‘Against the Sunset’
James LaFond's Impressions of Autumn by Robert E. Howard
© 2018 James LaFond
JUN/13/18
Reading from A Word from the Outer Dark, page 79
“Now is the lyre of Homer flecked with rust,” begins the first verse of three in this circadian poem. Reading such brief, atmospheric works shot with reflection and shaded in reds, grays and midnight shadows, one finds—or this reader fancies—the doom-gurgling fountain of Howard’s most striking fantasies set in worlds so dark that his black-maned, dark-hearted and bloody-handed heroes might seem a comet of virtue against the worlds that bore them.
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within leviathan’s craw
the gods of boxing
z-pill forever
the greatest lie ever sold
triumph
sorcerer!
the first boxers
the combat space
the year the world took the z-pill
song of the secret gardener
menthol rampage
masculine axis
night city
fanatic
logic of steel
predation
beasts of aryas
time & cosmos
cracker-boy
hate
honor among men
let the world fend for itself
fiction anthology one
book of nightmares
your trojan whorse
the sunset saga complete
orphan nation
america the brutal
by the wine dark sea
fate
sons of aryas
winter of a fighting life
on combat
logic of force
barbarism versus civilization
advent america
blue eyed daughter of zeus
songs of aryas
the greatest boxer
the lesser angels of our nature
wife—
into leviathan’s maw
all-power-fighting
thriving in bad places
under the god of things
dark, distant futures
broken dance
son of a lesser god
when you're food
taboo you
on the overton railroad
uncle satan
solo boxing
ranger?
the fighting edge