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Darbz presents … 𓋹October Post!! This Year’s Macabre Theme: Vampires, Human Skin, and….Blood!𓋹

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Ahh, the Autumn Equinox has begun! My favorite time of the year, and better yet, the most spookiest and enchanting month of them all: October! The smell of blood, pumpkin guts, and haunted house fog machines linger in the air! The presence of ghost swirl around me. What makes this month even better is the release of Clive Barker’s Revival coming out TOMORROW.

I am so excited for this.

Below I have curated a selection of grimly macabre things to accompany you this Halloween. It’s all cool spooky shit I picked out, and Ive been wanting to do annual October posts pertaining to the three themes. For this first post, the themes I chose were VAMPIRES, BLOOD, and SKIN.

 

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𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇ℯs

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Books and Movies:

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꒷꒦Interview with a vampire꒦꒷

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Lestat De Lioncourt( ´ཀ` )

 

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Armand( ´ཀ` )

 

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Interview with a vampire gallery:

 

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Queen Of the Damned

Akasha From Queen Of the Damned

 

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Fright Night(1988)

 

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Nosferatu: The Vampyre (1979) Directed by Werner Herzog

A classic Gothic horror and art film with beautiful cinematography that captures the breathtaking Romanian landscape along with the haunting carpathathian mountains where lies the Bran castle. This is one of my favorite Nosferatu versions that I chose to share in this post

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A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night (2014) Directed by Ana Lily Amipor

 

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Promoted as the first Iranian Vampire movie, this movie takes place in an Iranian Ghost town called “Bad City” although the majority of the movie was shot in California. Despite the foreboding name of this movie, the movie is about a lonesome vampire who takes on the form of a woman who preys the night looking for men to attack. Ana states:

“A vampire is many things; a serial killer, a romantic, a historian, a drug addict—they’re sortve all these things in one“

 

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Let the Right One In (2008) Directed by Tomas Alfredson

 

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A classic bleak Swedish Vampire movie. The movie follows 11 year old Oskar, a bullied boy who encounters a strange girl one late night in the park during the 1980’s. If you want more of a slow burn European kind of vampire movie without the cheekiness of more camper films this is a definite watch.

 

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Vampires Kiss (1993) Directed by Robert Bierman

 

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Vampires Kiss is a black comedy about a narcissistic NY business man who falls in love with a vampire, and starts to believe he’s turning into one. I first watched Vampires Kiss as a teenager and was amused by Nicholas Cages’s petulant and erratic performance. This is a quintessential movie to watch if you love a good tongue in cheek vamp flick not to take seriously, accompanied with the unhinged shenanigans of Nicholas Cage. Seriously, from the alphabetic tantrums in his therapist’s office about misfiled papers, to the poor secretary Cage relentlessly terrorizes, it’s pretty unhinged. They even got an improved scene of Cage wearing fake plastic vampire teeth terrorizing real people on the streets of NY as well as tormenting pigeons. What more could you ask?

 

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Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter (2001) Directed by Lee Demarbre


This picture makes me laugh for some reason

 

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I came across this movie while scrolling through Tubi. How could I ignore a movie with such an amusing name? One of those under budget film that could only equate to either an amusing B rated movie to watch while stoned or a terribly obnoxious flick with flavorless comedy and ingenuous sex scenes. Fortunately, the movie is knowingly aware of its cheesy and campy content, or so it seemed to me, stoned at 9pm. The movie takes place in modern day Ottawa, where Jesus fights to save the lesbians from being attacked by a group of vampires alongside the Mexican wrestler and superhero El Santo.

I will say, I was not expecting this movie to have such a good soundtrack. From heavy throbbing techno to a porno-like groovy drum beat while Jesus attacks a bunch of goths on the beach. A plus, how can you ignore the dubbed over voices? A classic staple of low budget cinema. It’s good to watch while stoned and eating Halloween candy with friends.

 

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Martin(1977) Directed by George A Romero

 

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Romero’s psychological take on a modern Vampire. I put this movie at my top of the list in terms of 70s gritty vampiric cinema without the overly raunchy display of sex (although I love a good perverse vampire flick *cough* Vampires ecstasy.) This film follows Martin, a reserved young man who believes himself to be a vampire, as he moves to Pennsylvania to live with his relatives. This movie depicts my Favorite archetype of the conventionally attractive protagonist who also just happens to fall outside the lines of a socially adjusted citizen in his maliciousness.

 

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Bloodthirsty Trilogy (1970-1974) Directed by Michio Yamamoto

 

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Ive yet to see this movie although it is on my list this month and I recommend you check it out as it looks cool.

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True Crime Vampires.

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Richard Chase

Richard Chase was an American serial killer from California, nicknamed the “Vampire of Sacramento” due to his depraved crimes that involved consuming the organs and blood of his victims.

