New TLO Style - Dead Dreamer

[Dr. Bantham]

A new style has been added to TLO. Dead Dreamer emulates the cover design of the Silver Scarab release of SONGS OF A DEAD DREAMER. The style features imagery by Harry O. Morris and technicolor cathode ray burns throughout.

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	TLO THOMAS LIGOTTI ONLINE

[bendk]

Wow! This is a great style, Brian. I enjoy the colors. And it is always nice to see H.O.M.'s screaming mannikin

[hopfrog]

The new style came up immediately before I logged on, and it stunned me. It is very beautiful, and I love the H.O.M. imagery. My mind has been dwelling on Harry, as I have yet to know for a certainty that he will be illustrating my Centepede book -- but I'm hoping that he will. He is the Artist Guest of Honour at the Stoker Awards this summer. Makes me rather want to be there, although award gatherings so bore me. His NYCTALOPS is a publication to which I constantly return -- the finest Lovecraft/weird fiction zine ever publish'd. Many thanx for this new style.

[EemeliJ]

It's beautiful. Thank you.

[Ligeia]

A horror rainbow!!Thank you Brian!

[G. S. Carnivals]

"'It was written in the hieroglyphics of humble things, things humble to the point of mockery, all the lonesome pathetic things, all the desolate dusty things, all the misbegotten things, ruined things, failed things, all the imperfect semblances and deteriorating remnants of what we arrogantly deign to call the Real, to call... Life. In brief, the entire realm of the unreal - wherein He abides - is what He loves like nothing in this world. And haven't we ourselves at some time come face to face with this blessed realm? Can you recall ever having travelled down a deserted road and coming upon something like an old fairground: a desolate assemblage of broken booths and sagging tents, all of which you glimpsed through a high arcing entranceway with colors like a rusted rainbow? Didn't it seem as if some great catastrophe had struck, leaving only lifeless matter to molder in silent anonymity? And were you sad to see a place of former gaiety lying in its grave? Did you attempt to revive it in your imagination, start up the dead machinery, and fill the midway once again with fresh colors and laughing faces? We have all done this, all attempted to resurrect the defunct. And this is precisely where we have separated ourselves from the law and the truth of the Creator. Were we in harmony with Him, our gaze would fall upon a thriving scene and perceive nothing there but ruins and the ghosts of puppets.'"

Thomas Ligotti - "Mad Night of Atonement"