Athanase Pernatte

Underground music, Weird Literature, Ferns. arcane art at large

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Alice In Wonderland

Director: W.W. Young

Release date: January 19, 1915

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Edward Gorey - The Insect God

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Me, for my zero followers 😅

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart’s core. By William Butler Yeats

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Source

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Max Ernst (1891-1976, German) ~ Le romantisme, 1960

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Wheel of the Year from "Wild Witchcraft: Folk Herbalism, Garden Magic, and Foraging for Spells, Rituals, and Remedies"

by Rebecca Beyer

#Yule

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Paul Éluard, December 14, 1895 – November 18, 1952.

With Leonora Carrington and Max Ernst. 1937 photo by Lee Miller.

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Martirós Sarián, 1880-1972

Lake of Fairies, 1905, gouache on paper, 24.5x24.5 cm

Tretyakov Gallery (Moscow)

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Current 93 – Hitler As Kalki

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Ahasuerus Followed by Visions of the Cross - Gustave Doré, 1860.

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Momento Mori ♡

Cupid must have cursed my heavy heart with the arrows of love

For there is no one who has made my life so full of sorrow

The snake of death is as horrid as a homicide, yet still, it is inevitable

Hades heard my plea for forgiveness and life.

Nevertheless, I had to accept the same fate as Tantalus for my dearly beloved

I try to walk this land with a heart of faith as the blood drips

albeit the sinful nature of curiosity at my fingertips

I can not hear your steps in sync with mine

So how must I believe you are by my side?

Oh, Eurydice

There is only so long the passion in my heart can take me

Your passing has filled me with only grief

Uncertainty has corrupted me

Maybe in our Elysium, you will be protected from harm

Though, even life with you felt like paradise humanized 

Elysium could never compare to the way of life you shared

A life without you is not a life worth living

Eurydice, you see, you are worth the pain.

I would be glad to be confided to dust and ashes, to be mangled

I don’t wish to see a shining light, but instead, your darling smile

For you and I, two lucid souls, are connected by the string of fate

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Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, "Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld" (1861)

"...and here I am just like I was in Vienna and your hand is in my own as long as you leave it there."

Franz Kafka, "Letters to Milena"