Thomas ligotti

The ORIGINAL Poetic Outlaws on Instagram: ““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…”

Recently, I took to the internet to search for a guide to the best stories by Thomas Ligotti, but came up empty-handed. If you’ve never heard of Ligotti, he’s a horror writer who gained…

Born to Fear Conducted by Sławomir Wielhorski , 2012 Published at The Teeming Brain on February 23, 2015 Originally published in Coś na Progu (Poland) 4-5 (2012) English translation first published in Born to Fear: Interviews with Thomas Ligotti (Subterranean Press, 2014), edited by Matt Cardin Copyright 2012 by Sławomir Wielhorski. Reprinted ...

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Songs of a Dead Dreamer by Thomas Ligotti - ISBN 10: 185487022X - ISBN 13: 9781854870223 - Robinson Publishing, - 1989 - Softcover

In Thomas Ligotti’s recent work of non-fiction, Eugene Thacker discovers a ‘concept horror’ innate to philosophy – the self-recognition of knowledge’s inevitable defeat

I seek to express in art what Thomas Ligotti an American horror and weird fiction writer describes in his unsettling and atmospheric stories that explore themes of nihilism, pessimism, and the cosmic horror of the universe. His writing is characterized by a focus on the psychological and emotional effects of terror and the grotesque, as well as a unique literary style that blends elements of horror, fantasy, and surrealism.

Chris Mars depicts dark imagery in his works, a hellish mutation of French Grisaille meets Hieronymus Bosch. Whereas Bosch depicted the moral concept of hell, Mars has delved into the inner darkness present within mankind, and portrayed it masterfully through the depiction of a more abstract 'mental hell' so to speak. A look into Chris Mars' background, and indeed the Mars family in general sheds light on his intimate yet disturbing works.

To be sane, he held, was either to be sedated by melancholy or activated by hysteria, two responses which were 'always and equally warranted for those of sound insight'. All others were irrational, merely symptoms of imaginations left idle, of memories out of work. And above these mundane responses, the only elevation allowable, the only valid transcendence, was a sardonic one: a bliss that annihilated the universe with jeers of dark joy, a mindful ecstasy. Anything else in the way of…