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REHupa is an amateur press association dedicated to the study of author Robert E. Howard. The purpose of this site is to provide a forum for members to present their work to the public, as well as to serve as a source of reliable information about the life and writings of REH.

Robert E. Howard Days 2015

Posted by indy on November 17th, 2014


ROBERT E. HOWARD DAYS 2015 – Here Before You Know It!

The annual Robert E. Howard Days celebration will take place at the REH Museum in Cross Plains, Texas, on June 12th & 13th, 2015. Sponsored by Project Pride of Cross Plains, REHupa and the Robert E. Howard Foundation, the two-day event promises once again to be THE place to be for fans of REH.

All of the activities associated with Howard Days are in place: tours of the REH Museum & Grounds, the Celebration Banquet and Silent Auction, the Bus Tour of Cross Plains, the REHF Awards presentation, panels of REH interest and the many extemporaneous discussions and poetry readings among Howard fans and scholars, the Caddo Ranch Barbeque, the Swap Meet at the Pavilion, the special Postal Cancellation souvenir – all this and more await you at Howard Days. We’re also in discussion about some new events: an organized tour to Howard’s gravesite in Brownwood, a REH trivia contest (with prizes!), plus a more “formal” program booklet to have for another nice souvenir. The REH Foundation is also in the process of selecting a Guest of Honor for Howard Days 2015.

For those of you interested in getting on the Howard Days/Project Pride mailing list, please write to Project Pride, POB 534, Cross Plains, TX 76443, e-mail:, or check the internet:, or the Robert E. Howard Days Facebook page for additional information.

As 2015 brings about the 125th birthday of H.P. Lovecraft, we’ve decided to theme HD 2015 around the relationship shared by REH and HPL. As we know, these two giants of 20th Century literature struck up a voluminous correspondence-friendship that fortunately became the two book set:  A MEANS TO FREEDOM. It provides a fascinating look into the lives and opinions of both men, as well as how they influenced each other in their writing endeavors.

This and other topics are on tap for REH fans from all over the world to enjoy in Cross Plains next June. If you’ve never been to REH Days, what are you waiting for? Make plans now to come to Texas and find out why we call it: The Best Two Days in Howard Fandom!

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REH Word of the Week 2010 Revisited: gynaeconitis

Posted by Barbara Barrett on November 17th, 2014

Greek women's quarters

(painting by John Frederick Lewis)


1. That portion of a house reserved for women, generally the innermost apartment; women’s quarters. The women’s quarters of the home were called gynaikeions. Here, the married woman of the household would often join the unmarried women and the female slaves at night when she did not join her husband. The women spent most of their days in this area of the house. These rooms were more remote from those reserved for the men by placing them away from the streets and public areas of the house. When visitors were entertained the women were not present, but remained in this secluded portion of the house.

[origin: ancient Greek]


I stood in a chamber which must have corresponded to the usual gyntaeconitis, [gynaeconitis] save that I saw no spindle nor any implement of female household employment. The hangings and couches were of the finest make and fabric, and the rugs on the marble floor were ankle deep. And hereby was a strangeness, for the columns and the ceilings were symbolic of another, younger and simpler age, and were of Spartan comeliness.
I stood and held out my hands to a tall, handsome young man who stood before me, clad in the skirt and mantle of the Athenian citizen. His was the true patrician face, and his black hair was bound by a fillet of gold. His gold-banded arms were heavy and smoothly muscled. And I loved this man, for I was a woman, slim and lethal and passionate.

[from “Skulls and Orchids”; to read the complete prose poem, see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 674; The Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 487 and Etchings in Ivory.]

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REH Word of the Week: tourmaline

Posted by Barbara Barrett on November 10th, 2014



1. Three types of tourmaline, distinguished by the presence of certain elements, are usually recognized: iron tourmaline (schorl) is black, magnesium tourmaline (dravite) is brown, and alkali tourmalines may be pink, green, blue, or colourless. Tourmaline is most common in granite. Gem-quality stones are found especially in the U.S., Brazil, Russia, and Madagascar.

