Showing posts with label illustrators. Show all posts
Showing posts with label illustrators. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Songs of Bilitis... Willy Pogany & Pierre Louÿs...
I sing my flesh and my life...
Stay softly couched, oh, my body, according to your voluptuous mission! Taste daily joys and passions whose tomorrow never comes. Leave no pleasure unexplored, lest you regret the evening of your death....
Stay softly couched, oh, my body, according to your voluptuous mission! Taste daily joys and passions whose tomorrow never comes. Leave no pleasure unexplored, lest you regret the evening of your death....
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Devour the fire...Harry Crosby 2 Poems... illustration Alastair...
± RED SKELETONS, 1927 ±
TEMPLE DE LA DOULEUR
My soul has suffered breaking on the wheel,
Flogging with lead, and felt the twinging ache
Of barbéd hooks and jagged points of steel,
Peine forte et dure, slow burning at the stake,
Blinding and branding, stripping on the rack,
The canque and kourbash and the torquéd screw,
The boot and branks, red scourging on the back,
The gallows and the gibbet. All for you.
Flogging with lead, and felt the twinging ache
Of barbéd hooks and jagged points of steel,
Peine forte et dure, slow burning at the stake,
Blinding and branding, stripping on the rack,
The canque and kourbash and the torquéd screw,
The boot and branks, red scourging on the back,
The gallows and the gibbet. All for you.
These tortures are as nothing to the pain
That I have suffered when you gaze at me
With cold disdainful eyes. You do not deign
To smile or talk or even set me free-
Yet once you let me hold your perfumed hand
And danced with me a stately saraband.
That I have suffered when you gaze at me
With cold disdainful eyes. You do not deign
To smile or talk or even set me free-
Yet once you let me hold your perfumed hand
And danced with me a stately saraband.
SALOME
Proud panoply of fans and frankincense,
Gold blare of trumpets, flowered robes of state,
Unnumbered symbols of magnificence,
To lead Salome through the palace gate,
Where loud the prophet of the Lord blasphemes
The red abominations of her race
And chides her for her flesh-entangled dreams
and turns his back upon her painted face.
Gold blare of trumpets, flowered robes of state,
Unnumbered symbols of magnificence,
To lead Salome through the palace gate,
Where loud the prophet of the Lord blasphemes
The red abominations of her race
And chides her for her flesh-entangled dreams
and turns his back upon her painted face.
Thus do we turn from some red-shadowed lust
That through the broken forests of the brain
Weaves silently with tentacles out-thrust,
Groping in darkness, but for one in vain,
For like a sliding sun the soul has fled
Leaving a princess and a vultured head.
That through the broken forests of the brain
Weaves silently with tentacles out-thrust,
Groping in darkness, but for one in vain,
For like a sliding sun the soul has fled
Leaving a princess and a vultured head.
¤ SUN-TESTAMENT ¤
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Edgar Allan Poe by Satty...
a scan from one of my favourite books
Wilfried Satty 1976 from The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
EUGÈNE GRASSET... illustration...
Les petites faunesses.
watercolour over pen and ink, depiting two young fauns gambolling by a wooded lakeside
circa 1896
originally an illustration for the poem by Pierre Loüys, Les Petites Faunesses (The Young Girl Fauns) which appeared in the first edition of 'L'Image'. It was later printed in colour using six blocks by Eugène Froment.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
LYSISTRATA..Illustrations by Norman Lindsay
Aristophanes' Lysistrata
translated from the Greek and with a
foreword by Jack Lindsay
"Lysistrata" is the greatest work by Aristophanes. This blank and rash statement is made that it may be rejected. But first let it be understood that I do not mean it is a better written work than the "Birds" or the "Frogs", or that (to descend to the scale of values that will be naturally imputed to me) it has any more appeal to the collectors of "curious literature" than the "Ecclesiazusae" or the "Thesmophoriazusae". On the mere grounds of taste I can see an at least equally good case made out for the "Birds". That brightly plumaged fantasy has an aerial wit and colour all its own. But there are certain works in which a man finds himself at an angle of vision where there is an especially felicitous union of the aesthetic and emotional elements which constitute the basic qualities of his uniqueness. We recognize these works as being welded into a strange unity, as having a homogeneous texture of ecstasy over them that surpasses any aesthetic surface of harmonic colour, though that harmony also is understood by the deeper welling of imagery from the core of creative exaltation. And I think that this occurs in "Lysistrata". The intellectual and spiritual tendrils of the poem are more truly interwoven, the operation of their centres more nearly unified; and so the work goes deeper into life. It is his greatest play because of this, because it holds an intimate perfume of femininity and gives the finest sense of the charm of a cluster of girls, the sweet sense of their chatter, and the contact of their bodies, that is to be found before Shakespeare, because that mocking gaiety we call Aristophanies reaches here its most positive acclamation of life, vitalizing sex with a deep delight, a rare happiness of the spirit.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sergei Sergeivich Solomko...
Sergei Sergeivich Solomko (1867-1928), a prominent book illustrator and watercolor painter, graduated from the Moscow School of Painting and St. Petersburg Academy of Art; a fashionable artist of the early 1900s whose watercolors were reproduced in huge numbers on postal cards of the period.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Ghislaine de Menten de Horne...... La jeune Parque
A little known Belgian artist Ghislaine de Menten de Horne and heroine of the Belgian Resistance, illustrations for an edition of La jeune Parque (The young Fate) published in 1935.
Spoken by a young woman, La jeune Parque is concerned with the battle between body and spirit; and between being and knowing.
She was born Marie Cécile Armande Ghislaine de Menten de Horne, into anaristocratic Belgian family. She attended the Académie Julian, andstudied printmaking in the studio of the engraver Paul Bornet.Subsequently she continued her artistic studies at the Académie Royaledes Beaux Arts in Brussels.
She first exhibited at the Salon des Indépendants in 1931. The thirtieswere marked by her friendships with the philosopher Marie-Anne Cochetand the writer Paul Valéry, and by her work on La jeune Parque and theunpublished Album de vers anciens. In 1942 she exhibited in the Toisond’Or and Breughel galleries in Brussels. Swept into the maelstrom ofWWII, her work with the Luc-Marc Resistance network and the romance ofher relationship with Max Londot, she did not exhibit again until 1966,with shows at the Mont des Arts and La Licorne in Brussels. Regular shows followed in her remaining years, mostly in various Brusselsgalleries, with a posthumous exhibition in the Veilingshuis“Vanderkindere” in 1996, the year after her death. Her artistic estatewas auctioned in aid of Médecins sans frontiers.
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