Farmer Seth Atwood
.Part of a series of images from the shadowy fringes of the Internet. Visuals that stir my sense for the eerie and macabre.
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This is a piece of artwork done by my good friend HIAB-X. He often suffers vivid dreams with extremely disturbing scenes and his only way of exorcising these nightime demons is to recreate them. This one really grabbed me because it immediately conjured up a half-formed image I’d had in my mind since first listening to the incredible “Fungi from Yuggoth” prose by H.P.Lovecraft. In particular, the scene by the well. Full of evil menace and a sense that here was a man who has been burned and twisted by the monstrous secrets he’s heard whispered by alien throats in dank, dark and lonely forests.
Farmer Seth Atwood was past eighty when
He tried to sink that deep well by his door,
With only Eb to help him bore and bore.
We laughed, and hoped he’d soon be sane again.
And yet, instead, young Eb went crazy, too,
So that they shipped him to the county farm.
Seth bricked the well-mouth up as tight as glue -
Then hacked an artery in his gnarled left arm.After the funeral we felt bound to get
Out to that well and rip the bricks away,
But all we saw were iron hand-holds set
Down a black hole deeper than we could say.
And yet we put the bricks back – for we found
The hole too deep for any line to sound.Excerpt – The Fungi from Yuggoth, by H.P.Lovecraft
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