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May 24




František Kupka (Czech, 1871-1957), Flowers in Embroidery, 1925. Oil on canvas, 105 x 105 cm. Musée national d’art moderne, Centre Pompidou, Paris.

František Kupka (Czech, 1871-1957), Flowers in Embroidery, 1925. Oil on canvas, 105 x 105 cm. Musée national d’art moderne, Centre Pompidou, Paris.


May 23
homosexual satanists have dads too

homosexual satanists have dads too


Lightning Bolt - Ride the Sky


Universal Sex Organ



Captain Badass, I am setting your heart on fire.


Songs: Ohia - Love Leaves Its Abusers


May 22

Sabbath Assembly - We Give Our Lives


grainofhisskin:

from Denton Welch’s “Maiden Voyage”. (New York: E.P. Dutton/Obelisk, 1968). Double-page illustration by the author preceding the half-title page.
They’re cartouches … but unlike the decorative grotesqueries of Ottomar Elliger III ( http://www.arthermitage.org/III-Ottomar-Elliger/Cartouche.jpg ), all rushing gushes of pluming festoonery, celebrations of teeming corpulence and courtly hedonism, in Welch’s hand the intent seems withered, brittle, enfeebled and even slightly menacing. The style itself mimics the most corrupt and degraded of spit-bit etchings, the last scratchy bleeding dregs peeled from an all-but-exhausted plate … and of what?: a stunned bug naively biting into a snapped twig of poison sumac, a haughty mothy parrot lording over a petrified dropping, insisting on its resemblance to an armillary sphere … and around each, tumbling debris, decay, cracked entablatures, ruins, barren branches, dry husks instead of flowers… There are draperies in Denton Welch but they’re all soiled drab and tattered, coiled garlands and looping swags of grimy old dishtowels …

grainofhisskin:

from Denton Welch’s “Maiden Voyage”. (New York: E.P. Dutton/Obelisk, 1968). Double-page illustration by the author preceding the half-title page.

They’re cartouches … but unlike the decorative grotesqueries of Ottomar Elliger III ( http://www.arthermitage.org/III-Ottomar-Elliger/Cartouche.jpg ), all rushing gushes of pluming festoonery, celebrations of teeming corpulence and courtly hedonism, in Welch’s hand the intent seems withered, brittle, enfeebled and even slightly menacing. The style itself mimics the most corrupt and degraded of spit-bit etchings, the last scratchy bleeding dregs peeled from an all-but-exhausted plate … and of what?: a stunned bug naively biting into a snapped twig of poison sumac, a haughty mothy parrot lording over a petrified dropping, insisting on its resemblance to an armillary sphere … and around each, tumbling debris, decay, cracked entablatures, ruins, barren branches, dry husks instead of flowers… There are draperies in Denton Welch but they’re all soiled drab and tattered, coiled garlands and looping swags of grimy old dishtowels …


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