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Plate of Heroes, I Plate of Heroes, I I was introduced to them all, someone seemed inappropriate, some other moved me for his graceful pureness and elegance. Book pages, from Lernet-Holeinia to von salomon. From Ernst Jünger (who himself was in Freikorps Rossbach) to Frédéric Mitterrand, Jean Mabire, Michail Bulgakov. Vladimir Pozner was a communist, but he fell in love for the most... Vasily Ivanovich Chapayev Vasily Ivanovich Chapayev Portrait of Russian communist Cossack. Out of a poor peasant family, he fought in the Civil War against the White Armies. He met his own death while fighting. He became then a hero for the post-revolutionary Russia. Revolutions always need their own heroes, and a dead one is no danger at all for the men... Fuochi Blu Fuochi Blu Nightlife. The City not so far away. Cruising bikers, whores, transvestites and their tricks. Regular johns, peepers, pushers. The lights of the nights, all those temporary goddesses. A warm starless night, smell of exhaust, smell of sweat and of cheap makeup. Music is pounding on air. Time suspended. A Midsummer Night Dream. The Italian translation... 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. Volleyball Player Volleyball Player This nude is obviously inspired by the works of the Russian painter Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Deyneka. It is a homage to a powerful painter, to the artist who represented at best Soviet Russia all along Stalin domination, still keeping in his way the absolute avant-garde of his VKhUTEMAS days in the post-revolutionary Moscow. Pavel Alexandrovich Florenskij...

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.