Rosaleen Norton (1917 –1979)~ Sleeping Diana (Circa 1935), oil on board c1935.

Early work of Nortons when studying and modelling at Norman Lindsay's Springwood studio in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

Rosaleen Norton (1917 - 1979) ~ Medusa, pastel on paper

Born Today ... Rosaleen Miriam "Roie" Norton, October 2, 1917, Dunedin, New Zealand

image: The Hag , watercolour

...My home is the house of winds,

With great songs of Space ringing wild in my ears

Whose shouting heart leaps to their tune.

I mock at the shapes, plodding thickly, through lamplight:

stupid and cruel - or kind -

They are alien, Other, I'm touched with uneasiness...

Fear of these human.... and glide away sidelong:

Yet joying in fear, in my stealthy aloofness,

To know they are They and I'm I.

Towers of old cities are spiralling over me, Night-conjured,

rising from Time

And I hear, through the seething of luminous silence -

Secretive, vibrant, the sound of the Solitude -

Calling of others like me

Quietly they come, flitting softly as secrets; light-footed,

velvety, swift...

With eyes gleaming green, lambent flame of the Opal.

Kindred... we signal our quick recognition.

I am I ... but I know we are we

Panther of silence; god of Night; Lord of the wild inhuman

stars:

You are my own; teeming soul of solitude.

Here is no loneliness, secret Master -

You, Dark Spirit are with me. RN

Rosaleen Norton ... drawing & poem excerpt

...My home is the house of winds,
With great songs of Space ringing wild in my ears
Whose shouting heart leaps to their tune.
I mock at the shapes, plodding thickly, through lamplight:
stupid and cruel - or kind -
They are alien, Other, I'm touched with uneasiness...
Fear of these human.... and glide away sidelong:
Yet joying in fear, in my stealthy aloofness,
To know they are They and I'm I.
Towers of old cities are spiralling over me, Night-conjured,
rising from Time
And I hear, through the seething of luminous silence -
Secretive, vibrant, the sound of the Solitude -
Calling of others like me
Quietly they come, flitting softly as secrets; light-footed,
velvety, swift...
With eyes gleaming green, lambent flame of the Opal.
Kindred... we signal our quick recognition.
I am I ... but I know we are we
Panther of silence; god of Night; Lord of the wild inhuman
stars:
You are my own; teeming soul of solitude.
Here is no loneliness, secret Master -
You, Dark Spirit are with me.

from Pan's Daughter by Nevill Drury

previous Rosaleen Norton

Rosaleen Norton... At home... drawing...

Rosaleen Norton aged 5

"At Home" from the Art of Rosaleen Norton

...she writes that Kundalini 'sometimes assumes the shape

of a serpent' and is 'my most powerful Familiar'...

from research papers of Neville Drury 

Rosaleen Norton... poem excerpt

Light's Black Majesty : Midnight Sun: Lord of the wild and

living stars:

Soul of Magic and master of Death;

Panther of Night... enfold me.

Take me, dark Shining One; mingle my being with you,

Prowl in my spirit with deep purrring joy

Live in me, giver of terror and ecstasy

Touch me with tongues of black fire.

Fed with the fire at the Black Opal's centre,

I drink living silver in moon-quickened streets,

And star-voices ringing:

All Strangeness is with me

Towering, invisible, changing the Earth

Hatred and heavens are blending within me: They beat in the

pulse of the stars,

For a god in my heart cries with primitive splendour

....

And I hear, through the seething of luminous silence-

Secretive, vibrant, the sound of the Solitude-

Calling of others like me.

Quietly they come, flitting softly a secrets; light-footed,

velvety, swift...

With eyes gleaming green, lambent flame of the Opal.

Kindred... we signal our quick recognition.

I am I ... but I know we are we

Panther of silence; god of Night; Lord of the wild inhuman

stars:

You are my own; teeming soul of solitude.

Here is no lonelines, secret Master-

You, Dark Spirit are with me.

RN

accompanying piece for "Black Magick" below

previous Rosaleen Norton post

Sunday night.... the Goddess...

‡ Rosaleen Norton ‡

Rosaleen Miriam Norton (2 October 1917 – 5 December 1979) New Zealand, was an artist, occultist & witch.












Sunday night

A long audient meditation, which chiefly consisted reminiscing about the more peculiar episodes in my sex life.
Have decided on a retreat of at least three months -- nobody to be admitted. Will create magnetic centre...................................................