The Threshold People are featured on the new installment of the excellent Bezdna Radio Essentials series, on the Silent Flow netlabel! (Stream or Download)
It has been unseasonably cold, and my thoughts are starting to skip past Halloween to the iron days of November. If it keeps up like this, the trick-or-treaters will have to stuff their costumes into their overcoats.
(EDIT: In case I wasn't clear, the postcard is antique, but the poem is new.)
I have been privileged to hear a preview of the new Sublinear album, Masque of the Red Death. It is, take my word for it, fantastic and terrifying! Red Death lacks the trip-hop beats of its predecessor, Pinned Beneath the Boiling Sky, but it shares--and surpasses!--the deep orchestral textures and atmosphere of inescapable dread. Friends, this is really frightening music.
The album will launch tomorrow, October 1st, on the netlabel This Plague of Dreaming. I will update with the link after it goes live. The full album is, as usual, free to download.
UPDATE: The album can be found HERE. Download without delay! If you like us, you will loveSublinear.
"And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."
I just can't seem to drag this blog into the 20th century...
The following is reprinted from The Student, or, The Oxford and Cambridge Monthly Miscellany (1751), for your grueful diversion (with the original explanatory footnotes). A tip for modern readers: eighteenth century printing used the 'long s' [ſ] at the beginning and in the middle of words, and the 'short s' [s] at the end. It can take a little getting used to, but I've retained it because I think it adds to the archaic charm of the piece.
O D E to H O R R O R
In the ALLEGORIC, DESCRIPTIVE, ALLITERATIVE, EPITHETICAL, FANTASTIC, HYPERBOLICAL, and DIABOLICALSTYLE of our modern ODE-WRIGHTS, and MONODY-MONGERS.
----- Ferreus ingruit Horror. VIRG.
O Goddeſs of the gloomy ſcene, Of ſhadowy ſhapes thou black-brow'd queen ; Thy treſſes dark with ivy crown'd, On yonder mould'ring abbey found ; Oft wont from charnels damp and dim, To call the ſheeted ſpectre grim, While as his looſe chains loudly clink, Thou add'ſt a length to every link : O thou, that lov'ſt at eve to ſeek The penſive-pacing pilgrim meek, And ſett'ſt before his ſhudd'ring eyes Strange forms, and fiends of giant-ſize, As wildly works thy wizard will, Till fear-ſtruck fancy has her fill : Dark pow'r, whoſe magic might prevails O'er hermit-rocks, and fairy-vales ; O goddeſs, erſt, by * SPENSER view'd, What time th' enchanter vile embru'd, His hands in FLORIMEL's pure heart, Till loos'd by ſteel-clad BRITOMART : O thou that erſt on fancy's wing Didſt terror-trembling †TASSO bring, To groves, where kept damn'd furies dire Their blazing battlements of fire : Thou that thro' many a darkſom pine, O'er the rugged rock recline, Did'ſt wake the hollow-whiſpr'ing breeze With care-conſumed ELOISE : O thou, with whom in chearleſs cell, The midnight clock pale pris'ners tell ; O haſte thee, mild Miltonic maid, From yonder yew's ſequeſter'd ſhade ; More bright than all the fabled Nine, Teach me to breathe the ſolemn line ! O bid my well-rang'd numbers riſe Pervious to none but Attic eyes ; O give the ſtrain that madneſs moves, Till every ſtarting ſenſe approves !
What felt the Gallic‡ traveller, When far in Arab-deſert drear, He found within the catacomb, Alive, the terrors of a tomb ? While many a mummy thro' the ſhade, In hieroglyphic ſtole array'd, Seem'd to uprear the myſtic head, And trace the gloom with ghoſtly tread ; Thou heardſt him pour the ſtifled groan, HORROR ! his ſoul was all thy own !
O mother of the fire-clad thoughts, O haſte thee from thy grave-like grot ! (What time the witch perform'd her rite,) Sprung from th' embrace of TASTE and Night ! O queen ! that erſt did'ſt thinly ſpread The willowy leaves o'er ISIS' head, And to her meek mien didſt diſpenſe Woe's moſt awful negligence ; What time, in cave, with viſage pale, She told her elegiac tale : O thou ! whom wand'ring WARTONſaw, Amaz'd with more than youthful awe, As by the pale moon's glimm'ring gleam He mus'd his melancholy theme : O curfeu-loving goddeſs haſte ! O waft me, to ſome SCYTHIAN waſte, Where, in Gothic ſolitude, Mid proſpects moſt ſublimely rude, Beneath a rough rock's gloomy chaſm, Thy ſiſter ſits, ENTHUSIASM : Let me with her, in magic trance, Hold moſt delirious dalliance ; Till I, thy penſive votary, HORROR, look madly wild like thee ; Until I gain true tranſport's ſhore, And life's retiring ſcene is o'er, Aſpire to ſome more azure ſky, Remote from dim mortality ; At length, recline the fainting head, In Druid-dreams diſſolv'd and dead !
Chriſt-church April 11, 1751 CHIMÆRICUS OXONIENSIS
* SPENSER's Fairy Queen, B. 3. Canto 12. † Gier. Liberat. B. 14. ‡ Alluding to a ſtory of a French gentleman (mention'd by ſeveral Oriental travellers) who going into the catacombs, not far from Cairo, with ſome Arabs his guides, was there robb'd by them, and left ; a huge ſtone being plac'd over the entrance. I don't remember that any poetical uſe has been made of this ſtory.
This is not quite a book recommendation. I do not, generally, find much interest in real-life horrors, and The Terrific Register (1825) is an encyclopedic catalog of allegedly true "accounts of barbarities inflicted by savage hordes; cruel punishments with which crime has been visited; barbarous murders; atrocious assassinations and diabolical cruelties; bloody duels and sanguinary conflicts; daring villanies (sic), frauds, plots, conspiracies, and rebellions; remarkable robberies, piracies, executions, and persecutions for conscience sake" (as well as "well-authenticated stories of apparitions and strange and fearful superstitions; disastrous accidents, perilous enterprises, and miraculous escapes by sea and land; awful visitations and singular interpositions; accounts of plague, famine, fire, earthquake, and other special chastisements of Providence"). Harrowing stuff, by the look of it, though to be honest I haven't actually read more than the Preface.
But no, the thing which caught my eye immediately, and my reason for mentioning it at all, was the astounding title page illustration:
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Isn't it wonderful? I love the chunkiness of the old engraving, and the overload of macabre detail, epitomized by the legend, "GOD'S REVENGE AGAINST MURDER" (the central moral conceit of the book). The draped corpse and the silhouetted figures remind me a bit of Edward Gorey's animated introduction to the PBS series, Mystery.
The reader who wishes to "scrutinize his (sic) fellow in his worst estate" can find both volumes of this ghastly collection at Google Books:
The Terrific Register, or, Record of Crimes, Judgements, Providences, and Calamities, Volume I & Volume II
