Ex Oblivione

Dream Cycle

by H.P. Lovecraft

"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.

Genres: Horror, Short Stories, Lovecraftian, Fantasy, Fiction, Classics, Poetry

6 pages, Kindle Edition

First published March 1, 1921

About the author

Howard Phillips Lovecraft, of Providence, Rhode Island, was an American author of horror, fantasy and science fiction.

Lovecraft's major inspiration and invention was cosmic horror: life is incomprehensible to human minds and the universe is fundamentally alien. Those who genuinely reason, like his protagonists, gamble with sanity. Lovecraft has developed a cult following for his Cthulhu Mythos, a series of loosely interconnected fictions featuring a pantheon of human-nullifying entities, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire of magical rites and forbidden lore. His works were deeply pessimistic and cynical, challenging the values of the Enlightenment, Romanticism and Christianity. Lovecraft's protagonists usually achieve the mirror-opposite of traditional gnosis and mysticism by momentarily glimpsing the horror of ultimate reality.

Although Lovecraft's readership was limited during his life, his reputation has grown over the decades. He is now commonly regarded as one of the most influential horror writers of the 20th Century, exerting widespread and indirect influence, and frequently compared to Edgar Allan Poe.
See also Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

— Wikipedia

Reviews

[Peter · Rating 4 out of 5]

A first person narrator intends to stay forever in his dreams to enter the golden valley of happiness. He takes drugs for this reason. One day the latch is open and he can pass. Escapism, suicide solution, world weariness... Lovecraft comes up with a fine poem turned story here. Recommended!

[Brian Yahn · Rating 3 out of 5]

Lovecraft strikes again with his silky-smooth dream-like prose. He writes about ideas that, at the time, were totally foreign and thought provoking, but now are widely accepted and old news. Evidence of his genius? I think.

In Ex Oblivione, the way the prose feels otherworldly and somehow connected to the themes of the story--afterlife and dreams--is pretty cool.

And even though it stands out like the Call of Cthulhu, and even though you can look back and see why people before were wild about him, the prose seems out of place while the ideas seem commonplace in modern literature. So there's not a whole lot to love about Lovecraft.

[Tawfek · Rating 3 out of 5]

كتابة لافكرافت من النوع اللي بيخليني أسرح، او انا كنت خلاص جبت آخري و هسرح بالفعل مش عارف
حسيت اللغة شاعريه، بعد كده اكتشفت ان دي أصلًا قصيدة نثرية، الكتاب اللي قرأتها فيه مش موضح ايه قصة قصيرة و ايه شعر و ايه اي حاجة الحقيقة
قرأتها في كتاب المترجم 2 لهشام فهمي

[Markus · Rating 5 out of 5]

I'm really enjoying this Lovecraft phase. Ex Oblivione is another story that's considerably more pure fantasy-esque than I'm used to with the weird horror master and creator of the Cthulhu mythos. This story, like Azathoth, The Quest of Iranon and many more short-form texts, provide Lovecraft's fictional musings on dreams and their connection to the unknown and the supernatural.

It's also just beautifully written.

[Leah Craig · Rating 4 out of 5]

"I knew not which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross for ever into the unknown land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace."

[Chrissana Roy · Rating 3 out of 5]

"Cuando me llegaron los últimos días, y las feas trivialidades de la vida me hundieron en la locura como esas gotas de agua que el torturador deja caer sin cesar sobre un punto del cuerpo de su víctima, dormir se convirtió para mí en un refugio luminoso. En mis sueños encontré un poco de la belleza que había buscado en vano durante la vida, y pude vagar por viejos jardines y bosques encantados."

[David · Rating 5 out of 5]

Yeah I thought this was beautiful. I realize that at its core it’s about a guy who gets so tired of his life that he chooses to end it, and that is not a beautiful thing. But this thing hit me in a deeply personal place and so I ended up loving it. The vividness of this man’s dreams of escaping in to other worlds, and his eventual acceptance of death as a release both resonated for me.

And not for nothing but just on a nuts and bolts of storytelling level I find it impressive that Lovecraft could write something this bare bones and this brief but that still hits this hard. I think most authors, at least the ones I tend to read, would need considerably more runway to get as high off the ground as this does.

