Lovecraft Film Festival 2026 -Providence Rhode Island

I know, I’m super late in posting this, but late is better than never, especially when the Elder Gods are concerned.

I love Providence anyway, it’s such a quirky little city. I’m always finding strange things just walking around – like random marble heads in the public gardens/parks and sweet little memorials jammed into literal holes in the wall. None of this has anything to do with the film festival, I just love it and had to take a few photos.

We had come hoping to see some shorts but they were only showing them in the morning and we got there too late. We asked for a day pass and were told it was over $100 per person and we both swallowed hard. We saved up for this, sure, but not like that. So we used all our ‘extra’ funds set aside for food and T-shirts and whatnot and just bought a ticket. I felt kind of bad because we did go around to see all the vendors selling things anyway but it was just window shopping, which isn’t in and of itself a bad thing, I just like to buy little things here and there as encouragement to the artists and writers who come to these things because I want to support what they are doing. Sigh.

We still managed to watch The Stone Tape Theory which is the little television short that the stone tape theory came from. It was peak 70’s. Everyone dressed in brown, a very confusing nonsensical series of starting sequences that didn’t tie into anything, and heaps and heaps of misogyny. But once it got going it was actually a fun little story with a satisfying ending (unlike that beginning, seriously wtf was that about?)

From here we checked out the cute little bookstore in America’s oldest mall which exists almost entirely for the weird folk that come to these H P Lovecraft events. And then a gallery! Which was tiny but sweet and had this large and intriguing Cthulhu statue that had a qr code asking what we thought about it. I wrote in I wanted to know what it was made of as a mixed media artist myself. I don’t know if that was answered. I never check my email. It’s a problem and I should but when I see the “unread” number hit the thousands I get too overwhelmed to want to bother. It can’t just be me.

We also found a few new historical markers walking around including a plaque to Christiana Carteaux Bannister who was apparently a force to be reckoned with having a successful hair styling business that helped fund the Civil War’s all black 54th Regiment and founded the Home for Aged Colored Women. Very cool. And another marker told the story of how it wasn’t just Boston throwing tea into the harbor. Providence was burning theirs in a big ol’ bonfire. Weeeee historically satisfying arsonry!

Our next adventure was to attend a panel of manga writers, artists, and translators who were working with H P Lovecraft stories. I’m going to admit right here I know shit-all about manga but this panel was really interesting to me and kind of funny. Of course the illustrator and writer were Japanese and the translators? The one whose job it was to translate texts in Japan was an Gen X American expat with some severe opinions on Dragon Balls. And the translator for the speech? That was some poor college student who had eight days notice before this gig. He struggled. But he tried so hard! And it was actually kind of sweet. I learned that manga started after WWII when a series of British expats settled in Japan, wrote their own comics, and then locals took notice and decided comic books were kind of neat and they should make it into their own art form. And then many decades later here we were in Providence Rhode Island talking to manga creators who were translating H P Lovecraft into Japanese for their own reasons. I love this absolute train wreck of cultures coming together to create… well, something so unique. And the artist cracked me up too. His expression the whole time was one of “How did I end up here? Why are these Americans so interested in what I’m doing? I’m just a guy at a desk job.” The only time he became particularly animated was when we asked what he’d be working on next. ZOMBIE MAN!! Apparently zombies aren’t a thing in Japan (which… have you seen all their scary ghost creatures and folklore, how did they miss zombies??) I absolutely adore attending weird panels that I may or may not know anything about. You learn so much from them!

From here we ended the day with the biggest highlight for most here, a live performance of radio theater which was so packed we had to sit on the floor. This was a dubious challenge for me since I was in an arm sling at the time due to a dislocated shoulder and have bad knees which make it somewhat impossible to get up. I did OK though. Didn’t cause an accidental scene. This time. The show was adorable as it always is and the audience was super happy to participate in making background noises when prompted whereas I enjoyed the bullshit ads they put between scenes for “splinter free toilet paper.” My inner twelve year old thought that was peak comedy. Annnnd my inner twelve year old also died of nostalgia when I got to take one of those strawberry suckers from one of the game room tables earlier that day. You know the ones your grandmother probably always had, penny candies I guess, with a hard shell and some sort of cream filling? Brought me right back! And the people playing games were.. hardcore into those games. Sadly, I’m not a gamer so all I can do is point childishly at the Lovecraftian Monopoly board and squeal, “Monopoly!” Because I know something.

So that was our adventures. It was a really nice day out. We saw some cool things, learned some stuff, and stayed well hydrated due to a reusable water bottle and a crap ton of water coolers and free water refill stations spread everywhere. I really liked that part as someone who is constantly overheating, especially in the summer. I was a little more confused why the local theater has a vending machine with Plan B in it but you do you Providence!

