dim carcosa

Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink behind the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.

—  Robert W. Chambers, “Cassilda’s Song” in The King in Yellow Act 1, Scene 2
The Real Investigator

George and Kramer take a long car ride together. Kramer tries to educate George on some very important topics – the nature of time, the finality of death, allowing one’s own crucifixion – but it doesn’t seem to resonate. Trying to break the awkward tension, George rapidly changes topics: “So, uh, I heard this car used to be owned by Jon Voight!”

Elaine is in several scenes, but seems to only exist as a means to show just how degenerate and despicable George can be.

Seventeen years later, in a moment of high tension, Kramer throws up his hands and says, “Thanks for the beer.” Before leaving, he gathers all the cans in a bag, planning on taking them to Michigan for the ten-cent deposit.

The scalloped tatters of Jerry’s puffy shirt flap unheard in dim Carcosa.