Five stars, no question. I fully expect this one to stick with me for a long while.

[Eddie B. · Rating 4 out of 5]

ترجمة موقع "ويكي مصدر" لقصيدة "إلى النسيان" بقلم هوارد فيليبس لافكرافت، مع بعض التصرف
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عندما أحسستُ بدنوّ أيامي الأخيرة
وأن توافهَ الوجودِ القبيحةَ بدأت تقودُني إلى الجنون..
- مثل قطراتِ الماء الصغيرة
التي يُنزِلُها المعذِّبون دون انقطاعٍ
على بقعةٍ واحدةٍ من أجسادِ ضحاياهُم -
وجدتُ نفسي أحبُّ ملجأ النوم..
وجدت في أحلامي قليلا من الجمالِ
الذي بحثتُ عنه - عبثًا - في الحياة،
وتجوّلتُ عبر الحدائقِ القديمة والغاباتِ المسحورة.

ذات مرة
كانت الريحُ هادئةً وعطرة
وسمعتُ الجنوبَ يناديني،
وأبحرتُ بلا نهايةٍ
- وأنا أحُس بالإعياء يعتريني -
تحت النجوم الغريبة.

ذات مرة
عندما هطل المطر اللطيف
دخلتُ في مركَبٍ على جدولٍ لا تراه الشمس تحت الأرض
حتى وصلتُ إلى عالمٍ آخرَ من الغسق الأرجواني،
والأشجارِ قُزَحيةِ اللون،
والوردِ الأبدي..
مشيتُ عبر وادٍ ذهبي يؤدّي إلى بساتينَ وأطلالَ غامضة،
ووصلتُ إلى حائطٍ هائلٍ تحيط به الكَرمَات العتيقة،
وتثقبه بوابةٌ صغيرة من البرونز.

مَشَيْتُ من خلال هذا الوادي عدة مرات،
وكثيرا ما كنت أطيلُ الوقوفَ وَسْطَ الضوء الخفيف،
حيث تتلوى الأشجار العملاقة وتلتفُّ بشكل غريب،
وامتدّت الأرض الرمادية الرطبة من جذع إلى جذع،
وكشفَتْ عن بعض الأحجار التي يغطيها الفطر،
والتي تخص معابد مدفونة.

وكان محط نظري
هو الحائط الهائل الذي تعلوه الكُروم
والذي يقع بوسْطِهِ ذاك الباب البرونزي الصغير.
. . .
بعد فترة،
لم أعد أحتمل أيام الوعي
بسبب كآبتها وتشابهها.
وفي أغلب الأحيان
كنت أنجرفُ - في سلامِ الدواء المنوم -
في الوادي والبساتين الغامضة،
وأتساءلُ: كيف أجعلها مسكني الأبدي،
حتى لا أعودَ إلى عالمٍ مملٍ تخلو منه المباهج والألوان الجديدة.

نظرتُ إلى الباب الصغير في الحائط الهائل،
شعرت بأنّ خلفه تقعُ أرضٌ من الأحلام
متى يدخلها المرء، فلا رجوع منها.

في كلِ ليلةٍ
جاهدتُ في نومي لأجدَ مزلاجَ الباب المخفي في الحائط الأثري،
رغم أنه كان مخفيا بشكلٍ جيد.
وكنت أخبر نفسي بأن العالمَ خلف الحائطِ كان أكثر ديمومةً،
بل وكان أكثرَ روعة وتألقا.

وفي إحدى الليالي
كنتُ في زاكاريون
- مدينةِ الحُلم -
ووجدت ورقةَ برديِّ مُصفَرّة
امتلأتْ بأفكارِ حكماءِ الأحلامِ الذين سكنوا قديما في تلك المدينة،
وبلغوا من الحكمةِ أنهم لم يولدوا في عالم اليقظين.
في ذلك المكان كُتِبَتْ عديدُ الأشياءِ التي تتعلّقُ بعالم الأحلام،
وبينها حديثٌ عن وادٍ ذهبي وبستانٍ مقدس به معابد،
وحائطٍ عالٍ به بابٌ برونزي صغير.
عندما رأيتُ هذه الكتابة، عرَفتُ أنها نفس المشاهد التي تراودني،
فقرأت مطولا بالبردية.

