Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sunday night.... the Goddess...





‡ Rosaleen Norton

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



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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...................................................







Friday, December 25, 2009

The Act of Drawing... Unica Zurn







The pen "floats" tentatively above the white paper, until she discovers the spot for the first eye. Only once she is "being looked at" from the paper does she start to find her bearings and effortlessy add one motif to the next....


The Man of Jasmine - Atlas Press 1994



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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Federico García Lorca...drawing and poem...



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Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint


Never let me lose the marvel

of your statue-like eyes, or the accent

the solitary rose of your breath

places on my cheek at night.


I am afraid of being, on this shore,

a branchless trunk, and what I most regret

is having no flower, pulp, or clay

for the worm of my despair.


If you are my hidden treasure,

if you are my cross, my dampened pain,

if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your river

with leaves of my estranged Autumn.




Monday, December 21, 2009

Aleksander Blok... poem..



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"Snow Wine"


Again, from the goblet, your presence
sparkling fills my heart with care--
you with your smiling innocence
and your serpentine waves of hair.

Swept off my feet in the dark stream
I again live through
a passionate forgotten dream
of kisses, of snowstorms masking you.

Your laugh your magical laughter
and in the golden goblet sway,
and lightly over your sable hair
the current of the blue wind play.

And how, looking into the liquor,
could I miss my Bacchic wreath?
and fail to remember your kisses
my face upturned to meet mouth your mouth?


29 December 1906


Sunday, December 20, 2009

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Quentin Crisp... How to Have a Life-Style...

a few scans and excerpt from a favourite book and treasured memories...



° Quentin Crisp °
(25 December 1908 – 21 November 1999), born Denis Charles Pratt, was an English writer and raconteur


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... I am not hiding in the shadow of Mr Socrates and merely reiterating that the purpose of education is self-knowledge. This is but 'O' level stuff; at 'A' level, the stylist's level, we must learn self-projection.

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What we need is not massive grants for the visual arts but encouragement to learn singing, dancing and a whole syllabus of self-glorifying techniques. Painting is only a rebus of self-expression. Why not learn expression itself?

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We do not need the perfectly designed chair; we want a capacity for relaxing even on a bed of nails. We ought not to waste time constructing a 'with-it' telephone kiosk; we should rather cultivate such perfect diction that we can communicate against all odds. We shall find we already have a golden city when we have all become divine beings.

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All we need to do is to esteem the freedom to reject as highly as the licence to accept; to reform ourselves instead of other people; to be aware of the quality of our experience instead of its quantity; to live for living's sake - with style...



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" I have always lived my life in the profession of being."


Sunday, November 22, 2009

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Austin Osman Spare... Self Portrait....



¥ Austin Osman Spare ¥

'Self as Hitler'


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In 1936 an official at the German Embassy in London bought a self-portrait by Spare because it bore a striking resemblance to Adolf Hitler. The Fuhrer saw it and agreed and proceeded to invite Spare to Berlin to paint his portrait. Spare refused, replying
"Only from negations can I wholesomely conceive you. For I know of no courage sufficient to stomach your aspirations and ultimates. If you are superman, let me be for ever animal".




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Luis Falero (1851-1896)...



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Twin Stars 1881