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Clark Ashton Smith, The Crawling Chaos, Artistry

Artistry

Bow down, I am the emperor of dreams. - Clark Ashton Smith
my pre-ramble… :-)

Letter From Clark Ashton Smith About Crawling Chaos And Art - April 14th, 1937

Letter From Clark Ashton Smith About Crawling Chaos And Art

While doing some link rot checking using the Broken Link Checker plugin I came across this old post which is about an old edited letter from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) to August Derluth.

A screenshot is at left – click to enlarge or see the original here.  CAS tells about the creation of The Crawling Chaos by the two authors, showing a natural deference for his friend, Howard Phillips Lovecraft (HPL).

Some people may know that CAS also sculpted, from soapstone if my memory is correct.  The letter mentions some of this, but mainly describes a gripe that all artists have – now, quoting directly from CAS, emphasised & paragraphed for web clarity by me…

I am pleased to hear that the sculptures continue to attract so much favorable attention. I am writing to Sloane, and offering him a copy of The Double Shadow if he hasn’t seen it. . . . On second thought, I’ll mail him an inscribed one anyway.

As to a volume of my stuff, I suppose there is no harm in trying, It makes me pretty sick to remember that at least five publishers asked HPL to submit story-material for a possible book and then turned it down.

It is curious how ready people are to admit the worth of a writer after he is dead, and how goddamned cautious they are about it while he remains alive. Death seems to bring about a sort of crystallization, so to speak. . . .

As for me. I am pretty tough, and come of a hardy and long-lived ancestry. I’ll survive my present difficulties. What the future holds, I am not sure. But I have made up my mind to quit California at the earliest possible date.

Plugging Away

So CAS just kept plugging away.  He never had any money, yet mysteriously, I’ve read nearly all his stuff!!  The bulk of this was some time ago when Panther published stacks of compilations by HPL, CAS and many others.  But, just as CAS mused, he was dead by the time I read them…

The original issues had wonderfully mystical, sometimes horrible, artwork by Bruce Pennington….

Crawling Chaos

When the band (The Crawling Chaos) was formed, it was just Jeff Crowe, Keith Wear & myself.  We all read and devoured everything to do with The Cthulu Mythos – and more! [e.g for myself it led me to Lord Dunsany, Robert Heinlein, Frederik Pohl, Philip K Dick, Daniel Keyes & the rest of SF]

Genius Loci cover

Genius Loci cover

In particular, since there’s only a few folks that now know this, Keith took it upon himself to copy the whole Bruce Pennington cover for the 1st Panther book version of CAS’s Genius Loci.

I scanned my book some time ago and cleaned away the title etc just leaving the work. That’s it, left.

Bedroom Wall

So…….Keith copied the key guts of the thing onto his bedroom wall in Ashington!  The whole wall…

You can see his copy as part of the cover for our first recorded output, Magnum Innoninandum (sic) here:

Crawling Chaos - Magnum Innoninandum (cassette cover)

Crawling Chaos – Magnum Innoninandum (cassette cover)

The original (nicked at Tynemouth) drumkit is there as well as the really noisy HH amp, Jeff’s record player, speakers & discs on the floorof his mum’s living room. Keith did the cover.

The Black Abbott of Puthuum

Genius Loci also includes one of my favourite CAS passages in the description of the Black Abbott.  (I think my favourite story has to be “The Coming of the White Worm“, but that’s for another time).  Anyway, here’s the bit about the black abbott blokey…

To add to their distress, the terrain grew rougher and steeper, and they climbed acclivitous hillsides and went down endlessly into drear valleys. Anon they came to a flat, open, pebbly space. There, all at once, it seemed that the pandemonium of evil noises drew back on every hand, receding and fading into faint, dubious whispers that died at a vast remove. Simultaneously, the circling night thinned out, and a few stars shone in the welkin, and the sharp-spined hills of the desert loomed starkly against a vermilion afterglow. The travelers paused and peered wonderingly at one another in a gloom that was no more than that of natural twilight.