Chase was a paranoid Schizophrenic and had delusions related to blood consumption. By the early 70s, Chase’s mental health would begin to deteriorate. As his delusions and hypochondria increased, Richard Chase would claim to doctors that his cranial bone had separated, and that the bones in his head were moving around. In 1979, Richard Chase would be found in a field covered in cow’s blood. Financially assisted by his parents, Richard Chase would move by himself into an apartment on Cannon St. With the freedom of his own abode, Chase would go on to indulge in his most sanguinarian acts. During this time, Richard would start to consume the blood of rabbits, in belief that it would replenish his own impure blood. Richard would eat the rabbits entrails, and liquify their intestines and blood mixed with cola in a blender. On April 26, Richard Chase was hospitalized for injecting rabbit’s blood into his veins.

Teresa Wallace

in 1978, Richard would break into the home of 22-year old Teresa Wallace and shoot her as she was taking the garbage out. Richard would then proceed to drag her dead body inside and savagely mutilate her. He would drag a knife down her sternum and eviscerate her organs, pulling out her intestines and spleen. He’d also rub his body in Teresa’s blood, and use an empty yogurt cup pulled from the trash can to consume it. Teresa’s husband would be the one to discover her body, and upon seeing her corpse would run out the house screaming. Teresa was pregnant at the time.


Crime scene photos of blood rings following the murder of Teresa at the hands of Chase.

Miroth Family

On the morning of January 27, Richard Chase would commit another crime. Breaking into the home of Evelyn Mirth, Richard would kill her and her three boys. Just as he did with Teresa, Richard would proceed to mutilate Evelyn’s body and engage in necrophilia and cannablisim in much the same gruesome way as with his last victim. Something I add is the savagely petulant way Richard mutilated their body. There was something so viciously childish in how he sexually harmed these woman.

The most vampiric element of Chase’s murders, was the fact that if a door was left unopened, Richard concluded that it was meant for him to walk into, an idea heavily related to themes in vampire folklore.

After Chase was arrested, Officers would walk into his home to discover a disturbing bloodbath. His walls and sink were covered in blood, and they found containers holding brain tissue. Chase would go on trial and plead for insanity but was denied and sentenced to death. In 1980, Richard Chase committed suicide from an overdose of seriquin while imprisoned.

I had to do it. I have blood poising and I need blood. I thought about it forsevereal weeks and decidedI was tired of hunting and killing animals so I could drink their blood. I decided I would kill humans for their blood…
-Richard Chase

 

Kentucky Vampire Killer and cult leader: Rod Ferrell

Rod Ferrell, was born March 28, 198o, into a dysfunctional family. His mother was a neurotic and equally insane woman who held an incestuous and obsessive bond with Rod. She would also frequently flirt with Rod’s underage friends. Rod’s fascination with vampires started when his mother, introduced him to “Vampire: The Masquerade.” A roleplaying game about vampires. From there, the mythology of vampirism became an obsession for Rod to abuse control and be a total sociopathic freak.

During his teen years Rod Ferrell developed his own vampire persona “Vesago” and with his friends, garnered a a group of self-proclaimed vampires called the vampire clan. On thanksgiving day, 1996, Rod formed a plan to travel to Eustid Florida with the Vampire Clan and kill the parents of his friend and ex-girlfriend Jennifer Wendorfi, who she claimed she had been abused at the hands of. Somewhere the plan changed as Rod and the clan broke into the house and beat both Ruth and Richard Wendorfi to death with a crowbar. With a cigarette, Rod then burned a “V” into their skin. Rod Ferrel was the first minor to be sentenced to death in Florida although this decision was eventually overturned.

SideNote: I think its funny both these goofs did the semi-sideways pose like Oooh so intimidating.

 

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VAMPIRE COVENS

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TEMPLE OF THE VAMPIRE

The temple of the Vampyre was formed in 1989 by Lucas Martel as an internal branch of the Temple Of Set.

The temple forbids the act of drinking blood, instead, Vampires learn to take the life force and energy of others and become a consulate predator. The Vampire Bible describes a apocalyptic “Final Harvest of Humankind” in which undead gods take their place as a rulers of the world.

The Temple regard themselves as “The one true Vampire Religion.” Members hold an intense disdain for other vampire clans, and even psychic vampires who hold a power that much resembles the techniques taught by the temple.

“They are quite ignorant. Most of them practice being victims and eschew immortality in favor of what is usually an neogothic aesthetic that romanticizes death as something desirable.”

I realize there is no heaven as there is no hell, and I view death as the destroyer of life. Therefore I will make the most of life here and now. I am a Vampire. Bow down before me.

