Undreaming.

bewitching: oldhollywood: Stills from Haxan (Witchcraft Through...

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:51:52 -0800

Stills from Haxan (Witchcraft Through the Ages) (1922, dir. Benjamin Christensen)

Officially banned outside of Sweden for decades due to graphic imagery and an unabashed anti-clerical theme, Häxan has grown into a cinema legend one hears about but rarely, if ever, gets a chance to actually see. Is it true that it displays witches cavorting naked with lusty devils? Is a baby really drained of blood before it’s tossed into a stew pot? What’s this about women lining up to kiss Satan’s bulbous ass? Inquisitional torture? Flying on broomsticks? Hysterical nuns? Sacrilege and perversion? Demonic orgies? Otherworldly monstrosities emerging from between an old crone’s legs? And it’s a documentary? And is there really a version narrated by Beat generation writer and hipster icon William S. “The Naked Lunch” Burroughs, complete with acid jazz soundtrack? It’s all true.

ccnidaria: logicalfallacies: pumpmylove: Histoire de l’Oeil.

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:51:06 -0800

ccnidaria: logicalfallacies: pumpmylove: Histoire de l’Oeil.

"Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely."

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:49:42 -0800

— Edna St. Vincent Millay (via bloodmilk) (via fatalistichues) (via merricat) (via tobia)

burningfp: benjaminhilts: akubizone: jamesjoyce: lovepants

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:39:21 -0800

burningfp: benjaminhilts: akubizone: jamesjoyce: lovepants

planchette: in-circles: phoenixxx9000; Images of the Occult.

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:33:17 -0800

planchette: in-circles: phoenixxx9000; Images of the Occult.

"Death comes to me again, a girl" by Dorianne Laux

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:31:41 -0800

Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.

thousandflowerettes (via spiderlashes.)

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:27:53 -0800

thousandflowerettes (via spiderlashes.)

marsiouxpial: Lady on the Moon · Arcade Stereo Card, c.1920s

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:27:04 -0800

marsiouxpial: Lady on the Moon · Arcade Stereo Card, c.1920s

“… the misery is there inside her, like a stone, and there’s no room for any other thoughts....

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:21:17 -0800

“… the misery is there inside her, like a stone, and there’s no room for any other thoughts. She isn’t trying to make an appeal to our sympathies—she’s just shifting this big weight inside her from one place to another.”

— (via shitgaze; drunkenbutterfly; thousandflowerettes.)

theobscureone: goodwinter: outside the office. a square box...

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 20:12:13 -0800

theobscureone: goodwinter:

outside the office. a square box with windows. leaves are falling. a women across the street is smoking a cigarette. the weather wavers on being slightly cold. Summer isn’t completely gone. a sun is somewhere. today behind clouds.

inside the office, decorations for Halloween. there is to much coffee. the new girl who answers our phones has a voice like yours. i pop three aspirin in my mouth. chew. more coffee. suppressed frustration. my jaw is tight, someone put a devil bobble-head on my desk. I’m not sure if i hate or love this . the phone rings, she picks it up and answers in customary company format. her voice is heart breaking.

dementes: lacontessa: trudymade.

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:46:46 -0800

dementes: lacontessa: trudymade.

“Red is wild. She is unsettling. She intrigues. Wear red and other women will assume that you...

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:12:02 -0700

“Red is wild. She is unsettling. She intrigues. Wear red and other women will assume that you are a predatory vixen who is out to steal their husbands and suck the blood of their children.”

— Simon Doonan, Eccentric Glamour

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Sat, 17 Oct 2009 20:11:44 -0700

img via thejewishmadonna:kari-shma: The Flower by...

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:40:00 -0700

img via thejewishmadonna:kari-shma: The Flower by lostinmyself.

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Rachel smelled like water. Wherever my aunt walked, there was the scent of fresh water. It was an impossible smell, green and delightful and in those dusty hills the smell of life and wealth. There were hopes, early on, that Rachel would be a water witch, one who could find hidden wells and underground streams. She did not fulfill that hope, but somehow the aroma of sweet water clung to her skin and lodged in her robes. Whenever one of the babies went missing, more often than not the little darling would be found fast asleep on her blankets, sucking his thumb.

- The Red Tent, Anita Diamant

. . if you’re out on a moonlit night be careful of them...

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 16:03:00 -0700

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if you’re out on a moonlit night
be careful of them neighbourhood strays,
of a lady with long black hair tryin’ to win you
with her feminine ways …

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Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:48:41 -0700

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, who put these bodies between us?

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:45:16 -0700

- theobscureone: align (via merricat.)

marsiouxpial: Antique jar and mammal bones (via Curious...

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:42:09 -0700

marsiouxpial: Antique jar and mammal bones (via Curious Expeditions.)

“new orleans is really haunting in a way that’s very difficult to understand unless you...

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 00:41:53 -0700

“new orleans is really haunting in a way that’s very difficult to understand unless you have been lucky enough in your life to have been immersed in it. it has this peculiar magic that i think is composed of the unbelievable cultural diversity, the heat, the traffic, the closeness of the cities, the distinctness of the plants and wildlife, but it’s something more than that too, like the constant ringing of a bell, or the looming sense of what comes next and how the ocean is often invisible but still kind of omnipresent and pressing. how people look after they enter it, and just before.”