“What new devilry is this?” asked Cushara, hardly daring to believe that the hellish leaguers had vanished.

“I know not,” said the archer, who was staring into the dusk.” “But here, mayhap, is one of the devils.”

The others now saw that a muffled figure was approaching them, bearing a lit lantern made of some kind of translucent horn. At some distance behind the figure, lights appeared suddenly in a square dark mass which none of the party had discerned before. This mass was evidently a large building with many windows.

The figure, drawing near, was revealed by the dim yellowish lantern as a black man of immense girth and tallness, garbed in a voluminous robe of saffron such as was worn by certain monkish orders, and crowned with the two-horned purple hat of an abbot. He was indeed a singular and unlooked-for apparition: for if any monasteries existed amid the barren reaches of Izdrel, they were hidden and unknown to the world. Zobal, however, searching his memory, recalled a vague tradition he had once heard concerning a chapter of negro monks that had flourished in Yoros many centuries ago. The chapter had long been extinct, and the very site of its monastery was forgotten. Nowadays there were few blacks anywhere in the kingdom, other than those who did duty as eunuchs guarding the seraglios of nobles and rich merchants

The animals began to display a certain uneasiness at the stranger’s approach.

“Who art thou?” challenged Cushara, his fingers tightening on the haft of his weapon.

The black man grinned capaciously, showing rows of discolored teeth whose incisors were like those of a wild dog. His enormous unctuous jowls were creased by the grin into folds of amazing number and volume; and his eyes, deeply slanted and close together, seemed to wink perpetually in pouches that shook like ebon jellies. His nostrils flared prodigiously; his purple, rubbery lips drooled and quivered, and he licked them with a fat, red, salacious tongue before replying to Cushara’s question. [isn’t this bit amazing? – SP]

“I am Ujuk, abbot of the monastery of Puthuum,” he said, in a thick voice of such extraordinary volume that it appeared almost to issue from the earth under his feet. “Methinks the night has overtaken you far from the route of travelers. I bid you welcome to our hospitality.”

So, buy the book, or read the whole story here.

Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams?

(clue – “The Hashish Eater”)
Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun
Of secret worlds incredible, and take
Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar….

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Best SF Ending?

Strangely post on November 18th, 2009
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From The Dream Quest of the Unknown Kadath by H.P. Lovecraft

Randolph Carter leaped shoutingly awake within his Boston room. Birds sang in hidden gardens and the perfume of trellised vines came wistful from arbours his grandfather had reared. Beauty and light glowed from classic mantel and carven cornice and walls grotesquely figured, while a sleek black cat rose yawning from hearthside sleep that his master’s start and shriek had disturbed.

And vast infinities away, past the Gate of Deeper Slumber and the enchanted wood and the garden lands and the Cerenarian Sea and the twilight reaches of Inquanok, the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep strode brooding into the onyx castle atop unknown Kadath in the cold waste, and taunted insolently the mild gods of earth whom he had snatched abruptly from their scented revels in the marvellous sunset city.

This was sourced from this webpage so I’m grateful for the blogger pointing it out.
I haven’t read the story for some time, but it’s pure poetry, don’t you think, and goes some way to explaining the fascination with The Crawling Chaos, not just the name.

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One’s State of Life

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

Our existence in this world can be likened to a dream.

The issue of the greatest importance and eternal relevance is how we face death, the inescapable destiny of all living beings.

For in the face of death, external factors such as social status or position in the organization count for naught.  Everything depends on one’s faith, one’s state of life.

–  Daisaku Ikeda

Ikeda is getting on now (he’s 80), but I’ve absolute certainty that he lives by these words.  Despite the fact that death can come in an instant for any one of us, it’s a fact of life that as we get older, we become more and more aware of the day of reckoning. (If anyone disagrees with that then they are either kidding themselves or are wholly non-sentient or past caring.)  I’ve no doubt that Ikeda thinks these thoughts frequently.

