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Warrior King Warrior King A medieval crown, The Gold of the Lombards. A golden mask. Lou Reed’s “Warrior King”: only by him the absolute rock’n’roll on cancer and death. A warrior king inscrutable and benign. Holy violence, shaivite dances, are Life by itself. Heraclitus (quotes on the back) warned that the restless soul is the wisest and most precious... African statue I often fall in love with a meanigful face, for burnig eyes. When this happens, I physically need to paint a portrait as a hommage and then... everything turns out differently. The secret story behind a face leads me to its origin. I reached an african Goddes in this case, starting from a charming young... 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... BG BG Zalmoxis’ favorite model, BG. She enjoys cigarette smoking. She’s holding a cigarette and puffing smoke rings in a painting, the ashtray’s full and a spiral of smoke soars from it. Also the branch of cotton flowers in a vase resembles smoke. You see but your eyes burn. Is this nostalgia? It is enigma. 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...

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.