Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Wladd Muta...Totem Implants' Wheel...2012



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previous Wladd Muta


Chamunda, the Horrific Destroyer of Evil...India... 10th–11th century



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This is a fragment of a full-length sculpture portraying the ferocious Hindu goddess Kali in the form of Chamunda, an epithet derived from her act of decapitating the demons Chanda and Munda. Chamunda embodies bareness and decay. Her hair is piled up into a chignon decorated with a tiara of skulls and a crescent moon. She scowls, baring her teeth, and enormous eyeballs protrude menacingly from sunken sockets in her skeletal face. As a necklace, she wears a snake whose coils echo the rings of decaying flesh that sag beneath her collarbone. Just above her navel on her emaciated torso is a scorpion, a symbol of sickness and death. She presumably once held lethal objects in the hands of her twelve missing arms.



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Saturday, May 26, 2012

Alchemy: The Golden Art...



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The alchemist who has achieved illumination. 

From Andrea de Pascalis,
Alchemy: The Golden Art. The Secrets of the Oldest Enigma

Hans Bellmer...Tête de femme ...print...



from my own collection ...

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Vladimira Milashevskago...illustrations ...Zanaveshennye kartinki (Curtained pictures) ...1920



Poems by Mikhail Kuzmin, Illustrated by Vladimir Milashevsky 1920




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Sun, Sun

Sun, sun,
divine Ra-Helios,
you delight
the hearts of kings and heroes,
sacred horses neigh to you,
in Heliopolis they sing hymns to you;
when you shine,
lizards crawl out onto rocks
and boys go laughing
to swim in the Nile.
Sun, sun,
I am a pale scribbler,
a library recluse,
but I love you, sun, no less
than a tanned sailor
smelling of fish and salt water,
and no less
than his accustomed heart
rejoices
at your royal rising
from the ocean,
my heart trembles,
when your dusty, but flaming ray
slips
through the narrow window by the ceiling
onto my filled page
and my thin, yellowish hand,
writing out in vermilion
the first letter of a hymn to you,
O Ra-Helios sun!

 


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Ex Libris... Milan Bauera





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 Milana Bauera website here


Saturday, May 12, 2012

Ex Libris... Italo Zetti (1913-1978)...1947



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Paolo Farinati...The Punishment of Marsyas...1573


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Agathias (c. 536-582 AD)
translated by Richard Garnett

Satyr, whose listening ear so low is bent
Breathes with spontaneous strain thine instrument?
Smiling and silent thou remainest bound
In silvery fetters of delightful sound;
For sure that lifelong figure here doth dwell
Fixed not by Painting's, but by Music's spell.


Thomas Sturge Moore... wood engravings & poem



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The Centaur's first love


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Bookplate of Campbell Dodgson

a small collection HERE



Value and Extent
The more they peer through lenses at the night,
The finer they split the rays of stellar light,
The vaster their estimates
Of distances, of movements, and of weights!

The stupor of this unimagined size
Like a mole’s eyelid palls the keenest eyes.
Yea, like unearthed moles,
We, by truth tortured, writhe outside those holes…

Dark homely galleries of confined thought,
Whose utmost reach must now be held as naught
Compared with that grand space
Which those unlike us may superbly grace.

Substance more subtle, forms of comelier growth,
Diviner minds, nothing but mental sloth
Prevents me thus to bid
Against the size revealed, with worth still hid.

No reason can be urged why all this room
Should hold no more life than, within a tomb,
The first small worm that stirs;
For all known life is less in the universe.

Undreamable communications, sun
To sun, may be the hourly routes they run,
Swifter even than light,
On business purer than a child’s delight!

But that I can, like scornful Plato, fear
Our fine things but poor copies of true worth;
Proportioned to this earth,
There thrill and shape small genuine glories here
.

Thomas S Moore