Résultats pour "ex oblivion" dans Science-Fiction et fantasy

Ce poème raconte les rêves d'un homme vraisemblablement mourant. Dans ses rêves, l'homme marche dans une vallée et rencontre un mur couvert de vigne avec une porte en bronze verrouillée à l'intérieur. Il aspire à savoir ce qui se trouve au-delà de la porte. Puis une nuit, l'homme rêve de la ville de rêve Zakarion, dans laquelle il trouve un papyrus jauni écrit par des sages-rêves sages qui n'existent que dans le monde des rêves.

Ex Oblivione is a prose poem by American horror fiction writer H. P. Lovecraft, written in late 1920 or early 1921 and first published in The United Amateur in March 1921, under the pseudonym Ward Phillips. It is written in first person and tells of the dreams of a presumably dying man. In his dreams, the man is walking through a valley and encounters a vine-covered wall with a locked bronze gate therein. He longs to know what lies beyond the gate.

This is the recollection of a man facing the end of his life and the sweet refuge that sleep offers. The man desired to find the way into his dream land permanently - the latch that would allow him through the gate. He finds a yellowed papyrus that tells of conflicting experiences on the other side of the gate, some of wonderful things and other horrifying and terrible. Although not sure which to believe, his desire to cross through intensified. He then finds that the answer to his dilemma may lie with a certain drug.

Le famose storie dell'orrore dello scrittore statunitense Howard Phillips Lovecraft continuano a far discutere gli appassionati, incerti se collocarle nella categoria del fantastico più originale o delle cronache di un possibile domani, di un oggi "laterale" in cui antichi misteri si aprono come crepe nel tessuto della realtà. "Ex Oblivione" raccontato e interpretato con dialoghi, atmosfere, effetti sonori e musiche.

Much like Celephaïs, the unnamed narrator recalls his dreams of drifting on a dreamy ship toward the west and exploring the mystical and ethereal land of the west. The narrator recalls that he always ended at an ivy wall with a gate in it. After years of unrelenting depression in the real world, the narrator decides that he will try and go through the gate of his dreams, wherein he swallows “the drug”. After opening the door, he realizes quickly (and to his delight) that his expectations of what lay beyond were completely wrong.