One by one we go into the Dark

Make of me a weapon, make me a vessel of proof
One by one we go into the dark
The movement itself is the only truth


Spectral WoundWoods from Which the Spirits Once So Loudly Howled

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Dost thou see a book before thee?

Thomasin: Black Phillip, I conjure thee to speak to me. Speak as thou dost speak to Jonas and Mercy. Dost thou understand my English tongue? Answer me.
Black Phillip: What dost thou want?
Thomasin: What canst thou give?
Black Phillip:
Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
Thomasin: Yes.
Black Phillip: Wouldst thou like to see the world?
Thomasin: What will you from me?
Black Phillip: Dost thou see a book before thee? Remove thy shift.
Thomasin: I cannot write my name.
Black Phillip: I will guide thy hand.

– Robert Eggers – The Witch, a New-England Folktale –

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Summer Solstice

Run laughing towards the serpent’s jaws, where England meets the sea
Breathe in the old dreams of the dead that travel on the winds
A taste of salt, of love, of things left unsaid, undone
A face like sunlight that burns my eyes and my soul
That haunts and comforts, whispers of what could have been
In broken days that lie beneath a broken tree
I call to no one or to the gods, who never reply
The years that have melted away, and a future like a sickness waits to destroy
I will drown in the blood of summer

 – Sol Invictus –Blood of  Summer –

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One sometimes learns that one has been through Dunwich

When a traveller in north central Massachusetts takes the wrong fork at the junction of Aylesbury pike just beyond Dean’s Corners he comes upon a lonely and curious country. The ground gets higher, and the brier-bordered stone walls press closer and closer against the ruts of the dusty, curving road. The trees of the frequent forest belts seem too large, and the wild weeds, brambles and grasses attain a luxuriance not often found in settled regions […]

Across a covered bridge one sees a small village huddled between the stream and the vertical slope of Round Mountain, and wonders at the cluster of rotting gambrel roofs bespeaking an earlier architectural period than that of the neighbouring region. It is not reassuring to see, on a closer glance, that most of the houses are deserted and falling to ruin […]

One dreads to trust the tenebrous tunnel of the bridge, yet there is no way to avoid it. Once across, it is hard to prevent the impression of a faint, malign odour about the village street, as of the massed mould and decay of centuries. It is always a relief to get clear of the place, and to follow the narrow road around the base of the hills and across the level country beyond till it rejoins the Aylesbury pike.

Afterwards, one sometimes learns that one has been through Dunwich.

– H.P. LovecraftThe Dunwich Horror

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Monas Hieroglyphica

Although the semicircle of the Moon is placed above the circle of the Sun and would appear to be superior, nevertheless we know that the Sun is ruler and King. We see that the Moon in her shape and her proximity rivals the Sun with her grandeur, which is apparent to ordinary men, yet the face, or a semi-sphere of the Moon, always reflects the light of the Sun. It desires so much to be impregnated with solar rays and to be transformed into Sun that at times it disappears completely from the skies and some days after reappears, and we have represented her by the figure of the Horns (Cornucopia).

 – John Dee – Monas Hieroglyphica (Theorem IV) –

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New Blood X

Another New Blood post to share this month’s new pieces.

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My mother was the moon

If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon
Underneath the water I would live and die too soon
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon

– King Dude – My mother was the moon –

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New Blood IX

Another New Blood post to share the latest creations.

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Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow
[…]
Coffin-board, heavy stone,

Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

– Oscar Wilde – Requiescat –

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Je vois de la lumière noire

This is the battle between day and night… I see black light.

– Victor Hugo’s last words

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