under the pyramids

Ode to Autumn

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue

- John KeatsTo Autumn -

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New Blood IV

Ereshkigal was the Sumerian Goddess of Attalu, the land of the dead and ancestral memories. Ereshkigal, the dark moon Goddess, represents the devouring of life and its subsequent renewal. She rules over the magickal arts, secret knowledge and oracles.
She is described as a young woman with dark hair and pale skin, with beautiful proportions but whose feet are bird of prey talons. She has a strong pair of wings on her back. Like most gods, her head is surrounded by a crown. Her fathomless eyes are deep black. Alongside her are two owls, her devoted animals and she is able to turn into one of them.

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To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent’s art

Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom’s part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent’s art.
Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor gaze till on the year’s last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.

- Dante Gabriel RossettiBarren Spring -

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It will rise in perfect light

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

- Sarah Williams – The Old Astronomer -

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I myself am strange and unusual

Adam: You can see us without the sheets?
Lydia: Of course I can see you.
Adam: Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can?
Lydia: Well, I’ve read through that « Handbook for the recently deceased ». It says that live people ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am strange and unusual.

- Tim Burton – Beetlejuice -

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To create the illusion of a corpse floating into the river, for his painting Ophelia, John Everett Millais had his model, Elizabeth Siddal, posing in a bathtub full of water. Millais painted daily into the winter putting lamps under the tub to warm the water. On one occasion the lamps went out and the water became icy cold. Millais, absorbed by his painting, did not notice and Siddal did not complain. The model became very ill.

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New Blood III

These New Blood posts are becoming a tradition. A simple post to share the latest creations.

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Valhalla Rising

Kare: We are more than flesh and blood. More than revenge.

- Nicolas Winding Refn - Valhalla Rising -

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La Chair et le Sang

Steven: What are you doing in this filthy place? Are you looking for something?
Agnes: I read a book in the convent library, about love and black magic. There was a passage I found fascinating.
Steven: What was it about?
Agnes: A magic root. Mandrake. It grows in a place like this. If a man and a woman eat of it, they will love each other forever.
Steven: Did it also say why you have to dig in this particular spot?
Agnes: The nuns inked out that passage very carefully.
Steven: When a man is hanged, he comes and his semen spills to the ground. That’s where your mandrake sprouts.
Agnes: Explains why the passage was inked out.

- Paul VerhoevenFlesh+Blood -

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The Dream in the Witch House

Mazurewicz came home at six o’clock and said people at the mill were whispering that the Walpurgis-revels would be held in the dark ravine beyond Meadow Hill where the old white stone stands in a place queerly void of all plant-life.

- H.P. Lovecraft - The Dream in the Witch House -

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