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My dark places My dark places From title to the depicted scene, this painting is a homage to the homonymous American writer James Ellroy’s autobiographic book. A compelling albeit disturbing account of the author’s search of his own mother’s death. She was a single mother, she was red haired and she used to spend nights at bars. All of this bears... Lady Day New York. A lower East Side night, pouring rain. A singing voice from a bar. Music. Smoke. Sounds. Liquors. Drugs. An eulogy for Billy Holiday. A song by Lou Reed, one of his first ones I've ever loved. Yggrdrasill Yggrdrasill The immense sacred ash tree that linked the nine worlds in Norse cosmology Four runes are displayed at the corners. Nymphe (Schiksa) Nymphe (Schiksa) "Before war, our peasant girl’s ankles were much thicker than now", comments the titled protagonist of "The Resurrection of Maltravers" by Alexander Lernet-Holenia, talking to his brother, both of them having survived (with ambiguity) the massacres of World War I. The thought of a Schiksa, a certain one, meaning all of it, is behind this... Hans von Manteuffel Hans von Manteuffel Baron Hans von Manteuffel, captain in the Baltisches Landeswehr, the Baltic Territorial Army at the orders of General Count Ruediger von der Goltz, which unified the armed forces of Couronian and Livonian nobility (many of them formerly under the Russian Czar) and acted in the war theater of the actual Baltic republics. He led his...

I AM A HYPERBOREAN

ZALMOXIS

I come from long ago, from a time long passed. I come from a faraway land much beloved by Apollo, the great distant God of prophecy and archery, the God of diseases and of cures.

Truth is

who am I?

I WAS TOO MANY TO REMEMBERI DON’T WANT TO BE REMEMBEREDTHIS ONLY MATTERS: MY CHARMS, MY LASTING DAYSI WILL SURVIVEMY LONG GOING EXISTENCE IS NO JOKEI AM A MAGICIAN, A PRIEST FOR APOLLO, A HYPERBOREANI LUST FOR BLOOD, WHICH IS LIFE BY ITSELF

I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul

I AM ALL IN A SEA OF WONDERS I DOUBT I FEAR
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No se puede propio saber lo que sabe el lobo. El lobo es incognoscible. Preguntar lo que sabe el lobo es como preguntar los arboles. Las piedras. El mundo.
Cormac McCarthy
novelist
Mit ungläublicher Ehrfurcht Lautschten wir den langsamen Takten des Walzwerks der Front, einer Melodie, die uns in langen jahren Gewohnheit werden sollte.
Ernst Jünger
author
Der Atem des Kampfes wehte herüber und ließ uns seltsam erschauern.
Ernst Jünger
author
THE PREMISE IS

To approach Zalmoxis, we start from Apollo. God of Forecasting. God of Diseases, Supreme Healer. Magician Sire of the Underworld, God of the Far Traveling Arrow. He is not Greek, he came from the immense plains in the North-East, from lands where the Sun rises and lasts.