Thursday, September 30, 2010
SOMETHING wicked is coming SOON! !!
Red Magic . Elegy of Rain . eye of newt . SIN & ashes . PAIN . . . This weekend Robin Spriggs, Sarah L. Covert, and yer bEastie are going to do a very bloody and diabolical thing . . . STAY TUNED! !!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Bob Price's treasure!! ! -- From RWC to Hastur . . .
This fantastic volume traces Hastur from Bierce to Chambers to HPL and Derleth . . . ESSENTIAL! !!
Blood Will Have Its Season
is coming to an E-book device soon . . .
[this image is the original unused cover image for BLOOD]
Friday, September 24, 2010
Rick Dakan
I had the great pleasure of spending some time this afternoon with author, Rick Dakan. Wit, smarts, down to earth and friendly, Rick is one fine Lovecraftian. Rick’s been in Berlin researching and writing his new novel, and over the last few months he’s been interviewing Lovecraftains like Bob Price, Wilum Pugmire, S.T. Joshi, and Laird Barron. Today he added me to the list. I’m normally nervous as hell speaking, but Rick is so easy going it was a pleasure to sit and talk to him about things like Nightmare's Disciple, Blood Will Have Its Season, and Robert W. Chambers' King in Yellow.
I’ll be getting my bEastly paws on his novel, The Cthulhu Cult, soon, so what out for a review. S.T. and Bob have both praised this book, so I’m very much looking forward to it.
Info on Rick’s novel can be found at his site:
http://www.thecthulhucult.com/
I’ll be getting my bEastly paws on his novel, The Cthulhu Cult, soon, so what out for a review. S.T. and Bob have both praised this book, so I’m very much looking forward to it.
Info on Rick’s novel can be found at his site:
http://www.thecthulhucult.com/
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
HLPFF 2010
The wondrous H P Lovecraft Film Festival is coming up . . . OCT 1 -2 -3 . . .
http://hplfilmfestival.com/
This legendary fest has been running since 1995, and SADLY, this is to be the last . . . If you ever attended you won't want to miss this last go 'round. If you've never been, do not miss your last chance to view CTHULHUVIAN wonders and hear the Great Old Ones [OK, some are a bit younger] speak! !!
The GOH is none other than the finest writer & storyteller passing out literary gifts these days, Caitlin R. Kiernan! & editor-supreme, Ellen Datlow will be there! !! Add Lovecraftian wonder-man, Bob Price, S. T. Joshi, and Michael Shea [a genius if ever walked!! !], a certain Mr. Hopfrog Pumire, and a midnight-buttered host of other bEasts, you better get there and enjoy! !!
http://hplfilmfestival.com/
The END is NIGH!! !
Be there or stay at home with your suicidal tendencies . . .
For more info and UPDATES visit the always on-top-of-things
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/
http://hplfilmfestival.com/
This legendary fest has been running since 1995, and SADLY, this is to be the last . . . If you ever attended you won't want to miss this last go 'round. If you've never been, do not miss your last chance to view CTHULHUVIAN wonders and hear the Great Old Ones [OK, some are a bit younger] speak! !!
The GOH is none other than the finest writer & storyteller passing out literary gifts these days, Caitlin R. Kiernan! & editor-supreme, Ellen Datlow will be there! !! Add Lovecraftian wonder-man, Bob Price, S. T. Joshi, and Michael Shea [a genius if ever walked!! !], a certain Mr. Hopfrog Pumire, and a midnight-buttered host of other bEasts, you better get there and enjoy! !!
http://hplfilmfestival.com/
The END is NIGH!! !
Be there or stay at home with your suicidal tendencies . . .
For more info and UPDATES visit the always on-top-of-things
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/
Saturday, September 18, 2010
2 Poems . . .
You try, but . . . some days the words just go where they want to . . .
Being Led By Pictures . . .
A doorway. A tear. An arm with a need . . .
Said her name was kristamas.
But her eyes made me forget little bad girls. Ripe-fruit open mouths, emphasis venture. Panties down around their pale ankles.
What’s her name? She must have one? In some life of pictures adorned with masks and loved madly she had one? Must have . . .
The way she parades, scootin’ nipples ready to whirrrr. Why won’t she take off her dark darkmask?
Miles’ trumpet heats her toes. Snow white, curled—what diaries her toes must have written, bite by bite, in the calendars that vanished in graves.
I want to talk to her. Whisper about the bite of the spider. Those legs, that’s the side I want to be lost on. I want to kiss her with my teeth.
“El Prince, loose your ebb and flow processional. The oracle in my fahrenheit itches.”
