The Fantastic is situated between the Marvelous and the Uncanny… Horror lives in that space that draws from all three: and presents the faces of the sublime and disgust, beauty and the ugly.
The Sublime was originally the elevation of that which is so horrible and fascinating at the same time that it cannot be described nor reduced to the images of mundane existence, but rather must enter into the music of the word, the dance or gleam on the edge of things, the invisible that becomes almost for a moment visible; not to our sight, our eyes, but rather to our mind.
The ugly and the distasteful or disgusting bring us back down into the revolting mass of our toxic envelopment in the Real, in the bodily farce of existence itself. Disgust reminds us of that which surrounds us and would deign to kill us at each and every moment of our lives, to corrupt us and degrade us into a massive slime entity without thought or sentient existence – only the vibratory electricity of death interminable.
Cosmic Horror seeks the ineffable corruption of all things absolute and beyond (transcendence), while the tentacular horror brings you to the monstrous mutations of your earthly dance in the slime (immanence). If one can bring both together not in fusion but in fission then one collapses all things into the immanent transcendence of the Real, the horror of the Void; the utter indifference of the Universe.
It is here that the fatalism of laughter begins…