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Street hassle Lou Reed once again. Street Hassle, his poisonous album widely inspired by his transgender muse Rachel Humphreys. Lyrics: pure Delmore Schwartz – style. Theme: the underworld of transvestites and junkies, Lou Reed's main inspirational source at those times. But the idea came to me from the works of a german painter whose works I enjoy:... Yemanjà She is pure Yoruba charm, the Mermaid, the Moon, the Mother of all Gods. Orisha and Mother of all Orishas. She appears to the poor and the needing. She sometimes incarnates in some human being, beautiful and pure as she is. I wish I had a motorcycle I wish I had a motorcycle Youth is a myth. One lacks power, money. One badly wishes. Age is a counterbalance. You can have power, you can have money, even glory. And a story to tell. Then. Even someone can have a personal story worthy to be told, a biography. But then, youth has gone with its energy. You can look... Dionysus (Jump) Dionysus (Jump) The loss of oneself. No ego. No past. No future. The last step along the path of initiation. Nothing will be the same, afterwards. A delicate woman, rose and green, is flying over the abyss. We watch her mystic, definitive fall. Impending Dionysus silently supervises the scene. A God can never be completely depicted. Death... Homo Homini Lupus Homo Homini Lupus The wolf means belonging to it. Robert Graves would have called it the banner of a clan. The Roman Knight’s parade mask. Between the eyes, the wolf, as it had been engraved on an Anatolian rock in pre-Hittite times. The Oak Forest on top recalls the wilderness, outcasts were forced in woods. Symbol of supreme...

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.