Shaman-song mouth of rothko shadows colors my mind, peels me till I capsize. Eyes—it’s about that time. Eyes—what if my dainty moondream-valentine klangs when the black satin X of your fox steps from angel to flame. Eyes—every small tiger-face window open with ghosts. Want her gamut to cry without hesitation, want her tongue full of me too, me too.
She knots her joy to the lisp and chat of the drums. Toes . . . Toes—true and pretty, whisper, “Oh.”
Her meow, petite as a knife, is upside down. Knees, smooth as art painted in midnight ivy, redecorates the poof of my stunts . . .
Eyes and toes and nipples, the room dances till it can’t—till it can’t.
[after the art of Kristamas Klousch]
[David Sylvian SLEEPWALKERS]
(c) Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. 2010
The Ground She Sleeps Upon Is A Clue . . . and a mystery
The trauma of chasm is obvious. Can’t delete the world of deadman feats.
Too many surfaces. Tomorrow dies.
Innocent Erendira doubts . . .
In-between the vanishing smoke of love,
Her where-am-I vessel of cracked-diamond stars and amnesia,
Wounds the blue dance of the door.
A day away from further
Her fingers, an exiled patchwork of self injury
And coiled architecture,
Lose their grip on the prayer-bridge.
A butterfly
—(no arc of kite-dance above the snail)
—(its tongue of secrets sends no word),
Scarred by a whisper of breath,
Rests on her shoulder as she slumbers . . .
There’s no anger in dust.
[again, after the art of Kristamas Klousch]
[David Sylvian - "Ride"]
(c) Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. 2010
Being Led By Pictures . . .
A doorway. A tear. An arm with a need . . .
Said her name was kristamas.
But her eyes made me forget little bad girls. Ripe-fruit open mouths, emphasis venture. Panties down around their pale ankles.
What’s her name? She must have one? In some life of pictures adorned with masks and loved madly she had one? Must have . . .
The way she parades, scootin’ nipples ready to whirrrr. Why won’t she take off her dark darkmask?
Miles’ trumpet heats her toes. Snow white, curled—what diaries her toes must have written, bite by bite, in the calendars that vanished in graves.
I want to talk to her. Whisper about the bite of the spider. Those legs, that’s the side I want to be lost on. I want to kiss her with my teeth.
“El Prince, loose your ebb and flow processional. The oracle in my fahrenheit itches.”
Shaman-song mouth of rothko shadows colors my mind, peels me till I capsize. Eyes—it’s about that time. Eyes—what if my dainty moondream-valentine klangs when the black satin X of your fox steps from angel to flame. Eyes—every small tiger-face window open with ghosts. Want her gamut to cry without hesitation, want her tongue full of me too, me too.
She knots her joy to the lisp and chat of the drums. Toes . . . Toes—true and pretty, whisper, “Oh.”
Her meow, petite as a knife, is upside down. Knees, smooth as art painted in midnight ivy, redecorates the poof of my stunts . . .
Eyes and toes and nipples, the room dances till it can’t—till it can’t.
[after the art of Kristamas Klousch]
[David Sylvian SLEEPWALKERS]
(c) Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. 2010
The Ground She Sleeps Upon Is A Clue . . . and a mystery
The trauma of chasm is obvious. Can’t delete the world of deadman feats.
Too many surfaces. Tomorrow dies.
Innocent Erendira doubts . . .
In-between the vanishing smoke of love,
Her where-am-I vessel of cracked-diamond stars and amnesia,
Wounds the blue dance of the door.
A day away from further
Her fingers, an exiled patchwork of self injury
And coiled architecture,
Lose their grip on the prayer-bridge.
A butterfly
—(no arc of kite-dance above the snail)
—(its tongue of secrets sends no word),
Scarred by a whisper of breath,
Rests on her shoulder as she slumbers . . .
There’s no anger in dust.
[again, after the art of Kristamas Klousch]
[David Sylvian - "Ride"]
(c) Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. 2010
word stuff
Kind of busy ‘round here . . . [chilly too] . . .
The final edits for SIN & ashes are turned in . . . awaiting cover news/details . . .
Signed the contracts w/ Speaking Volumes [ http://speaking-volumes.com/indexflsh.asp ] for the reissue of Nightmare’s Disciple, and the E-Books of ND and Blood Will Have Its Season . . . They’ll darken the street in JAN/FEB 2011 . . .
Working on a *long* tale set in LENG for Bob Price’s From Secret Asia's Blackest Heart, coming from Mythos Books 2011 . . . [& I hear tell a certain mega-talented earth-clearer --known to wander ‘round in red pj’s-- is also penning a Lang tale for this anthology] . . .
