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❝ An evocation, therefore, is an appeal to the beast, and only the beast can respond. We might add that to make the beast appear one must first form it within oneself and then project it outside. This secret is that of all the Grimoires, but it was only expressed by the ancient masters in a very veiled manner.
To see the devil it is necessary to make oneself up like the devil and then look in a mirror. ❞
—— Eliphas Levi (via lucifelle)

nbchannibal:

It behooves you to take a look at abbiehobbs work for Su-zakana, our latest Hannibal fan artist.

❝ All peoples are driven
to the point of eating their gods
after a time: it’s the old greed
for a plateful of outer space, that craving for darkness,
the lust to feel what it does to you
when your teeth meet in divinity, in the flesh,
when you swallow it down
and you can see with its own cold eyes,
look out through murder. ❞
—— Margaret Atwood, “Eating Snake”, Interlunar (via elucipher)

red-lipstick:

Corey Arnold - Slack Water, 2011,  2011      Photography

Saturday, 19th of April with 3,645 notes

mid-centurylove:

Salvador Dali holds a loaf of bread on his terrace in Port Lligat while wife Gala relaxes, 1958.

lostsplendor:

All Steel: London Shop Window, c. 1946 via Stockholm Transport Museum

❝ When he accepted the Nobel prize in 1982, Garcia Marquez described Latin America as a “source of insatiable creativity, full of sorrow and beauty, of which this roving and nostalgic Colombian is but one cipher more, singled out by fortune. Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination, for our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable.” ❞

food52:

We’re more than happy to participate in these Reindeer Games.

(via strangeparking)

Friday, 18th of April with 2,296 notes

theparisreview:

In the meantime there are common flickers
on the lawn, words to whittle, friends to kid.
In the meantime minds pose and put
each other on with drastic poise.
And though the sun is lustrous
on the snow, minds want to switch on
every watt inside. They want to rest their every
reason against the gusts of blank repose
within their sets and make their blizard babies.

Alice Fulton, from “Silencer.”
Photography: Tom Hoying.

Friday, 18th of April with 120 notes