Dolorosa ~ Vowed Series no8 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Works of art....Japanese Carved Ivory Okimono... circa 1900
An Unusually Large Japanese Carved Ivory Okimono of a Human Skull
Entwined with snakes and rats
Perhaps made by a particular workshop as an example of excellence and achievement
Meiji period (1868-1912)
Entwined with snakes and rats
Perhaps made by a particular workshop as an example of excellence and achievement
Meiji period (1868-1912)
the god of death
has passed me over...
autumn dusk
Haiku of Kobayashi Issa
(1763 - 1828)
Monday, November 7, 2011
Ernst Fuchs... Vision... 1953
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previous Fuchs
A vision
I lost the love of heaven above,
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
I lost earth's joys but felt the glow
Of heaven's flame abound in me
Till loveliness and I did grow
The bard of immortality.
I loved but woman fell away
I hid me from her faded fame,
I snatched the sun's eternal ray
And wrote till earth was but a name
In every language upon earth,
On every shore, o'er every sea,
I give my name immortal birth
And kept my spirit with the free.
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
I lost earth's joys but felt the glow
Of heaven's flame abound in me
Till loveliness and I did grow
The bard of immortality.
I loved but woman fell away
I hid me from her faded fame,
I snatched the sun's eternal ray
And wrote till earth was but a name
In every language upon earth,
On every shore, o'er every sea,
I give my name immortal birth
And kept my spirit with the free.
John Clare
(1793 - 1864)
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Edgar Allan Poe poem... Dolorosa pen & ink sketch...
pen and ink sketch Dolorosa
A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Austin Osman Spare ... Illustration...1909
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Cujus est solum ejus est usque ad coelum 1909
from
On the Oxford circuit, and other verses by Mr Justice Darling 1909
CUJUS EST SOLUM EJUS EST USQUE
AD COELUM
'ELUSIVE maxim! Hardly Heaven
they hold
Whose lands in fee to central Hell
descend.
Though from the soil its lords the
stars behold,
With the thick air extremest titles end. Thursday, November 3, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Maman Brigitte ... Jessica Grote, poem & Claude Saintilius, art.
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Maman Brigitte by Claude Saintilius
~~ Our Lady of the Cemetery: Maman Brigitte ~~
The Face of Death
Ruby-red drops of blood mix with the white flour. The strong
alcohol is still burning in her throat. Passion overcomes her,a
yearning, a desperate physical hunger, spreading her legs wide
open, shivering through her body. She wants to embrace...the
Dead.
Fixing her gaze on the purple candle, raising it high
above her head, she whispers... Maman... Ma mere... An irresistable
urge has her pouring the purple wax over her body
while calling out to HER...
You are walking down the long and sparely lit hallway.
Following a noise, a whisper, the distant echo of MY voice.
It is cold, you are alone and yet you know we are all around -
waiting for you.
Treading on the path of the unknown, you feel fear, my child,
I know.
Be brave, go ahead, follow MY call, open that door.
I am over here, standing below the willow on that old cemetery
Yes, it is music coming out of this crypt. Have a look, go inside,
you will see strange rites but also merry dancing and laughter.
Dance with the Dead, my child! Dance with my children!
Do not take yourself too serious!
I am the Mother of the Dead and we are everywhere. In fact
everyone is a walking Dead.
So why not laugh in the face of Death?
by Jessica Grote ~October 2010 excerpt from Atua
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Aztec Idol ... Vitzilipuztli ... bookplates 1700s
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A. Aveline - 1720
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1725
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