[origin: 1759; Sinhalese toramalli carnelian]


We were very old people on the island, old as races are measured but men had come before us. One day I climbed the leafy green fastness of the dreaming and mysterious hills where no man ever went. Higher and higher I climbed where the silence brooded like a sleeping god and I went on wary toes lest I should wake the drowsing leaves which carved out the tourmaline shadows. And at last I stood against the topaz sky and saw the coiling green serpent that men call the sea spread beneath me from horizon to horizon, and the distant white sails that hung against the skyline like a splash of white flame on a turquoise girdle. And the dusky jadegowned slopes stretched beneath my feet far down to the beaches where the distance carved the bays and inlets into little clear-cut stencils that winked like sapphires set in a green mitre.
And there I came upon a shrine of sard and calcite and an old forgotten god. Sunk and lost in the white-faced flowers and the lush grass were the marble paves which once girded his fane. Vines crawled like shimmering green serpents across his pedestal of red-veined onyx, and orchids flung about him their fragrance like an invisible white mist.
From great, strange magic eyes of carven rubies he looked at me and the jade and amber of his face glimmered ghostily in the purple shadows of the leaves. Not by word nor by sign did he speak to me, but the brooding invocation of the silence spoke to me. “Ages ago (said the lost god) was I born from the flaming dew and the deep blue caverns of the sea; and from the shimmering fleece of golden clouds and the drifting dust of the stars. Here in the shrine of the sea came worshipper and neophyte, laden with silver jars of nectar, and purple and scarlet plumes from birds that haunted the jungles of the moon, and veils of star-woven silk, and ambergris.

[from “The Gods That Men Forget”; to read the complete prose poem see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 680 and Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 493 and Etchings in Ivory.]


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REH Word of the Week: proem

Posted by Barbara Barrett on November 3rd, 2014


(The Contemplative Man by Blonde Boy 100886)


1. a preface or a preamble to a book or speech; preliminary comment or prelude

[origin: 14th century; Middle English proheme, from Anglo-French proeme, from Latin prooemium, from Greek prooimion, from pro-+ oimesong; probably akin to Hittite isamai- song, Sanskrit syati he binds]


Let no man read here who lives only in the world about him. To these leaves, let no man stoop to whom Yesterday is as a closed book with iron hasps, to whom Tomorrow is the unborn twin of Today. Here let no man seek the trend of reality, nor any plan or plot running like a silver cord through the fire-limned portraits here envisioned.

But I have dreamed as men have dreamed and as my dreams have leaped into my brain full-grown, without beginning and without end, so have I, with gold and sapphire tools, etched them in topaz and opal against a curtain of ivory. Like medallions of jade and fire upon a topaz girdle they glitter, and as such I offer them, without beginning and without end, even as scenes carved upon a marble frieze. Scan them here, men of strange eyes and strange souls.

[from “Proem”; this is the complete prose poem as it appears in The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 691; Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 1; and Etchings in Ivory.]

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REH Word of the Week: gibbering

Posted by Barbara Barrett on October 27th, 2014


(Dark Forest with Dragon by Silencesym)


1. to speak rapidly and unintelligibly, typically through fear or shock.

2. 1595-1604; origin uncertain; perhaps frequentative of gib (obsolete) to caterwaul; sense and pronunciation influenced by association with jabber


Now anthropoid and leprous shadows lope
Down black colossal corridors of Night
And through the cypress roots blind fingers grope
In stagnant pools where burns a witches’ light.

Gaunt, scaly horrors of an Elder World
Squat on a lone bare hill in grisly ring,
Howling blasphemies to a red hag-moon;
And where a serpent round an oak has curled,
And midnight shudders to a hell-born tune,
A nameless, godless shape sits slavering.

Gibbering madness slinks among the trees;
Deep in black woods a monstrous idol nods,
And rising from the nameless Outer Seas
Come spectres of the age-forgotten gods,

Who in the blind, black infancy of earth
Gripped howling men in their misshapen paws,
And ground, with ghastly glee and obscene mirth,
Nude, writhing shapes between their brutish jaws.

[from “All Hallows Eve”; to read the complete poem see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 197 and Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 297]


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REH Word of the Week: hod

Posted by Barbara Barrett on October 20th, 2014



(“The Hod Carrier” from The Working Girl Series c. 1930 via Maudelynn)


1. a tray or trough that has a pole handle and that is borne on the shoulder for carrying loads (as of mortar or brick)

[origin: 1573; probably from Middle Dutch hodde; akin to Middle High German hotte cradle]


Let others croon of lover’s moon,
Of roses, birds on wing,
Maidens, the waltz’s dreamy tune—
Of strong thewed deeds I sing.

Of drear swamp brakes, of storm whipped lakes,
Dank jungle, reedy fen,
Of seas that pound the plunging strakes,
Of men and deeds of men.

Prospector; king of battling ring;
Tarred slave of tide’s behests,
Monarchs of muscle shall I sing,
Lords of the hairy chests.

