Where were you when Lovecraft BTFO Eliot?
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/poetry/p228.aspx
Waste Paper
A Poem of Profound Insignificance
Πἀντα γἐλως kαἱ πἀντα kὀνις kαἱ πἀντα τὁ μηδἐν
Out of the reaches of illimitable light
The blazing planet grew, and forc’d to life
Unending cycles of progressive strife
And strange mutations of undying light
And boresome books, than hell’s own self more trite
And thoughts repeated and become a blight,
And cheap rum-hounds with moonshine hootch made tight,
And quite contrite to see the flight of fright so bright
I used to ride my bicycle in the night
With a dandy acetylene lantern that cost $3.00
In the evening, by the moonlight, you can hear those darkies singing
Meet me tonight in dreamland . . . BAH
I used to sit on the stairs of the house where I was born
After we left it but before it was sold
And play on a zobo with two other boys.
We called ourselves the Blackstone Military Band
Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey, won’t you come home?
[It keeps going]
Lovecraft was a pulp fiction writer making 5 cents a story.
Still Lovecraft's best work:
When, long ago, the gods created Earth
In Jove's fair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
The Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.
>>8425526
Absolutely dreadful, lovecraft was a worse poet than a writer
>>8425540
Why Roman gods?
What a nerd
>>8425540
wow
>>8425545
>Absolutely dreadful
That's the point.