Another Conan Mood!
Posted 05 December 2010 - 05:54 AM
In the past we have talked of things that sort of made one think of Conan or put one into a "Conan" mood. Well, it has been a while. It is 10:26pm here in Alabama and I went out just now. Outside it is cool and windy, an absolutely lovely fall night with the smell of rain on the wind. While that chill wind caresses your face and head, the pine boughs are swaying and singing with the wind. Across a cudzu field I can see the tree line rising dark and foreboding and dancing against the glowing, cloudy grey night sky. I can just see Conan riding across that field, the wind tugging at his black locks, his fur wraps flapping, his chain mail and helm barely shining in the dim evening light, his sabre hanging along his steed's flank!
Why is it, that we true Conan fans can go a good while and not even think of Conan, but then a certain thing, certain type of day, and enchanted moment or something will suddenly put you in a Conan mood. You can almost feel his presence, his thoughts, see him riding in the cold night air and see the moonlight glisten on his chain mail and helm, and on his sword blade like a silver ribbon of death?!? You almost feel like running to go with him before he vanishes!
Oh well, my imagination is active tonight. Just wanted to share that moment!
I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.
The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;
Rush in and die dogs--I was a man before I was a king!
---From The Road of Kings
Posted 05 December 2010 - 04:26 PM
many thanks for sharing
Posted 06 December 2010 - 03:57 PM
This is my first post here and I have this same feeling on many occasions, but perhaps the strongest for me is in the pre-dawn the very first deep frost; when the grass is covered in white and often with a little snow, the air will bite without being unpleasant and the air is scented with the smoke of a wood fire. In that moment I can almost reach throught the veil of history and ride into adventure.
Posted 06 December 2010 - 08:34 PM
I often think about Hyborian world and Conan when I'm outside in the nature. Just a week or so ago I was coming back home through some park and suddenly a strong smell of burned wood and wet grass (not marijuanna. A grass - the one green which grows on every meadow ) came into my nostrills. Yeeaarrgh! It springed the hair on the back of my neck instantly.
Very often when I think about that world and Conan it shifts me in some very dark (not unpleasant or frightening) mental images. Something primal, primordial. Wild. The fact Conan is not, at least in my mind, some typical fairytale hero, but a brute savage, only gives some more weight to all of heroic, stunning and almost inhumanly brave and hard things he does.
I used to run in some forrest, working out in fresh air and always had that "Conan feeling" in myself, probably enjoying the whole thing much more than someone who just put the phones in the ears and do it mechanically.
Especially when you stay in the forrest after the dark sets, and seeing all that shadows around, trees, rocks, lakes ... it happens often and it's a pure joy.
btw. Welcome onboard Grimmer!
Edited by Munthasem, 06 December 2010 - 08:35 PM.
in an attractive and well preserved body,
but rather to skid in sideways, Champagne in one hand,
strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and
screaming?.. WOO HOO?. What a RIDE!?
- Indian Larry Desmedt -
R.I.P. 1949. - 2004.