Greetings Everyone!
It is the second week of October.
H. P.
Lovecraft, surely as much of a patron saint of autumn as Ray Bradbury,
personifies October as a “mystic pilgrim” in his poem “October.”
“Mellow-faced with eyes of faery, wistful clad in
tinted leaves,
See the brown October tarry by the golden rows of
sheaves.
Oak and acorn in his garland, fruit and wineskin in
his hands,
Mystic pilgrim from a far land down the road to
farther lands.”
This is a bit ironic because Lovecraft didn’t believe
in the existence of “farther lands.”
Lovecraft had no love for humans, no hope that human beings could
perfect themselves and no faith that higher, spiritual beings exist who care
about us. He saw only a bleak, frightening cosmos
waiting in the future—a cosmos indifferent to us and filled with malevolent
entities that seek to insure our destruction.
But this is Lovecraft’s belief and there is no reason
why we have to accept it.
For my part, I believe in the farther lands—the lands
of beauty and promise— where we can, if we have enough love, hope and faith,
make all of our dreams come true.
JLS
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