anonymous asked:

can u pls tell me what are some good poets whose work you recommend reading? You seem like you have a good eye for poetry. Also can you recommend some goods books too? Like anything that could be mind-blogging or like give you this knot in your throat feeling after reading them? Thanks in advance!

i honestly don’t know of many poets that i care enough to rec other than linda addison who does horror poetry. oh! and robin coste lewis

in terms of books though i recommend:

banana yoshimoto - asleep
helen oyeyemi - white is for witching
thomas ligotti - teatro grottesco
tananarive due - my soul to keep
toni morrison - beloved

Antinatalism is based on the principle that suffering of whatever kind or degree should not be caused or perpetuated, and that human existence necessarily entails suffering that we can neither escape nor justify, least of all by experiencing pleasures. Thus, the only way to end all suffering would be to cease producing beings who suffer.
—  Thomas Ligotti
The human phenomenon is but the sum
Of densely coiled layers of illusion
Each of which winds itself on the supreme insanity
That there are persons of any kind
When all there can be is mindless mirrors
Laughing and screaming as they parade about
in an endless dream
—  Thomas Ligotti

So you’re looking for a spooky read, and maybe you’ve heard a few whispers of Ligotti, he of the terrifying dreams of masks, puppets, clowns, and so so much more. Luckily, we’ve got you covered with a round-up. Don’t say we didn’t warn you, though!

Caveat lector! 

Interviewer: Mr. Ligotti, how are you?

Thomas Ligotti: A simple question, but for some reason it triggers something I once read in Kafka’s letters. Kafka remarked to a correspondent that his emotional state was so unstable that, as he stood at the bottom of a flight of stairs, he had no idea how he would feel when he had reached to the top of the stairs. Anyway, in answer to your question, I’m not feeling too bad at the moment.


What’s new to Penguin Classics in October (Part 1: Halloween Horror)

Is this the best Halloween ever in Penguin Classics? Can we top Penguin Horror? Check out what we’ve got planned and you just might wonder…

Charles Beaumont, Perchance to Dream (Foreword by Ray Bradbury, Afterword by William Shatner)

You already know Charles Beaumont, even if you don’t realize it. Beaumont wrote an amazing twenty-two episodes for The Twilight Zone, five of which were based on stories included here. If you’re a fan of genre-hoppers like Neil Gaiman, Karen Russell, and David Mitchell, you’re going to fall in love with this one. Beaumont jumps from sci-fi to fantasy to horror to noir (sometimes all in a single story), and makes it look absurdly easy. Above all, he’s a storyteller of the first rank, and you won’t soon forget any of these stories.

Thomas Ligotti, Songs of a Dead Dreamer and Grimscribe (Foreword by Jeff VanderMeer)

Thomas Ligotti’s been in the news quite a bit for his works of philosophy, but where he truly shines is in his fiction. This book gather together his first two story collections for the first time in one volume. Here you’ll find masks, puppets, demonic clowns, abandoned cities, serial killers, and so much more to keep you awake for the foreseeable future. These are decadent tales of existential horror by a modern master.

Ray Russell, The Case Against Satan (Foreword by Laird Barron)

You’ve seen The Exorcist and Rosemary’s Baby, but maybe you haven’t read the book that started it all. Ray Russell’s 1962 novel kicked off the exorcism craze, leading to a frenzy of exorcisms in fiction, movies, and even in real life. We first introduced Russell in Penguin Horror with his trio of Gothic novels, Haunted Castles, and this one is every bit as devilishly delightful.

And then we would discover its twisted streets and titling houses. Its decaying ground and rotting sky. And with our own eyes we would see the diseased faces peeking from grimy windows. Then we would realize why it is such a secret. The greatest and most vile secret. This degenerate little town where everything began and from whose core of corruption everything seeps out…
—  Thomas Ligotti - “This Degenerate Little Town”
There seems to be an inborn drive in all human beings not to live in a steady emotional state, which would suggest that such a state is not tolerable to most people. Why else would someone succumb to the attractions of romantic love more than once? Didn’t they learn their lesson the first time or the tenth time or the twentieth time? And it’s the same old lesson: everything in this life—I repeat, everything—is more trouble than it’s worth. And simply being alive is the basic trouble. This is something that is more recognized in Eastern societies than in the West. There’s a minor tradition in Greek philosophy that instructs us to seek a state of equanimity rather than one of ecstasy, but it never really caught on for obvious reasons. Buddhism advises its practitioners not to seek highs or lows but to follow a middle path to personal salvation from the painful cravings of the average sensual life, which is why it was pretty much reviled by the masses and mutated into forms more suited to human drives and desires. It seems evident that very few people can simply sit still. Children spin in circles until they collapse with dizziness.