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Kenneth is a 58 year old guy from Lancaster, New Hampshire, USA

This blog is merely a random collection of things which interest me, and, hopefully may interest or amuse others. H. P. Lovecraft, Celtic music and culture, the arts in general, and places around New England will be recurring themes but you may see just about anything.

"I have laboured carefully, not to mock, lament, or execrate, but to understand human actions; and to this end I have looked upon passions, such as love, hatred, anger, envy, ambition, pity, and the other perturbations of the mind, not in the light of vices of human nature, but as properties, just as pertinent to it, as are heat, cold, storm, thunder, and the like to the nature of the atmosphere, which phenomena, though inconvenient, are yet necessary, and have fixed causes, by means of which we endeavour to understand their nature, and the mind has just as much pleasure in viewing them aright, as in knowing such things as flatter the senses."---Baruch Spinoza

  • Created Oct 29



    Portrait of Godfrey Frankenstein,
    by John Frankenstein, ca 1840
  • Created Oct 28

    Frankenstein trestle, Crawford Notch

  • Created Oct 05




    Mercedes Sosa
    9 July 1932-4 October 2009
  • Gracias a la Vida - EN - Joan Baez &Mercedes Sosa

    Rated Oct 05 1 review music, video youtube.com

    Gracias a la Vida
    Mercedes Sosa, with Joan Baez, 1988


  • Created Aug 25



    Memorial to Hugh MacDiarmid, near Langholm, Scotland
  • Created Aug 25





    Frank Belknap Long, with Robert M. Price and Stefan Dziemianowicz,
    at the Lovecraft Centennial Conference, Brown University,
    Providence, Rhode Island, August, 1990
    (photos by Will Hart)
  • Created Aug 20



    H. P. Lovecraft
    20 August 1890; Providence, Rhode Island
    -15 March 1937; Providence, Rhode Island
  • Created Aug 01


    IN THE BEGINNING
    by Primo Levi

    Fellow humans, to whom a year is a long time,
    A century a venerable goal,
    Struggling for your bread,
    Tired, fretful, tricked, sick, lost:
    Listen, and may it be mockery and consolation.
    Twenty billion years before now,
    Brilliant, soaring in space and time,
    There was a ball of flame, solitary, eternal,
    Our common father and our executioner.
    It exploded, and every change began.
    Even now the thin echo of this one reverse catastrophe
    Resounds from the furthest reaches.
    From that one spasm everything was born:
    The same abyss that enfolds and challenges us,
    Everything anyone has ever thought,
    The eyes of every woman we have loved,
    Suns by the thousands
    And this hand that writes.

    13 August 1970