Today marks the 105th anniversary of Robert E. Howard's birth, and as I go about my daily routine I can't help but wonder where I would be without him. His words were my constant companions throughout the fairly non-descript and dull years of school; his example -- a small-town guy who dreamed of far-off places and times, and who found an outlet to the bucholic drudgery of life through poetry and prose -- inspired me to try my hand at the spinning of yarns. His imagination informed my own, even as his style of writing acted as a roadmap to a kid desperately searching for his own voice. It is not rank hyperbole to state that without REH I would not be the writer, nor the man, I am right now.
So, join with me, my friends. Raise your glasses, tilt your mead horns, and offer your libations to the shade of Robert Ervin Howard! Happy birthday!
4 comments:
Amen, dog brother.
Right on - I know my writing wouldn't be even close to teh same without him.
REH, King among men.
I would never have known this if not for your blog. Happy birthday indeed!
Howard gu brath! Slainte!
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