كَتبَ بعض حكماء الأحلام عن العجائب خلف الباب المنيع،
لكن آخرين تحدثوا عن الرعب والإحباط.
لم أعرف من أُصدِّق،
لكن رغبتي زادت بعبور الباب نحو الأرض المجهولة إلى الأبد؛
ذلك الشكّ والسرية هما أشد أنواع السحر،
ولا يوجدُ رعبٌ يتجاوزُ - في غرابته وفظاعته - العذابَ اليوميّ
الذي يلقيه المكانُ العادي.
لذا عندما علمتُ بالمخدّر الذي يفتح الباب ويوصلني إلى هناك،
صمّمت على أخذه عندما أصحو.

ليلةَ أمس ابتلعتُ المخدّر
وطفوت بحُلمي إلى الوادي الذهبي والبساتين الغامضة؛
وعندما وصلتُ هذه المرة إلى الحائط الأثري،
رأيت بأن الباب البرونزي الصغير كان مفتوحا.
من ورائه أتى وهجٌ غريب من الأشجارِ الملتفة العملاقة وقممِ المعابدِ المدفونة،
وسبحتُ بتناغمٍ مع الفضاء،
وأنا أتوقعُ أمجادَ الأرضِ التي لن أعود منها أبدا.

لكن
في الوقت الذي فُتح فيه الباب عن آخره
ودفعني سحرُ المخدّر والحُلم إلى الداخل،
عرَفتُ بأنّ كلَّ المشاهدِ والأمجادِ كانت لها نهاية؛
ذلك العالمُ الجديدُ لم يكن أرضا أو بحرا،
لكنه - فقط - فراغٌ أبيضُ لفضاءٍ خالٍ من الناس
ولا حدود له.
لذا،
كانت سعادتي أكبر مما كنت آمُل،
ودخلتُ إلى تلك اللانهاية..
إلى النسيان..
حيث دعاني شيطانُ الحياةِ لأقضيَ
ساعةً
قصيرةً
ومقفرة.
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[ᴥ Irena ᴥ · Rating 3 out of 5]

This prose poem reminds me a bit of Celephaïs. It is beautiful. It is written in the first person and told by someone who found beauty and peace in dreams.
While roaming through dream lands the narrator finds a papyrus that tells about a locked gate that can be unlocked using a special drug.
Beyond the gate he finds two truths.

[Nada Adel · Rating 5 out of 5]

I've never read anything by H.P. Lovecraft. The story is a single-page short story that is very beautifully written. Hopefully, this won't be my last Lovecraft. I totally recommend this to everyone.

[Christian · Rating 5 out of 5]

A short enjoyable story about an unnamed narrator who wishes to stay in the dream world and takes substances to try and do so. Once again the imagery from HP Lovecraft is fantastic, vivid and leads to an enjoyable short story with deeper musings upon life.

[Jörg · Rating 5 out of 5]

Ultra kurze Geschichte, aber gut, überraschendes Ende

[Mika · Rating 2 out of 5]

I say no to drugs and no to the afterlife. I say yes to healthy habits and a long life.

[Rissa (rissasreading) · Rating 3 out of 5]

This reminds me of the Bobs Burgers episode "Running Down The Gene" where Gene uses lucid dreaming techniques to remember and revisit his dream

[Britt · Rating 3 out of 5]

This was a nice, well written story that avid dreamers will especially enjoy. It has an eerie vibe that makes you question the different between reality and dream life, and how dreams can directly relate to who you are. Very similar vibe to the rest of his stories. Recommend for a quick short story!

[Baal Of · Rating 2 out of 5]

A drug induced trip into oblivion. Feels like a fragment of a journal rather than an actual story or "prose poem" as I've seen it described.

On a tangent, it feels a bit like a cheat to be logging all these Lovecraft stories separately, but I'm working my way through a digital Complete Works, and I want to have a record of everything I've read. Maybe I should pull these off my feed. Since I'm on vacation right now, I've been reading quite a bit.

