Why not publish an H.P. Lovecraft-inspired Haiku poem every day or so? I can’t think of a single reason (besides sanity preservation). Our maiden entry is from Blog-Sothoth, who offers a chilling verse about his namesake:

Piping tunelessly
All knowing sightless mad God
Yog-Sothoth the Gate

And since one slumbering evil turn deserves another, here’s my own take on the form:

Nyarlathotep:
Your dread witch-cult shall reveal
The blackest science

Hey, that’s fun!

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Casey Rae-Hunter
Casey Rae-Hunter is a musician, public policy wonk and the editor/publisher of The Contrarian Media. An in-demand speaker, he gives frequent talks at conferences and campuses on issues at the intersection of creativity, technology, policy and law, and is a go-to source for major media outlets from NPR to the New York Times. Casey works alongside leaders in the music, arts and performance sectors to bolster understanding of and engagement in key policy and technology issues, and has written dozens of articles on the impact of technology on the creative community. Casey is an adjunct professor at Georgetown University and the Deputy Director for Future of Music Coalition. He also serves on the Board of Directors of the Media & Democracy Coalition and the National Alliance for Media Arts and Culture. The Contrarian does not necessarily represent the views of the organizations to which he belongs.

4 Comments for Lovecraft Haiku, Vol. 1.

Nordstrom

Play on, Erich Zann
Peals peeling back the eons
Reveal the true gods

ohmabatu

Strange scents spook the dogs
What horrors they smell unknown
Mad mountain’s gamble

Cade

I came, I read this article, I cqoenured.