Every time I see this article pasted in the window of the voodoo priestess Miriam’s temple I’m filled with perplexity and wonder and gladness
Arthur Wardle - A Satyr Resting with Leopards
“The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me
older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.”
—Robinson Jeffers, on the 50th-year anniversary of the poet’s death (January 20, 1962).
Mara Desipris in VimaDonna (may 2012) from “Angel Of Anarchy” ”A LA MODE” styling Calliope Xourafi photo: v.Kyris 2012
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.
In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.
Now you are no longer caught
in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making
sweeps you upward.
Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven’t experienced
this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest
on the dark earth."
— Goethe (via feellng)
Duane Michals: From the series The Old Man Kills the Minotaur (1976)
— Maurice Maeterlinck (via hideback)