Giuseppe Maria Mitelli (1634-1718)... Dream Alphabet ...1683

from my dream book! Alfabeto in Sogno (Dream Alphabet) by Giuseppe Maria Mitelli published in 1683

more here from what used to be a dreamy blog that inspired my interest in blogging, thankfully archives are still online.

Ex libris...

My works... drawing ...

 for Blaise Cendrars...

"Braced Moving Lust" ~ Dolorosa 2011 pencil & gold ink

...and my eyes shone upon the ancient routes...

Cesare Nebbia... sketch...

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Moses and the brazen serpent c 1588 Pen and  ink

Works of Art.... Songye "Kifwebe" Mask

 African masks will not make you invisible. 

They neither hide, nor diguise, nor mask. 

The gods that founded our earthly life in Africa send masks 

to transmit energy to their children...

from Mirrors by Eduardo Galeano

The Songye tribe is located in the southeastern region of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

The most well known and highly sought after mask of the Songye tribe is known as the "Kifwebe" mask. These masks are typically associated with abstract shapes as well as beautiful textured lines and linear scarification. The lines are usually painted with alternating black and white stripes, which give an almost hallucinating effect. Kifwebe masks can be male or female, with crested comb structures identifying male masks, the higher the crest, the more powerful the mask as well as the greater the spiritual power of the dancer. 

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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

Auguste Brouet... erotica

Ex libris...Josef Uhl 1918

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Ex libris... Horst‎ Schulze

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Edward Estlin Cummings...poem & drawings...

i like my body when it is with your

 

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

previous posts EE CUMMINGS