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The Sphinx...Oscar Wilde & Alastair...1920
Your lovers are not dead, I know;
They will rise up, and hear your voice,
And clash their cymbals, and rejoice,
And run to kiss your mouth, -- and so
Set wings upon your argosies!
more on the background of this book and other illustrators > THE SPHINX
previous Alastair posts L'Anniversaire de L'Infante
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Thursday, August 5, 2010
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Works of Art...Moche pottery...Peru...100-800 AD
The incredible detail in Moche ceramics could lend to the fact that they served as a sort of didactic model. Older generations could pass down general knowledge about reciprocity and incorporation to younger generations through these veristic portrayals. These sex pots could teach about procreation, sexual pleasure, cultural and social norms, a sort of immortality, and transfer of life and souls, transformation, and the relationship between the two cyclical views of nature and life.
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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
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