Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
-Wordsworth
Folk music, writing, reading, learning new things about the world around me, contemplation, long walks, pastoral scenery, forests, Baroque artwork, Japanese artwork, impressionist art, symbolist poetry, romatntic poetry,Agalloch, discovering new music, listening to old music, sleeping, dreaming, friends, driving at night, transcendentalism, poetry, finding beauty in things around me, laughing, cherished moments, euphoria through music, tea, going to shows, whoring out the bands I love, parks. Bless my pen with dreams and lies
let me hold you in my sleep,
let me wake and damn this art!
Music
Clad in Darkness: Forestall
Agalloch: Our Fortress is burning Part II "Bloodbirds"
Mono:Yearning
Negura Bunget: Inaborat
Current 93: Dormition and Dominion
Wolves in the Throne Room: Behold the vastnes and sorrow
Deathspell Omega - Kénôse II
Kayo Dot-__On Limpid Form
Nadja: Stays Demons
Russian Circles-Harper Lewis
Troum - Skaun[Ei]s
Ulver-The Waltz of King Karl
Esoteric-Circle
Devendra Banhart-The Body Breaks
Envy-chain wandering deeply
Opeth-Moonlapse Vertigo
Godspeed You! Black Emperor-Storm
Movies
The Fountain
The Seventh Seal
Sideways
The Illusionist
No Country for Old Men
Television
South Park
Books
Slyvia Plath:Ariel
Arthur Rimbaud: Un Saisen en Enfer
Hart Crane: White Buildings/ The Bridge
Charles Baudelaire: Les Fluer Du Mal
Wallace Stevens: Harmonium/The Idea of Order at Key West
Walt Whitman: Leaves of Grass
T.S. Eliot: The Wasteland
Heroes
"As bees gather honey, so we collect what is sweetest out of all things and build Him. Even with the trivial, with the insignificant (as long as it is done out of love) we begin, with work and with the repose that comes afterward, with a silence or with a small solitary joy, with everything that we do alone, without anyone to join or help us, we start Him whom we will not live to see, just as our ancestors could not live to see us. And yet they, who passed away long ago, still exist in us, as predisposition, as burden upon our fate, as murmuring blood, and as gesture that rises up from the depths of time."
-Rilke
Thy pardon for this history, whitest Flower,
O Answerer of all,—Anemone,—
Now while thy petals spend the suns about us, hold—
(O Thou whose radiance doth inherit me)
Atlantis,—hold thy floating singer late!
"Alas, alas, and no more possibility of wandering, hypochondria and rain, and no more, alone under the ancient skies, the possibility of acting crazy! Poor demented madman without hearth or home (a poor, poor unloved madman)! And then, falling very low to purify my flesh and exult in the dawn by fleeing from myself in a train. O Literature, O Fine Arts, I am like some special angel completely unlike anyone else. I will have spent my life in the train station, almost setting off on deplorable adventures. All that for the love of my heart crazy for the glory of love. How picturesque the trains we miss! How "goodby for now" the boats at the end of the pier! The well-built pier protecting me from the sea, from my flesh, from love."
You were the wind and I the sea—
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
I'm influenced mostly by English Romanticists, American Transcendentalists and French Symbolists but also by Arabic Poetry and the occasional modern/post modern poetry
I have the same kind of perplexed stance towards minus freezing conditions and this general greyness. New year should be heralded in with a burst of sunlight and the like.
I have uploaded two new vile tracks from Cult of Blood: "Our Shining Plague" and "Cruel but Just." "Our Shining Plague" is a meditative deep ballad. "Cruel but Just" is the most ferocious track on the album. Enjoy my friend-JudgeH
