Mar 28, 2022
BYPASS TO OTHERNESS (Henry Kuttner and, most likely, Catherine Moore, 1961)
Art: Bob Blanchard
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BYPASS TO OTHERNESS (Henry Kuttner and, most likely, Catherine Moore, 1961)
Art: Bob Blanchard
Nyogtha again
'Leigh strode to the center of the room, staring at the chair that stood on the black circle of stone. "You work here?" he asked slowly. "Yes. It's quiet—I found I couldn't work upstairs. Too noisy. But this is ideal—somehow I find it very easy to write here. My mind feels"—he hesitated—"free; that is, disassociated with other things. It's quite an unusual feeling." Leigh nodded as though Carson's words had confirmed some idea in his own mind. He turned toward the alcove and the metal disk in the floor. Carson followed him. The occultist moved close to the wall, tracing out the faded symbols with a long forefinger. He muttered something under his breath—words that sounded like gibberish to Carson. "Nyogtha . . . k'yarnak ..." He swung about, his face grim and pale. "I've seen enough," he said softly. "Shall we go?" Surprised, Carson nodded and led the way back into the cellar. Upstairs Leigh hesitated, as though finding it difficult to broach his subject. At length he asked, "Mr. Carson—would you mind telling me if you have had any peculiar dreams lately."' - Henry Kuttner, "The Salem Horror" Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series Criterium sur Carnet A6, extrait de la série Grands Anciens et leurs séides Commissionnned by Ko-fi - Click here to order your own encounter with your favorite Great Old One
Mut antrinken, ist meine Alternative zu Mut haben.
Sarah Kuttner: "Mängelexemplar", S.215
In den letzten Jahren sahen wir uns nur selten, aber unsere Herzen haben dauernd miteinander Kontakt.
Sarah Kuttner: "Mängelexemplar", S.165
Berlin 2010
Und während ich darüber nachdenke, was mich stattdessen im Leben hungrig macht, merke ich, dass ich nicht hungrig bin. Auch nicht satt. Eher appetitlos. Ein Gefühl, als hätte ich vor dem Abendessen genascht, und nun stehe ich vor dem größten Buffet der Welt und finde all die exotischen, schönen und vor allem so reichhaltigen Speisen nur okay. Wann war ich denn überhaupt das letzte Mal wirklich hungrig?
Sarah Kuttner - Wachstumsschmerz