The legendary M.M. Moamrath, inept
imitator of H.P. Lovecraft and other great pulp writers of the '30s and
'40s, now achieves his greatest post-mortum success.
THE YOUNG GUY FROM FUGGOTH: ELDRITCH LIMERICKS & POEMS by "M.M. Moamrath"
(Including the infamous Unfinished Limerick)
"Edited" by Joe Pumilia &
40 p., 5-12" x 8-1/2", $6.50, from Darrell Schweitzer
113 Deepdale Rd, Strafford PA 19087-2627
For a mere $6.50 you can thrill to the epic horror of Moamrath's Limerick's,
casting you far beyond that which should not be known with words that should
never have been penned. Who can forgo an anticipatory shudder at the verse...
On a frigate grown greyish with mold,
Stands a mariner spongy and old.
All of his crew
And worse things wait in the hold.
Are now just mildew,
The pages of THE YOUNG GUY FROM FUGGOTH contain the
justly infamous Archaic limerick
In Massachusetts is a town called Archaic,
Just a little bit north of Passaic.
Those who dwell there
And consider it all quite prosaic.
Have scales stead o hair,
In Archaics a church unorthodox.
The pastor wears eight pairs of sox.
They invoke something odd
That they keep locked away in a box.
(They say its their god)
These are just a few limericks from the "Fuggoth" sequence by Moamrath. This
40 p. booklet also has plenty of stand-alone thigh-slappers, regular
weirdo rhymes, and...unsettling information about "M.M. Moamrath.
But the speculations suggested by his poetry are more unsettling yet.
Was M.M. Moamrath anti-semetic? It seems doubtful, as taking any such
recognizable position requires a certain coherence notably lacking in
Moamrath's work. But then what are we to make of a verse such as...
A rabbi dispatched to Mogambu
To crush out the practice of voodoo
Put the goyim in place
By employing superior Jew-Jew.
With the lore of his race
There are those who would argue that perhaps this was an instance of M. M.
Moamrath indulging a sense of humor, and who can say. Yet Moamrath's
macabre humor is much better exemplified by other limericks from the Fuggoth
sequence such as ...
Next day in the house on the hill,
They found William all stony and still.
On his flesh was inscribed,
So they stood around reading the Will.
How and why he had died,
Its all here, the good, the bad, and the ugly. For 40 pages of fun (okay, 36 without the cover), order your copy today
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(Moamrath was addicted to cod-liver oil and wrote this while
The Cod it is a mighty fish
I'd eat it every day, I wish!
I keep it cold so it won't spoil
At intervals I drink its oil.
It keeps me strong, it keeps me wise,
It's the fish I'd canonize.
Does this sound odd to you. What of the limericks that hint of Moamrath's
secrets, albeit indirectly and in the stylized symbolism inspired by
We never talk of old Potter,
Since he crossed his son with an otter.
He was chased through the town,
And we picked up his corpse with a blotter.
Off a cliff, where he drowned.
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