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Bands of Wolves Bands of Wolves I was looking for images of wolves. No pictures, no calligraphic etchings. I met wolf-warriors in their archaic Roman, Anatolian and Old Norse declinations. Symbols, Beasts, the transformation that yields a permanent link with the Adversary. I found these rusty bands, maybe ancient swords from a medieval burial. Soon I found it crowded, runes, Beserks,... Imperator Maximilianus I (after A. Dürer) Imperator Maximilianus I (after A. Dürer) Grandfather to the Emperor Carl V, Maximilianus I von Absburg , as in the original by Dürer, he holds a pomegranate in his left hand, his features more than distinguishable. The prominent chin, the so called Absburg chin that came from princess Cymburgis of Masovia. This to distinguish the personage of the portrait. But his... Hyperboreans Hyperboreans A sort of a petroglyph recounting a shaman’s journey in the spirit world. He’s gone, forever. He just left a trail. Reenact his deeds. Ride a reindeer. Track a magical wolf. Turn into a crow. Forget yourself. Forget all you believed. Your way back, if conceded, will not be as you thought. You will never be the same as before. Ehepaar Ehepaar This is double profile portrait of a married couple, as from it German title. They both stand, his own a volitional expression, hers a more enigmatic gaze of seduction. They could be statues, in their metal hues: he is bronze, she is copper. They stand upon a ravaging sea. This couple could be a sculpture... Lou Reed III All of us have passed through those lonely, rainy nights, when midnight's over, friend and love long gone. Too much smoke, too much booze, maybe more stuff loading us. The City, our own loneliness and transgressions. And a poet, in music, in life. This is why we can't but fall in love with Lou Reed.

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.