He was courageous, elegant and rich. Honor was his code. Charismatic enough to lead the wild cossack sotnias. Too late at the head of the White Army, he forbid his
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
Yggrdrasill, the Horse of Yggr – the sacred Ashtree. Wotan suspended himself to one of its branches, pulled out his own eye, went through death, three wolves owling at his
This one too is about magic. A maze of words, almost spells. Magic movements across a wood of birches at night. The deadly dance of the Borzoi – the fast
Another spell, another master of words: Mikhail Bulgakov. One of the devils who landed in Moscow to shake of atheism from Stalin’s era society, and the fly away when duty’s
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,
A Magician myself, sometyimes I can see the future of others’, never mine. And I really enjoy tarot divination when performed by friends always on the move, dedicated to individual
Allies to Zalmoxis, shamans unveil themselves as prophets, healers, primitive priests of the God of prophecy – call it Hyperborean Apollo: Swans lead him hrough the skies, he himself disguised
…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).