Also on the desk: a noirish short called, “The Black Box”, lightly-editing The Orphan Palace [may have updates about this soon], looking forward to seeing the new issue of “STRANGE AEONS” magazine [#3 is an all KIY issue w/ a new tale by me], and tinkering w/ the new novel [noir & rock ‘n’ roll, w/ a special cosmic guest] . . . researching for another tale for another Bob Price project –this one involves playing w/ madness. Guess I can . . .
[current sountrack: David Sylvian SLEEPWAKLERS] [wonderful cover by Kristams Klousch too! !!]
The final edits for SIN & ashes are turned in . . . awaiting cover news/details . . .
Signed the contracts w/ Speaking Volumes [ http://speaking-volumes.com/indexflsh.asp ] for the reissue of Nightmare’s Disciple, and the E-Books of ND and Blood Will Have Its Season . . . They’ll darken the street in JAN/FEB 2011 . . .
Working on a *long* tale set in LENG for Bob Price’s From Secret Asia's Blackest Heart, coming from Mythos Books 2011 . . . [& I hear tell a certain mega-talented earth-clearer --known to wander ‘round in red pj’s-- is also penning a Lang tale for this anthology] . . .
Also on the desk: a noirish short called, “The Black Box”, lightly-editing The Orphan Palace [may have updates about this soon], looking forward to seeing the new issue of “STRANGE AEONS” magazine [#3 is an all KIY issue w/ a new tale by me], and tinkering w/ the new novel [noir & rock ‘n’ roll, w/ a special cosmic guest] . . . researching for another tale for another Bob Price project –this one involves playing w/ madness. Guess I can . . .
[current sountrack: David Sylvian SLEEPWAKLERS] [wonderful cover by Kristams Klousch too! !!]
Sunday, September 5, 2010
A fan page for me . . .
Sarah L. Covet, of SNS, a fan and friend of mine has started a fan page for me and my books on Facebook.
Details can be found here:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Joseph-S-Pulver/157811340895910
sheNeverSlept can be found here:
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/
Details can be found here:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Joseph-S-Pulver/157811340895910
sheNeverSlept can be found here:
http://sheneverslept.com/newsandreviews/
Friday, September 3, 2010
A Gentleman Diabolist gets Bloody
Of Blood Will Have Its Season, [Damn near genius poet! &] Gentleman Diabolist, Robin Spriggs, says, "If you like your prose (and poetry) haunting, hallucinatory, and full of heart, read Joe Pulver."
Every lover of The Weird and poetry, ***NEEDS*** his collection, Diary of a Gentleman Diabolist! !!
http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Gentleman-Diabolist-Robin-Spriggs/dp/0963429671/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_1
Every lover of The Weird and poetry, ***NEEDS*** his collection, Diary of a Gentleman Diabolist! !!
http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Gentleman-Diabolist-Robin-Spriggs/dp/0963429671/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_1
Spawn of the Green Abyss
And S.T. [Joshi] says, "Am reading proofs of SPAWN OF THE GREEN ABYSS . . ."
S.T. is the editor on this tome. It's coming from MYTHOS BOOKS very soon. That's very good news! !!
My tale, ". . . Hungry . . . Rats", is in SPAWN.
More on this and other things soon . . .
S.T. is the editor on this tome. It's coming from MYTHOS BOOKS very soon. That's very good news! !!
My tale, ". . . Hungry . . . Rats", is in SPAWN.
More on this and other things soon . . .
Thursday, September 2, 2010
BLOOD stains yer E-device . . .
Blood Will Have Its Season is coming to an E-book device soon . . . Ligotti and Datlow liked it, maybe you will too? More on this release and ND on E-book very soon . . .
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Nightmare's Disciple . . . reanimated
My Lovecraftian serial killer novel, Nightmare’s Disciple, will soon be in print again. This time it will contain Bob Price’s original introduction. Sadly, it was not included in the Chaosium edition due to page count considerations. ND will also be appearing as an E-book. More soon . . .
In other news . . . I submitted two short horror/weird works today . . .
Also at work on . . . Well . . . out running w/ 3 dogs, History, Ashton, and Outlaw . . . fingerpost says, MYTHOS . . . Got my guns out. I'd call Laird or Jack London -- Hell, I'd assemble the Avengers, but there's no phone booth . . . Got invited to whip up something for a new anthology, and of course, I said, yes . . .
There are several other forms of madness in the wings, I'll keep you posted . . .
In other news . . . I submitted two short horror/weird works today . . .
Also at work on . . . Well . . . out running w/ 3 dogs, History, Ashton, and Outlaw . . . fingerpost says, MYTHOS . . . Got my guns out. I'd call Laird or Jack London -- Hell, I'd assemble the Avengers, but there's no phone booth . . . Got invited to whip up something for a new anthology, and of course, I said, yes . . .
There are several other forms of madness in the wings, I'll keep you posted . . .
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