';

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... Mermaid Mermaid In an underwater kingdom, a Princess is graciously seated. Her long, embroidered robe, sparkling with polychrome gems, merges with the surrounding sea. A giant scallop, purple red and gold, is her throne. A magic apparition, a long lasting dream. An enchanting presence. Loneliness Loneliness W. H. Auden again. A quote, a deeply lonesome though handsome guy is standing. The City is the background. An empty sofa takes the scene. No matter how to explain this. Just feel it now, as you felt already. And then listen to some quixotic jazz music. Zalmoxis would suggest Toufic Farroukh. Ya Ali Ya Ali Flames burn on the left, as the flaming shi’ite invocation to Ali, cousin and son-in-law of the Prophet Muhammad, for a request of strength. As in all Zalmoxis’s ambiguities, here stands a non-sexual yet princely beautiful woman. Deep blue on the right might be her hair, or a veil. Is she a source of burning... Dancing Maenad II Wild in the woods, they danced at the moonlight. Dionysus – the Eleutherios, the one who lets free – lead the dance. Music, wine. Disrespect of lives, Maenads tore and chewed live flesh of humans and wildbeasts. They where seductive and horrific. Their dance was chaotic and absolute.
Ehepaar
Ehepaar

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.

Dancing Satyr
Dancing Satyr
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
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Nikolai Ilyich Podvoisky
Blue Tucano
Blue Tucano
Anna & Fernanda
Anna & Fernanda

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
ImageImageImage
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
Yggrdrasill
Yggrdrasill
Inscription
Inscription
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.

logo