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[denisforkas]

Dream of the Twelfth Labour, 2017

Acrylics on paper, 20 x 20 cm

In my dream I am adolescent Heracles having a prophetic dream about the twelfth labour. In search for the putrid Avernus I travel far south. The further I go the thicker the fog gets but there’s no stench to guide me to the entrance – on the contrary, I’m treated to the most exotic flower fragrance. After a while I spot a source of light in the mist and it soon leads me to a lavender field with a decorated crystal coffer towering above it. Inside the coffer there’s an enormous shriveled corpse – its chest being consumed by smokeless fire in complete silence. I realize this is the entrance to Hades I’ve been after and rejoice. Without delay I shatter the coffer and immediately wake up into the darkness of hell – as a naked youth. I remember a mad woman laughing in front of me. The shock breaks the spell and I wake up again marveling about the idea of unleashing hell upon the world as the only means of entering it.

[weirdlandtv]

19th-century French sideshow poster. One can only guess.

[ex0skeletal]

by AMechanicalMind

This artist sells on Etsy!

[redlipstickresurrected]

Christophe Hohler (Swiss, b. 1961, Bâle, Switzerland) - From series Totentanz: Danse Macabre  Mixed Media

[frankocean]

in the late nite

[phrenicschits]

Moon river wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style someday A dream maker My heartbreaker Wherever you're going I'm going that way

Two drifters off to see the world There's such a crazy world to see We're all chasing after all the same Chasing after our rainbow's end

Moon river wider than a mile Crossing in style someday My dream maker Heartbreaker Wherever you're going I'm going the same

Two drifters off to see the world It's such a crazy world you'll see We're all chasing after our end Chasing after our ends

Life just around the bend my friend Moon river and me

[phrenicschits]

It’s been so long since I’ve traveled, I’ve forgotten if one checks one’s luggage at the station or do I just carry everything to my compartment on the train? Is there room beneath the sleeper or am I forgetting some other sort of storage place?

Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

[deathinthesea]

Ray Donley - `The Sleepwalker`

[kafkaesque-world]

You’re right that the essential thing needed for recovery is the will to recover. I have that, but to the extent that this can be said without affectation I also have the opposite will.

Franz Kafka, Letter to Felix Weltsch (via stoicremains)

[ofpaperandponies]

Homesickness 

Neither the lion nor the man with folded wings have any business being on this bridge.  They embody the melancholy of those who know that real life is always something else, something that does not exist.

-Magritte, 1940

[literarymiscellany]

Words hate anything that stamps them with one meaning or confines them to one attitude, for it is their nature to change.      Perhaps that is their most striking peculiarity – their need of change. It is because the truth they try to catch is many-sided, and they convey it by being many-sided, flashing first this way, then that. Thus they mean one thing to one person, another thing to another person; they are unintelligible to one generation, plain as a pikestaff to the next. And it is because of this complexity, this power to mean different things to different people, that they survive. Perhaps then one reason why we have no great poet, novelist or critic writing today is that we refuse to allow words their liberty. We pin them down to one meaning, their useful meaning, the meaning which makes us catch the train, the meaning which makes us pass the examination…

Virginia Woolf (via literarymiscellany)

[thefilmstage]

The claustrophobic feeling was really something that Robert was shooting for. He wanted the film to just lay on top of people like a 90 minute puritan nightmare. I think he said once that in order for it to be horror, it had to be horrifying. Musically speaking that resulted in a score that was far more dissonant than anything I’d ever done. It just never lets up.

Listen to Mark Korven’s frightening full score for The Witch.

[fantasticallyweirdshit]

[victoriousvocabulary]

(via Why the Oxford comma is important)

[artpropelled]

There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic

Anais Nin (via artpropelled)

[drmartens1945]

[androadiction]

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[papermagazine]

Jaden Smith looks super-chic wearing nail polish and a mini skirt in his new Vogue Korea shoot

[proustitute]

Memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that. Memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither. We know not what comes next, or what follows after.

Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via proustitute)