Saturday, May 28, 2011

Persian Miniture...erotica





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Rolf Schott (1891-1977)... illustration...



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LOVER IN ALL SHAPES.

To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish;
If thou cam'st with thy line.
Thou wouldst soon make me thine.
To be like a fish,
Brisk and quick, is my wish. 

Oh, were I a steed!
Thou wouldst love me indeed.
Oh, were I a car
Fit to bear thee afar!
Oh, were I a steed!
Thou wouldst love me indeed. 

I would I were gold
That thy fingers might hold!
If thou boughtest aught then,
I'd return soon again.
I would I were gold
That thy fingers might hold! 

I would I were true,
And my sweetheart still new!
To be faithful I'd swear,
And would go away ne'er.
I would I were true,
And my sweetheart still new! 

I would I were old,
And wrinkled and cold,
So that if thou said'st No,
I could stand such a blow!
I would I were old,
And wrinkled and cold. 

An ape I would be,
Full of mischievous glee;
If aught came to vex thee,
I'd plague and perplex thee.
An ape I would be,
Full of mischievous glee

As a lamb I'd behave,
As a lion be brave,
As a lynx clearly see,
As a fox cunning be.
As a lamb I'd behave,
As a lion be brave.

Whatever I were,
All on thee I'd confer;
With the gifts of a prince
My affection evince.
Whatever I were,
All on thee I'd confer. 

As nought diff'rent can make me,
As I am thou must take me!
If I'm not good enough,
Thou must cut thine own stuff.
As nought diff'rent can make me,
As I am thou must take me!
                                
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 1815.*



Friday, May 20, 2011

My works in ATUA...





ATUA: Voices from La Societe Voudon Gnostique

published by Fulgur, 2011 

 

aiming to provide insights and inspirations to practitioners on a similar spiritual path,this anthology features essays, artwork, prose and soundscapes



My feet are deeply rooted
In the ground of the earth
And my head
Is still amongst
The Stars of the Sky
from Forever Lust by Roberto Migliussi

 

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Cover Art Work by Peter Dyde




cover art work by Hagen von Tulien



My series of drawings "Bloodsongs" have been wonderfully reproduced in the latest publication by Fulgur alongside two other drawings that i will include in future posts >


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"Man and Woman follow me
To the well of ecstasy
Deeper, deeper to the source
Far beyond the yellow North"

from a Litany of Maîtres du  Crâne/ Nightside Journey:Daemonic Image & Vamparitic Phantom




Bookplate...Christoph Heinrich...1747



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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Lee Brown Coye... illustrations...





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Ambrose Bierce's "Oil of Dog"


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Lord Dunsany's "the Exiles Club"



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Arthur Machen's "History of the Young Man With Spectacles"


more weird and wonderful Coye work and other wonders from >> FREEDOM SCHOOL RECORDS



Sunday, May 15, 2011

Austin Osman Spare ... The Formula of Atavistic Resurgence...



~ Austin Osman Spare ~
30 December 1886 – 15 May 1956



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The Formula of Atavistic Resurgence
Zos-Kia Cultus
 Austin Osman Spare created this Stele embodying the secret glyphs and sigils of the Cultus.


"There is a Grimoire of symbology, of vague phonic nuances that conjoins all thoughts and is the cryptic language of the subconscious world." AOS

"I teach the equal reality of all things, man and his illusions: Dreams shall flesh ...some day." AOS


Whatever the value of Spare’s contribution to art and psychology, his contribution to experimental occultism is supreme, for he discovered a method of reifying the dream world under the controlling aegis of the fully conscious will.



Friday, May 13, 2011

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Hans Bellmer...print.... undated





“The body resembles a sentence that seems to invite us to dismantle it into its component letters, so that its true meanings may be revealed anew through an endless stream of anagrams.”  
Hans Bellmer

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André Pieyre de Mandiargues on Bellmer...

“He was highly intelligent and seemed to have no sense of culpability or sin—there was innocence in his perversity. His eroticism was intellectual rather than sensual, cold rather than hot: this attracted me to him because like me, he was basically a puritan, and like me, he had no time for vulgar sensuality.”