Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Play before entering
Most dreary dragging magnificent conclusion........ My ears heard as if they were bleeding branches.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Brain Food
An Occult In Art
Knowledgeable, unconventional, and worldly, if you are someone who enjoys exploring the hidden meanings in astrological and hermetic symbolism this piece is perfect for you.
Only on the second chapter and I'm seeing things in a whole new perspective. A nice book to feed that rattling brain of yours.
"A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs."
Written by Jean Paul Satre, this book is a collection of short stories published in 1939 containing the story "The Wall", which is considered one of the author's greatest existentialist works of fiction.
I recommend this book to everyone!
L.A.W.
Many thanks to my dear friend and photographer
the very talented Mr.Casino Nelson
Click on this link to view his masterpieces.
A better look at L.A.W. headpiece
Photo credits to the beautiful Victoria Grace Choeff
Monday, August 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
My Lord
I write things that the Gods whisper to me.
A series of grave and prosperous letters.
Through the flickering of the leaves on a sun glazed day, I see within their shadows and let the savage beasts take my pen.
Writings from other worldly seasons.
Hidden in the darkness of underground railroads and held high over the nations flags.
If your lucky you might hear them in an old bunker, or sitting in a steeple in some old chapel.
Only a fool would dismiss this. The fool is that of a stubborn hog;A Hermit by choice.
The hierophant holds the sword. He is all- knowing.
You and I both know he is the virtuous one.
At dawn I awoke in restless ecstasy and felt the queen arise from her slumber.
"Great, worthy world" she sang!.
It was then that the rain met the sun and began to shower over mother nature's germens.
Through a summers' cloud Daughter Diana continued to take her course.
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