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Shaman II ...the shaman turns into a bird, he flies away into the dark sky, next to the stars. Not of this world, beyond his own death (the Spiral – Labyrinth). 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... Legendary Hearts Legendary Hearts A song and an LP by Lou Reed. This poet of rock’n’roll theorized a joyful renounce to thinking, to poetizing . As much as Pier Paolo Pasolini equated, in his poem entitled “Verso le Terme di Caracalla” the equation of dementia and beatitude (he used the words “beota, stupid, and “beato”, blessed, to describe an... From the sea A night on the Baltic Sea, centuries ago – but tall buildings looming on it may indicate dystopia. In my heart, it is also a mysterical view of Mantua from the lakes that surround the town, in a foggy night. An ancient Capital. A dreamvision. A Myth. A hommage to Anselm Kiefer's works too. Letter Bet with vocal signs Letter Bet with vocal signs This is the Warrior King’s counterpart: Peace. The safety of the square, whose left side is open to let evil go away. On the back, Yehuda Halevi’s poem on holy love. The Dictionary of the Khazars once again.
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
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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
Yggrdrasill
Yggrdrasill
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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.

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