Showing posts with label unknowable. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unknowable. Show all posts

Friday, November 5, 2010

Day Tripping to Yoh-Vombis

 
"If the doctors are correct in their prognostication, I have only a few Martian hours of life remaining to me. In those hours I shall endeavor to relate, as a warning to others who might follow in our footsteps, the singular and frightful happenings that terminated our researches among the ruins of Yoh-Vombis. Somehow, even in my extremity, I shall contrive to tell the story; since there is no one else to do it. But the telling will be toilsome and broken; and after I am done, the madness will recur, and several men will restrain me, lest I should leave the hospital and return across many desert leagues to those abominable vaults beneath the compulsion of the malignant and malevolent virus which is permeating my brain. Perhaps death will release me from that abhorrent control, which would urge me down to bottomless underworld warrens of terror for which the saner planets of the solar system can have no analogue. I say perhaps . . . for, remembering what I have seen, I am not sure that even death will end my bondage . . . ."

When I recently read this article, about NASA's plans to launch one-way missions to Mars, I immediately though of one of my favorite masters of the pen, clay and ink, Clark Ashton Smith, and his fascination with the possibly menacing nature of Mars, most famously explored in his The Vaults of Yoh-Vombis, which has come to be his second-most famous story (after the dark fantasy masterpiece The City of Singing Flame, which, in my humble opinion, rivals anything written by Smith's contemporaries, including HPL).

Smith - hereafter referred to as "CAS," as he's known to all annoying fanboys like me - completed the original version of "Yoh-Vombis" on the 12th of September, 1931, and after several frustrating re-writes at the behest of Weird Tales editor Farnsworth Wright, the magazine finally accepted a pared-down version of the story in late October.

"The Vaults of Yoh-Vombis" was later published by Arkham House as the 19th tale in the CAS anthology Out of Space and Time, first released in 1942 with a print run of just over 1,000 copies.


Later editions were also published by Arkham House.


In "The Vaults of Yoh-Vombis," CAS describes an ancient cosmic horror that dwells under the ruined Martian city of Yoh-Vombis, discovered by a group of intrepid archeologists, after being abandoned by their two hesitant Martian guides.  I don't want to give away the plot points, but let's just say they don't discover grumpy little creatures with broom-topped green helmets and oversize sneakers.
With NASA's push to Mars, we might uncover something a bit more... "substantial" and less Warner Bros. in the dusty dark of the Red Planet that doesn't necessarily cotton to the sudden presence of biped humanity - or worse yet, decides to do something about it.
Sending squishy human beings to Mars without a return ticket could leave us at the mercy of things unimaginably strange, and potentially quite nasty.  Or, we could just find ancient, dried out waterways and lifeless rock.  We don't really now.  Yet, we MUST know.  Isn't that what drives us?  Isn't that why Eve plucked the apple (and then quickly invented biodegradable pasties)?  The constant quest to uncover the Unknown, and possibly even the Unknowable?  In the last fifty years, we've just taken the first, shaky baby step into physically exploring the cosmos.  What if don't like what we find?  Worse yet, what if we jostle something that was best left undisturbed?

It's the height of human hubris to believe that we could the only possible sentient life in this vast, immeasurable and constantly expanding universe (without taking into account dimensions and spheres beyond our reckoning, understanding, and ability to locate).

That brash arrogance will be tested very soon...

HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!   WE ALL MIGHT DIE SOON!

Oh, and read some Clark Ashton Smith very soon.  He's old school tough, a rough hewn American badass and naturalist gentleman of the weird and wonderful.
One of the Godfathers of the Cosmic - Clark Ashton Smith

Monday, October 25, 2010

When One Can See in the Dark, Halloween NEVER Gets Old


Welcome to All Hallows Eve Week at The Cosmicomicon.

I just posted up a stale, fusty old primer on the history of Halloween, but I think we all know the Roman/Pagan backstory (and if not, google the hell out of it).  So, I deleted it in favor of pictures of the Grau Haus, and the fabulously infernal decor whipped up by my bewitching wife Ivy this past weekend.  We take our holidays very seriously at Grau Haus, and none more murderously serious than Halloween, which always runs neck and neck with Christmas as the most magical time of year 'round these parts.  The light and dark/yin and yang of what we hold near and dear, as it were.

In a mainstream sense, Halloween might be for the kids first and foremost, with its focus candy,  commercialism, and cocktail parties.  But for us devoted Dark Siders, it's also the time of year to revel in the supernatural, the weird, the spooky, and the horrifying.

The unknown, and the UNKNOWABLE.

It's about being a scared and excited kid again, shivering out in front of a haunted house, as the screams, thumps and sounds of chainsaws and rattling chains filter out into the chilled night air.  We don't do that anymore, but we don't have to.  There's enough horror left - hell, MORE horror left - in this world and other realms and cycles beyond to keep us a child in awe of the terrifying forever.  And that makes me happy...

Anyway, I've got the rest of the year to prattle on like a cracked out blowhard with a horror fetish.  Tonight, we go to the photos:
The Rue d'Auseil, overlooking our own personal cemetery moldering in the middle of our living room.
Ivy's ode to Edgar Allan Poe and Vincent Price in Corman's "Fall of the House of Usher"
The bats swoop and dive, bringing good tidings of dark deeds to the streets of Paris

The smoking hellscape of my dreams

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Possibilities of the Infinitesimal

From the unthinkably massive yesterday to the amazingly ephemeral today...


I've often pondered the possibility that our entire reality - everything we know about our expanding universe and all space/time - could possibly be taking place inside the nucleus of an atom making up the "body" of what we know as God, or some other unknowable Entity from which Everything was birthed.

Seeing photos like these only reinforces these mind bending notions.



What if we're living inside the nucleus of an atom...

And a whole reality lives inside the nucleus of our atoms...

With another plane of existence living inside the sub-atomic Quarks of those atoms...

Populated by a whole ecosystem of life forms living inside the Neutrinos...





With another entire Multiverse existing in particles our clumsy human brains haven't even discovered yet?

What would that do to us as a species, our understanding of who were are, what is out there, and what It All means?





Who says monsters only cast large shadows?