Sword Of DamoclesPondering the nature of our existence as an independent being, untrammelled by  the whims of religions tied to destiny, punishment or higher forces, is at the very heart of Buddhism, I think.

The Sword of Damocles does not hang over our heads, punishingly dropping on some Judgement Day when we are dead.

Nirvana is here and now, not when you die.  You will not be forgiven for any possible sin you may have done.  You will not be praised as a heroic martyr for mass-murder.  Redemption is in the present, and we must try to live the very best lives we can.

As E.T. said,

Be Good.

E.T. - be good!

E.T. - be good!

[amazon-product align=”left” alink=”0000FF” bordercolor=”FFF7DD” height=”240″]0345019237[/amazon-product]It’s quite simple really…

…and the H.P. Lovecraft book?  It’s simply one of the best titles there is.  I like the sound of it.

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Strange Crawling Chaos

Strangely post on June 21st, 2009
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Well here’s a strange thing I’ve just come across!

huffduffer

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H P Lovecraft smiling

H P Lovecraft smiling

It’s a website utterly bereft of (normal) content except it’s chocka bloc full of MP3 files that are audio books.  It’s all public domain, so I’ve uploaded a reading of Crawling Chaos, written by H. P. Lovecraft, locally.

Even stranger, if that is possible, I’ve found a picture of Howard Phillips Lovecraft smiling.  There appear to be some gambrel rooves in the background…

And just like when reading the story, I can feel myself dropping off in this audio book as well ….

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Out of Space and Time

Books by Clark Ashton Smith

Clark Ashton Smith

Clark Ashton Smith

It’s important to realise the impact that this funny, eclectic, multi-talented, poor, skinny man has had on the world.  The whole genre of science fiction and fantasy and whole industries that hang off the backs of people like Tolkien, are also standing on the shoulders of people like H.P. Lovecraft.

Lost Worlds

Lost Worlds

Lovecraft, in particular, owed a lot to Clark Ashton Smith.  The two corresponded and inspired each other for decades until the former’s early death.

Without the inspiration, what is an artist?

I particularly like the titles of the collections “Out of Space and Time” and “Lost Worlds”.  Because that’s what real stuff is – it transcends time and space and is meritorious because of it.

Collected Fantasies of Clark Ashton Smith

It has influence both backwards and forwards in time, perfectly fitting in with the Buddhist concept of “the inter-connectedness of all things” and the modern physics dichotomy of entanglement and relativity.

Beneath his sad yet sunny wizened Californian exterior, Smith created whole vistas and civilisations, reminiscent of ancient classic tales, Earth-like yet not necessarily on Earth.  The point is, it doesn’t matter where the stories are set, because like Buddhists, we only choose to live on this Earth, this time.

Our heart is with us always.

Lost Worlds

Lost Worlds

The step-like synchronicity of:

  • his publications,
  • then Tolkien’s books,
  • the success of Tolkien yet comparative failure of Smith,
  • the huge upsurge with the Panther editions and their immaculate cover art,
  • then the massive success of the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy of films

….is no co-incidence.

Check the cover art of the Panther books and then realise how the whole “Rings” thing is those covers, encapsulated as a film …
This is an example of the interconnectedness of all things stretching backwards and forwards through time and space.

Are the stories like the covers?  –  Sort of.   Does it matter?

The band Crawling Chaos’ name comes from Lovecraft.  In retrospect, there are a host of Smith’s tales that I could have chosen for the band name and would have more befitted my admiration for the man.  Whether, collectively, a name could have been chosen and agreed upon is another matter, of course.  It’s all a question of time and space…

Recommended Tales:

Check out the website  “The Eldritch Dark” for shed-loads of CAS stuff.

  • The Coming of the White Worm: (Chapter IX of the Book of Eibon) – Rendered from the Old French manuscript of Gaspard du Nord.
  • The Black Abbot of Puthuum:
    Let the grape yield for us its purple flame,
    And rosy love put off its maidenhood:
    By blackening moons, in lands without a name,
    We slew the Incubus and all his brood.
    — Song of King Hoaraph’s Bowmen

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