Tuesday 5 November 2024

My impression from socials right now: an overcrowded railway station where all the trains are delayed or cancelled and there’re no announcements, hence the folks are frustrated and agitated. And mind you, shit hasn’t hit the fan yet.

Monday 4 November 2024

Nothings and triviality

Друзья: постят фотки первого снега
Я: брожу босиком по саду безо всякой надежды на зиму
Сколько лет прошло, а все равно каждый раз тоска по холоду как будто впервые.

Sunday 3 November 2024

A few days ago I was told that my English is barely comprehensible with all the wrong stresses etc. As much as I appreciate reasonable criticism (lol, no, no I don’t), one thing is quite intriguing: despite my apparently broken English I suddenly developed an incomprehensible love for cream teas with—you guess it—tea! And that’s me, a profound coffee drinker since the age of 12. So, as you see, some things can happen at the same time.

Friday 1 November 2024

I’ve been eager to find this book for quite a while, and finally got lucky fetching it on eBay for a very reasonable price (even with shipping costs included). It’s the very first Arkham House edition in my collection, and because my knowledge of Frank Belknap Long is still quite limited, I’m very interested in his HPL bio.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise. ©



Thursday 31 October 2024

Scott Connors: in Memoriam

Lovecraftian and Clark Ashton Smith researcher and author, Scott Connors, has died. I met Scott in 2017 at one of the NecronomiCon panels: he was a brilliant scholar and very interesting to talk to. Sad news indeed. May he rest in peace.


(Photo by Sunni Brock ©)

Gothmas-2024 (pics; En)

Spooky sweets are ready for chubby ghouls and zombies who are about to enter the dwelling.
Happy Hallowe’en to you all!




Wednesday 30 October 2024

Я знаю-знаю, что долги по постам растут в геометрической прогрессии, но до них пока не доходят руки, честное слово. Но обязательно дойдут (даю себе слово).