Book of emblems - Discalced Carmelite Nuns 1779
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Andrew D. Chumbley... The Azoetia... excerpt...
The Assumption of the Azoetic Magical Self - Andrew d. Chumbley
By Arte enchant and fascinate the Portals to open, revealing those whom
the Stars veil. Sing out their Passion in the War and Feast that is Thy Self!
Taste ye of the sweet and secret wines of Heaven - the Ocean of Ichor
spilt from the broken idols of Gods and Demi-gods. Carouse ye with my
Satyrs and embrace the Succubi raised from Thine own Desires; swoon
ye in rapture, in the nimbus of fever billowing over the lily field of the
Night. Yet be not overcome! Fall not! Tire not of Pleasure, but seek ye
the Ever-virgin Joys that hide beneath Medusine Veils.
Amidst these blossoms cavort and dance!
1 cap! Your skin aflame in peacock-iridescence!
Your eyes like black fire at the heart of the storm!
For these are the Splendours of the Infinite, wrought in the Images and
Effiges of I
"Speaking for myself, books like Azoetia are mystical love-letters to stangers whom I would not otherwise meet. "ADC
Friday, July 30, 2010
Iblis... 14th century Devil..Kitab al-Bulhan ....part 1
From one of my favourite books
aptly named 'Kitab al-Bulhan' (Book of Wonders)
A composite manuscript in Arabic of divinatory works, dating principally
from the late 14th century A.D., containing astrological, astronomical
and geomantic texts compiled by Abd al-Hasan Al-Isfahani, with
illustrations.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
A Season in Hell...Arthur Rimbaud & Robert Mapplethorpe
....
A Rimbaud
A SEASON IN HELL [Une Saison en Enfer] (1873)
SECOND DELIRIUM: THE ALCHEMY OF THE WORD
I only find within my bones
A taste for eating earth and stones.
When I feed, I feed on air,
Rocks and coals and iron ore.
My hunger, turn. Hunger, feed:
A field of bran.
Gather as you can the bright
Poison weed.
Eat the rocks a beggar breaks,
The stones of ancient churches' walls,
Pebbles, children of the flood,
Loaves left lying in the mud.
* * *
Beneath the bush a wolf will howl,
Spitting bright feathers
From his feast of fowl:
Like him, I devour myself.
Waiting to be gathered
Fruits and grasses spend their hours;
The spider spinning in the hedge
Eats only flowers.
Let me sleep! Let me boil
On the altars of Solomon;
Let me soak the rusty soil
And flow into Kendron.
It is recovered.
What? - Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of the sun in the sea.
O my eternal soul,
Hold fast to desire
In spite of the night
And the day on fire.
You must set yourself free
From the striving of Man
And the applause of the World
You must fly as you can...
- No hope forever
No orietur.
Science and patience,
The torment is sure.
The fire within you,
Soft silken embers,
Is our whole duty
But no one remembers.
It is recovered.
What? Eternity.
In the whirling light
Of the sun in the sea.
from LIMITED EDITIONS CLUB- A. RIMBAUD & R. Maplethorpe A Season in Hell. 1986
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Books...Religio Medici ...Thomas Browne
William Marshall-bookplate
In the Religio Medici, Browne wrote that 'At my death I mean to take a total adieu of the world, not caring for a monument, history, or epitaph, not so much as the bare memory of my name to be found anywhere but in the Universal Register of God'.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Lettice Sandford, née Mackintosh Rate, (1902-1993) ..illustrations
Lettice Sandford was born Lettice Mackintosh Rate in St Albans, Hertfordshire. She was one of the foremost female wood engravers of the between-the-wars engraving boom, and illustrated many fine press editions; her husband Christopher Sandford was proprietor of the Golden Cockerel Press one of my favourites along with Black Sun Press.
from Song of Songs
from The Golden Bed of Kydno
more Lovely Books
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Robert Fludd... primordial darkness... 1617
The primordial darkness of the universe at the moment before creation, as represented in a plate in Robert Fludd’s 1617 Utriusque Cosmi Maioris scilicet et Minoris Metaphysica, Physica, atque Technica Historia (The Metaphysical, Physical, and Technical History of the Two Worlds, Namely the Greater and the Lesser). The words Et sic in infinitum (“and like this to infinity”) are written on all four sides of the square. Courtesy Wellcome Photo Library.
from CABINET
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Paul Gregor ...'Journal d'un Sorcier' ( A Wizard Diary)
Paul Gregor (aka Paul Sebescen, 1914-1988) became famous in the french occult world when he published, in 1964, his famous 'Journal d'un Sorcier' (A Wizard Diary). He was relating in this book his astonishing adventures in Brazil, just after World War II, when he plunged into the world of the 'Quimbanda', the darker side of Macumba.
an excerpt from unfinished novel 'Circe's Island'...
"We are both living inside our two bodies and also far beyond them. We are part of the exuberant nature which surrounds us, of its soothing quiet and also of its sadistic Black Masses. We are ceaselessly changing. Into night-flowers, birds, trails of blood, rags of skin lacerated by razor-blades - now we are hoarse yells, now the murmur of brooks under the moon. Only in our imagination? Where does imagination begin? Where does it end? Is it morbid? Why should we care?"
"The only thing I know for certain: this is eternity. Our sighs are sighed by our innermost life. Our breathing follows the rhythm of permanent orgasm, we are cast in the iron mould of unending lust: ceaselessly ebbing and flowing."
"We are that fabulous being of Plato, with two heads, four arms and four legs."
Hail to thee, oh Whirling Dove!
Hail, oh Woman-Exù!
She is waiting at her crossroads
Doing whatever she wills to do.
* Many thanks to Philippe Pissier for all the above
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Unica Zürn ...excerpt from the Man of Jasmine...
Unica Zürn Berlin - Grunewald 1928
You ghostly gaze! Shy and radiant,
wicked with loneliness and humour; your sombrenes,
seemingly without beginning
and thus without end, shines
and thus without end, shines
through my dream-lit rooms. I ask myself
whether angels might have such eyes?
from The Man of Jasmine
Monday, March 29, 2010
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