Though some may stay ’neath cities away,
To toil with maul and hod,
To outer trails most take their way,
To lands yet scarcely trod.

The torrent’s might, the dizzy height,
Shall never bate their breath,
With desert’s toils they match their might,
And hurl their mocks at Death.

The tropic creek, the jungle reek
That steams through sullen trees,
The boding wild where leopards shriek
Holds never fear for these.

[from “Roundelay of the Roughneck”; to read the complete poem see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 31 and Echoes From an Iron Harp, p. 62]


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REH Word of the Week: mizzen

Posted by Barbara Barrett on October 13th, 2014



1. A mast is a tall upright post, spar, or other structure on a ship or boat, in sailing vessels generally carrying a sail or sails. Starting at the bow in a two-masted vessel, the masts are termed the foremast and the mainmast; when the aftermast is considerably smaller they are named the mainmast and the mizzenmast. In all three-masted vessels the names of the masts are foremast, mainmast and mizzenmast.

[origin: 15th century; Middle English mesan, probably from Old Spanish mesana sail set amidships, from Catalan mitjana, from feminine of mitjan of the middle, from Latin medianus]


On Devon downs I met the ghost of Drake;
His sigh was a sea-wind that whispered past:
“Dost know barnacles crust the rotting strake,
And salt weed shrines the fallen mizzen-mast?
The sword of glory long has turned to rust. . .
Aye, shattered now the prows that long of yore
Beat up the sunset through the blinding gust
That lashed us off the gold-fat Carib coast.

“The glory and the glamor and the glee,
The raiding and the roving and the rage
Have faded like the spume upon the sea,
And History sands down another page.

I met the ghost of Drake one Devon night;
He sang of sail and sword and reaving stench—
And in his eyes there burned the sea-thrown light
Of life-loving life not even Death can quench.

[from “Drake Sings of Yesterday”; to read the complete poem see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 466 and Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 412]


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REH Word of the Week 2009 Revisited: kopje

Posted by Barbara Barrett on October 6th, 2014


kopje’s were favorite resting places for lions


1. koppie (var.); a small usually rocky hill especially on the African veld

[origin: 1848; Afrikaans koppie]


This is the tale the Kaffirs tell as the tints of twilight melt
And the jackal jeers from the kopje’s stones and the nighttime veils the veldt;
As the cooking fires begin to glow and the lounging braves match tales,
This is the story the ancients tell in far, fire-lighted kraals:

Chaka sat in his throne of state; no girls that dance or sing
Bent supple forms in the palace hut for Chaka the Zulu king.
For Chaka the king was a man of war and his hands with blood were red
And never a girl could thrill his soul as the sight of the spear-rent dead.

But the idle assagais hung in the rack
And idle the warring horde
For the tribes of the veldt-land bent the back
To Chaka, the Zulu lord.

[from “The Zulu Lord”; to read the complete poem see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 265; Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 292 and A Rhyme of Salem Town, p. 138]


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REH Word of the Week: haft

Posted by Barbara Barrett on September 29th, 2014



1. the handle of a weapon or tool

[origin: before 12th century; Middle English, from Old English hæft; akin to Old English hebban to lift]


Out of the land of the morning sun,
Am-ra the Ta-an came.
Outlawed by the priests of the Ta-an,
His people spoke not his name.
Am-ra, the mighty hunter,
Am-ra, son of the spear,
Strong and bold as a lion,
Lithe and swift as a deer.
Into the land of the tiger,
Came Am-ra the fearless, alone,
With his bow of pliant lance-wood,
And his spear with the point of stone.

He saw the deer and the bison,
The wild horse and the bear,
The elephant and the mammoth,
To him the land seemed fair.
Face to face met he the tiger,
And gripping his spear’s long haft,
Gazed fearless into the snarling face,
“Good hunting!” cried he, and laughed!
The bison he smote at sunrise,
The deer in the heat of day,
The wild horse fell before him,

[from “Am-ra the Ta-an”; to read the complete poem see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 50; Robert E. Howard Selected Poems, p. 421 and A Rhyme of Salem Town, p. 153]


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The Robert E. Howard Foundation

Posted by indy on September 23rd, 2014

Here’s a quick news release item for you. The Robert E. Howard Foundation has changed their mailing address. All correspondence may now be addressed to:

Robert E. Howard Foundation, PO Box 2641, Sugar Land, TX, 77487-2641.

The web site remains the same at:

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