North Burial Ground – HP Lovecraft Tour – Providence Rhode Island

Back at the North Burial Ground it was my companion’s turn to pick a tour and he decided upon the HP Lovecraft tour. HP Lovecraft did indeed live in Providence RI but he is buried elsewhere, in the Swan Point Cemetery, so what this tour had to offer was a bit of a mystery. Still, we parked in our usual spot and ambled in – this time finding ourselves behind the visitor’s center where there was a HUGE memorial to the Armenian Genocide. How we had missed this before… is just testament to how much we weren’t paying attention because I mean this thing is MASSIVE and definitely worth a look if you are already here.

After that distraction was put aside we finally got to business. First up was finding the stone of Clara L Hess who was a classmate of HP Lovecraft although she apparently had quite the illustrious life all on her own as a reporter and editor of the Providence Journal and Evening Bulletin.

Next up was Chester Pierce Munroe – who likely bonded with HP Lovecraft when they were both pups, daring each other to eat paste. OK, so you can’t prove the latter part of that but that’s how I’d like to imagine it. Truth be told they met when they were very young at school and remained chums throughout the rest of their days. Munroe was a working class man and although there’s rumors of him writing a book or several he was unable to get anything published. Not really surprising considering the politics of the day.

Addison P Munroe was another childhood friend although information on him seems a little scarce. Good news is if I remember right his stone was really close to the last one and also had his wife’s name on it who I guess also garnered a small acquaintance with Lovecraft.

James Tobey Pyke was apparently a big influence on his neighbor, a 14-year-old Lovecraft, whom he encouraged to write poetry. Pyke was a poet himself as well as a minister at one point. He apparently had pretty frail health but still insisted on working for his income despite being from a fairly well to do family. Eleanor Francis Pyke was James’ wife who also adored poetry and managed to raise a poet son, growing up alongside the neighbor’s boy Lovecraft.

Samuel Brenton Mumford was a successful local businessman that was one of the first investors to own a part of the Providence Athenaeum which would later become a favorite haunt of Lovecraft’s. In addition to this it was his former home which HP Lovecraft would later spend the last few years of his life.

Cyrus Butler was the Providence’s own Scrouge McDuck kinda character. In life he was obscenely wealthy and really not terribly keen on sharing that but even so he was one of the original investors helping to build the Providence Athenaeum – an institution that he also gave a large donation to after his death. He also bequeathed 30K to build The Rhode Island Hospital for the Insane post humorously. It still exists although it’s called the Butler Hospital and has nothing to do with Lovecraft as far as I can see. Also isn’t it wonderful millionaires can get redemption even after death?! Must be nice!

So ended the Lovecraft Tour. Below are photos of the stones mentioned and a bunch of others that distracted me with thier uniqueness or beauty. It’s a lovely cemetery to explore!

The Athenaeum – Providence RI

So after the John Hayes Library we decided to keep on walking to “The Ath” as the locals call it. It’s another library but with its own unique charm. Apparently, it was in this library where Edgar Allen Poe had his marriage proposal turned down and H P Lovecraft also wrote about it in his many letters to friends. He seemed to have a great affection for it and I could see why.

Upon stepping in there’s a little room to the side you’re guided into and there was a woman at a desk handing out visitor stickers and politely saying that there was a suggested $5 per person donation but that it wasn’t required. I was already endeared to this place so whatever. Spending $5 here was a lot better than the $5 that the parking meter ate (no, I still haven’t forgotten about that.) In return for our most gracious donation, we were handed a little guide and told we could do a self-tour.

This place was kind of adorable. I was digging the whole vibe with the historic figure busts around the ceiling, the Roman statue at the entrance, and in the center of it all the bane of my childhood existence – A card catalogue. Today’s youth will never know the pain of having to search for “key words” manually by hand, flipping through index card after index card only to end up absolutely nowhere because guess what? The key words in your brain will NEVER match the keywords of the insufferable clerk that put this hellfire together. Made me a little nostalgic.

The guide was fun, we walked about looking at different things it was talking about and just generally digging the place. The downstairs had a distinct speak easy feel about it and this place did say it held a lot of cultural events so who knows! We then wandered accidentally into the rare volumes room and were quickly shuffled out by a very intense academic whose energy was let’s just say tightly wound. VERY tightly wound. The door we walked through was supposed to be locked. We held up our hands, swore we didn’t touch anything, and tried to back out in the friendliest way possible. I sighed, spending a day out in this college town was a bit of a mindfuck for me. It was the kind of place I always daydreamed about as a kid when I still had aspirations. I wonder if I had not had a total likely autistic burnout in nineth grade if I would have ended up somewhere like here… being someone like that guy, hidden by academia because the world is really too much, swatting at people getting too close to my drawers full of bones (as I would have studied paleontology not literature.) Life has not been easy or straight forward for me but I like who I am now and I’m actually grateful that I have come this far. I certainly enjoy life more.

And with that epiphany we decided to continue our journey to the Edna Biology Lab.

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