tell where. But now I knew that through the cosmic dome Those rays were calling from my far, lost home starlite fills my eyes, evening star But now I knew that through the cosmic dome Those rays were calling from my far, lost home It traced strange pictures on the quivering air - Half-memories that had always filled my eyes - Vast towers and gardens; curious seas and skies starlite fills my eyes But now I knew that through the cosmic dome Those rays were calling from my far, lost home

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Fungi from Yuggoth
poem by H.P. Lovecraft
a musical interpretation made by
pixyblink & rhea tucanae

Fungi from Yuggoth (1929-30) is a sonnet sequence of 36 verses, that constitute a continuous first-person narrative. It concerns a person who obtains an ancient book of esoteric knowledge that allows one to travel to other planets and strange parts of the universe.

11 of these verses you can find on this album. It was made 2008-09 as a collaboration between pixyblink (US) and rhea tucanae (SWE) a.k.a. Dan Söderqvist. It was released as a CD by Xenophone International and Ad Explorata in June 2009. The physical CD is still available at:

www.explorata.net/shop/rhea-tucanae-fungi-from-yuggoth_eng.php

This link is to pixyblinks page here:

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released June 5, 2009

lyrics: H.P. Lovecraft
voice, samples, additional lyrics: pixyblink
music, vocals, production: rhea tucanae (Dan Söderqvist)
* basic music track 10: Misera C, percussion: Laurent Dé
coverphotos: Jenny Eve van den Arend
coverdesign: Twice a man
mastered by Daniel Kaufeldt

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Member of Twice a Man and the music & art collective Cosmic Garden Project. This BC-page is mainly for my solo work and other collaborations.

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