tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107758010639847749.post6627126728455021857..comments2022-02-17T21:15:06.985-08:00Comments on The Scant Gold I Bring : A Dream of the AbyssJeff in Seattlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08096023145399598798noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107758010639847749.post-75655343018952686642020-08-13T19:59:22.070-07:002020-08-13T19:59:22.070-07:00I recently finished Smith's "The Second I...I recently finished Smith's "The Second Interment", and I can't help but feel a similar spirit in this piece, albeit on a far more cosmic scale. It fits into Smith's theme of the frightening yet merciful darkness of oblivion, while approaching Lovecraftian territory. Here the sun is compared to a cyclopean eye, the spaces between the stars to a great Fear, and other impressions compared to conspiring demons, and yet as an even greater darkness swallows up the narrator's mortal being, he briefly wonders if he is borne aloft by Azrael or Abaddon, both prestigious angels. There's an ambiguous dignity in this fall, even if he is ultimately alone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com