Each smiled and nodded courteously, and each knew the other lied. - Robert E. Howard

I am a landless man...I come out of the sunset and into the sunrise I go, wherever the Lord doth guide my feet.

I mean my characters are more like men than these real men are, see. They’re rough and rude, they got hands and they got bellies. They hate and they lust; break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.

"The little poets sing of little things:
Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;
Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,
And modest flowers waving in the sun.

The mighty poets write in blood and tears
And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.
They reach their mad blind hands into the night,
To plumb abysses dead to human sight;
To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,
Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world.


MUSINGS


[click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby]"