[K. Anna Kraft · Rating 3 out of 5]

I have arranged my thoughts on this short story into a haiku:

"Death's gentlest greeting,
Beguiling in sleep's soft realm,
Free from that without."

[Lucia Némethová · Rating 3 out of 5]

"I knew not which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross for ever into the unknown land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace."

"So, happier than I had ever dared hope to be, I dissolved again into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life had called me for one brief and desolate hour."

A passage from dream/hallucination to a pressumed death.

[Maitreyi]

My first H.P. Lovecraft short story. This man is famous for horror, and I've dying to get to some of his works, but I'm so glad that I started with this. Enchanting, gripping, and absolutely trancelike writing. This story's use of metaphor and dreamscape is worthy of being studied in English class. (And as an English major, I'm sad that genres like horror are looked down upon in terms of their literary merit.)

[Youmna · Rating 4 out of 5]

"After a while, as the days of waking became less and less bearable from their greyness and sameness, I would often drift in opiate peace through the valley and the shadowy groves, and wonder how I might seize them for my eternal dwelling-place, so that I need no more crawl back to a dull world stript of interest and new colours..."

[Andrei Vasilachi · Rating 3 out of 5]

"Some of the dream-sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the irrepasable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment. I knew not which to believe, yet I longed more and more to cross forever into the unknown land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace."

[Graeme Rodaughan]

Apparently drugs can unite you with 'the native infinity of crystal oblivion,' if that's what HPL discovered, I feel genuinely sorry for him.

4 'Illimitable Stars Living in the Sad Space Between Ecstasy and Desolation.'

[Lotus.Lua · Rating 3 out of 5]

Relata un mundo de sueños en donde busca refugiarse del mundo banal pero al dejarse arrastrar por aquella ilusión es castigado por la nada infinita.

[alina boop · Rating 5 out of 5]

“ In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.”

[Nena · Rating 5 out of 5]

Φιλοσοφικό, λυρικό, υπαρξιακό, ονειρικό.Η ψυχή που ψάχνει ένα πέρασμα στην ελευθερία μέσα από την λήθη, αθόρυβα, χωρίς πόνο ή επιθυμία. Άραγε η λήθη προκαλεί τρόμο ή παρηγοριά;

[Forked Radish · Rating 5 out of 5]

My favourite quote: "No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace."

[Tea & Gemimah Read Books · Rating 5 out of 5]

Ex Oblivione is one of those rare Lovecraft pieces where he doesn’t just whisper cosmic despair. This dread and insignificance is practically sighed into your soul. It’s short, poetic, and beautifully miserable, like a dream you wake from too soon and immediately wish you hadn’t.

This isn’t horror in the usual sense. There are no monsters, no tentacles, no ancient cults, no oogie boogies. Just the quiet allure of nonexistence. The sweet release of death. Oblivion. It’s Lovecraft’s ultimate comfort blanket: the sweet release of nothingness. There’s a strange kind of peace in it, the acceptance that maybe the void isn’t to be feared, but welcomed.

It’s haunting, serene, and oddly comforting in that bleak, existential way only Lovecraft could make feel poetic instead of alarming. A small, melancholic masterpiece.

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[Moataz Mohamed · Rating 4 out of 5]

The transition between the waking world and the wisdom of dreams, and reading the text after reading similar texts about the dreams realm make me wonder, why do I read about the worlds of dream? Is it a trigger from my subconscious to seek the wisdom of texts for consultation about the dilemmas of my restless sleep? Am I trying to find a way to remember the composure of my dreams? Am I supposed to know what I dream of? Will I, if I remember, be capable of comprehending, or is it a language that only my subconscious, with all its wisdom, can master? I don't, sincerely, know. All I know is, I enjoyed this short story.

[John Yelverton · Rating 2 out of 5]

"Ex Oblivione" is an aptly titled work by H.P. Lovecraft, because it's a completely forgettable work by the author of so many memorable ones.

[Susie Q · Rating 2 out of 5]

A bad trip🥴