A Salute to The Mad Poet

As Cthulhu Month winds down, I think it is important to pay respects to one of the Great One’s most important chroniclers, Abdul Alharazed.  It is he, who after all,  penned the profane Necronomicon, that all-important cookbook sought after by any self-respecting cultist.

Who was Mr. Alharazed? Strangely, there isn’t much information about the individual available to the serious scholar, although many brave souls around the internet have tried digging up dirt about the man. H.P. Lovecraft himself, in 1927, offered this:

“[Al-Harazed] was a mad poet of Sanaa’, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period of the Ommiade caliphs, circa 700 A.D. He visited the ruins of Babylon and the subterranean secret of Memphis and spent ten years alone in the great southern desert of Arabia–the Roba El Khaliyeh or “Empty Space” of the ancients—and “Dahna” or “Crimson” desert of the modern Arabs, which is held to be inhabited by protective evil spirits and monsters of death. Of this desert many strange and unbelievable marvels are told by those who pretend to have penetrated it. In his last years Alhazred dwelt in Damascus.”

The poet allegedly was consumed in full view of a crowd  by an invisible monster, which begs the question as to whether or not Alharazed spent his final years as a mime in white-face. We may not want to imagine the mad poet doing the old “Help-I’m-Trapped-In-A-Box” routine (Marcel Marceau would swear the routine never got old), but it’s important to keep an open mind about such things.

So here’s to Alharazed. We loved The Necronomicon and look forward to the sequel.  P.S….the cat? We just know Lovecraft would have appreciated it.

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