Hymns To The Unknown

Musician, writer, political activist. "These cells of the inner self/are worse than the deepest stone dungeon/and as long as they are locked/all your revolution remains/only a prison mutiny/to be put down/by corrupted fellow-prisoners"

[supersonicart]

Daniel Danger, Recent Work.

Recent work from the always spectacular Daniel Danger (Previously on Supersonic Art).

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[talesfromthecrypts]

Our battle, our struggle, is to create art. Our weapon is the moving picture. Because we have the moving picture, our paintings will grow and recede; our poetry will be shadows that lengthen and conceal; our light will play across living faces that laugh and agonize; and our music will linger and finally overwhelm, because it will have a context as certain as the grave.

Shadow of the Vampire (2000) dir. E. Elias Merhige

[jazz-vampire]

Dark Shadows (#426)

[kylos]

Natalie Portman in Vox Lux (2019)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I must change, with passion, with blood and breath,”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Roger Hunt Carroll, from “O’ Remote Song,”

[notrammsteinnnn]

sean brennan is… a mood

[invisiblemarine]

[leodrune]

i’ll give you the plague if you want me to

[thefugitivesaint]

Willy Lehmann-Schramm (1866-) cover, ‘Vom politischen Marionettentheater’ (From the political marionette theater), “Der Wahre Jacob”, #514, 1906 Source

[memewhore]

[audreynical2]

Star Wars: The Fierce Awakens

[coat]

Luke… I am…

SICKENING

[guerillaballerina]

So....this is me!

[okayophelia]

Archetypes | GODKILLER

With fists like atom bombs, he walks on the thorny warpath to the heavens, masked in blood and bathed in fire. Beware the man who would kill a god, the choir whispers, for he will never know peace, and he will drag the whole universe into war to keep him merry company along the way. He will stand before the throne, look the void in the eye and laugh. He cannot bear to live in a world where he is not sovereign of his own soul. He would rip his teeth into divine flesh and swallow the universe whole. He wants the apocalypse and the wasteland that will follow in the wake of the gods, that humanity might rise and rise again as their own gods, without sin or fate or fear. And so he rises, knife in hand, to make himself holy and unholy. He has nothing but murder in his mind, nothing but desire in his body, and nothing but truth singing from his tongue. The gods are his prey.

He is every child who ever wanted to hold the universe in the palm of their hand, and every man who wanted to take the throne. He is every woman who tore the kingdom of god apart with her body, and every mortal who stared into the sun and wanted to burn down everything that stood between them and that light. There is nothing left to their story but this: to kill to kill to kill. 

[cassiachloe]

A balance between persistence and surrender. Allowing oneself to pursue the beauty they see in themselves, yet not resisting necessary momentum in change. accepting that we cannot consciously control the entirety of our surroundings, nor the entirety of our being. Let the constant flow of our perceptual reality take us on the journey we require. To let go. Release. Breathe out. The term nirvana simply means ‘blow out’. Surrender. Yet there’s something to be said for finding ones own direction, to make action of ones dreams or ideas. A kind of fire, a kind of strength to have determination. This is creativity. Is creativity then born only out of dukkha (the eternal frustration of possession of ego)? If it is so then perhaps it is not such a horror to possess? In accepting that, does the frustration then cease?

Trev Earl photography Snakejuggling buugeng @cassiachloe words and dance

[hootfiend]

Factual story that is true and really did happen. http://ift.tt/2jLrieH

[calebmp3]

[gothabillyfashion]

[romanticdaydreams]

I saw this on my professor’s door and I can’t even deal with the accuracy.