Out of ash I rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air.

Picture by The Streetswalker

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The Kraken

Below the thunders of the upper deep;

Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,

His antient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep

The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee

About his shadowy sides: above him swell

Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;

And far away into the sickly light,

From many a wondrous grot and secret cell

Unnumber'd and enormous polypi

Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.

There hath he lain for ages and will lie

Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,

Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;

Then once by man and angels to be seen,

In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Lord Alfred Tennyson

VI. Vezio

Photos de Pauline Darley.

Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn

Photos de Marine Buret.

Ariel

Painting by Levy-Dhurmer

"Stasis in darkness.

Then the substanceless blue

Pour of tor and distances.

God's lioness,

How one we grow,

Pivot of heels and knees! - The furrow

Splits and passes, sister to

The brown arc

Of the neck I cannot catch,

Nigger-eye

Berries cast dark

Hooks -

Black sweet blood mouthfuls,

Shadows.

Something else

Hauls me through air -

Thighs, hair;

Flakes from my heels.

White

Godiva, I unpeel -

Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now I

Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.

The child's cry

Melts in the wall.

And I

Am the arrow,

The dew that flies

Suicidal, at one with the drive

Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning. "

(Sylvia Plath).

Through the looking glass.

Jardin d'hiver

Photos de Sophie Arancio pour la collection Automne/Hiver d'Eple& & Melk.