Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Austin Osman Spare... Self Portrait....
¥ Austin Osman Spare ¥
'Self as Hitler'
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".
'Self as Hitler'
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".
Friday, November 20, 2009
Ebenezer Sibly..book plates
‡ Ebenezer Sibly ‡
Ebenezer Sibly (1751-1799) was an English physician, astrologer and prolific writer on the occult
Ebenezer Sibly (1751-1799) was an English physician, astrologer and prolific writer on the occult
A View of Man in his Primeval State as invested With power by his Creator to rule Govern gross Elements
A View of Man in his Primeval State as invested With power by his Creator to rule & Govern gross Elements
The Lapsed State of Man when contaminated by Lucifer, under the Dominion of Sidereal Elementary Influx
The Lapsed State of Man when contaminated by Lucifer, under the Dominion of Sidereal Elementary Influx
"We are all truly influenced by the stars. Indeed how can anyone seriously believe that they were
created only to twinkle in the night?"
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 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 ¤
Histoire d'O... Leonor Fini... part 1...
A few scans from a favourite possesion...
Histoire d'O
The Story of O
(1975)
Pauline Reage (Pseudonym for Dominque Aury)
illustrated by Leonor
Fini
Histoire d'O
The Story of O
(1975)
Pauline Reage (Pseudonym for Dominque Aury)
illustrated by Leonor
Fini
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
AND ALL IN ARMOUR ON HER BED SHE LIES by Paul Holman.... & new drawing
Dolorosa 09
AND ALL IN ARMOUR ON HER BED SHE LIES ...
Her drawings show how she thinks we see her, but it is not the predicament in which she finds herself in the course of each implied adventure, shackled to the steam engine or discharging ectoplasm in some darkened room, by which she is defined, but the quality of distance she brings to these situations,amused and just a little haughty.
This detachment causes her to appear most distinct from her sister - the unicorn might be prettier, but does not gleam so, though both are made up the same -
yet, even in her more recent elegance, the twin we follow may allow
herself to be weirdly exposed, to look not composed but engaging: a
controlled goofiness in a moment that she chose to treat as if
unobserved, as if all eyes were not upon her.
Girl as landscape, girl as costume: how she permeates, sharp faced and quizzical, still unmistakable in the demon mask.
from Tara Morgana
Paul Holman
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