– The Vampire creed from the temple the vampire website


The Vampire Bible Courtesy TempleOfTheVampire.com

 

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Order Of the Vampyre:


Screenshot taken from The Order of the Vampires Official home page

The Order Of the vampire was founded by Lilith Aquino and William T. Butch as a branch within The Temple Of Set. Although neither claim to have invented The Temple or The Order, Aquino says to have been assisted by Set while writting the sacred text “The Book of Coming Forth By night”

The Order of the Vampire forbids the act of drinking blood from a life force to obtain energy.

A true Vampire knows that he does not achieve the posture of effortless power through the mundane acts of physical blood drinking. In fact to pursue such acts means he does not understand his own condition, let alone vampiric black magic.
-the order

A few techniques used by this clan, include learning to use the voice to influence others, and cultivating a powerful gaze. A unique innovation used by the Order was to organize members into loose networks of newsletters. The Order of The Vampire has become less active in the past years, regardless, their influence was vital towards creating the early frameworks of left-handed vampiric groups.

“Through Xeper, the Word of the AEon of Set, members of this Order will strive to bring to Life those qualities and aspects of our potential which have long been considered to be dead, or latent.”

 

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Ordo Strigoi Vii

Order Strigoi V11 was founded by a New York vampire Father Sebastian Tod Van Houten,who was somewhat of a celebrity vampire, attending interviews, going on TV, and even being interviewed by Oprah.

The word Strigoi is a Romanian term that translates to “vampire witch”. The group came out of The Sanguinairum created by Sebastian.

 

 


Picture of Sebastiaan Tod Van Houten

 

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Vampire Rave


Vampire Rave homepage

A website for Vampires to express themselves and talk to other vampires online.

 

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𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔐𝔢

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Music that makes me think of Vampires

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Paalysed age-Bloodsucker


Diva Destruction-Passion’s Price


Diva Destruction-Passion’s Price

Endless Dismal Moan is a black metal band formed in Osaka, Japan. The band was lead by frontman Chaos-9, before his suicide in 2008 resulted in the bands end. During his time on Earth, Chaos-9 described suffering from hallucinations and delusions. The track “Vampire” comes from their 2nd Demo album “Chaos 11” and was released on the album 陰惨呻.


Lestat-Theatre Of the Vampires


Black NO.1 – Type O Negative


Lullaby-The Cure


Nosferatu man

 

Vampire Gallery

 

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BLOOD

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Every body is a book of blood;
Wherever we’re opened, we’re red.
-Clive Barker

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Books, Movies, and Media

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CLIVE BARKER BLOOD

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In celebration of the Hellraiser game coming out October 8th, a.ka tommorow, I dedicate the first part of this section to my favorite media and art related to Clive Barker and his mystic flesh layered world of bloody taboo. (Not too much though, as I plan to do a deeply researched post dedicated to Barker in the future)

Clive Barkers Book Of Blood (1984-1985)


Book Of Blood Volume 1


Book of Blood Volume 4

 

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I have yet to obtain a physical copy of this book, and have only heard the first two stories of volume 1 on audiobook. I havent looked online, mainly for my desire to fully enhance the magic effect of Barker’s world by hoping to happen upon it at one of my local book/music stores, engaging in it as if it was “a mystery.”

This is a classic and recommended starting point if you desire to engorge the esoteric world of Clive Barker’s grim and sanguine soaked writing. In total, there are 6 volumes of the Book of Blood and each volume contains about 4 or 5 stories. The first story in volume one sets up the rest of the book. It starts with a a fake paranormal investigator employed to investigate a haunted house. Eventually he is attacked by real ghosts and the narrator’s words are carved into his flesh.

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Lord of Illusions (1997)

Lord of Illusions is based on “The last Illusionist” from volume 6 of Clive Barker’s Book of Blood anthology series. The book features “Harry D’Amour” a reoccurring Occult detective in Barker’s other prose and comics.

Hellraiser (1987)


Based on Barker’s Hellbound Heart (1986)


Illustration for the book cover of Clive Barker’s Hellbound Heart

 

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Clive Barker’s Hellraiser: Revival


Trailer for Clive Barker’s Hellraiser: Revival coming this October 8th.
(no I swear this aint sponsored but Clive Barker please hmu)

think modern Resident Evil with a little P.T. – and fusing them together into what feels like a solid, cohesive survival horror-action game that seems, in part, to align with the Hellraiser series.
-IGN

 

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Evil Dead (1981) Directed by Sam Raimi

 

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What else can be said about Evil Dead?

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Ginger Snaps (2000) Directed by John Fewcett

 

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Two Teenage outcast sisters are thrown into the dark world of lycanthropy when the oldest sister, Ginger, begins to transform into a werewolf. The two are walking out at night, amidst the news of savage animal attacks, when Ginger starts her first period. The smell of blood attracts a werewolf and, resultantly, Ginger is attacked. As the story progresses, Ginger starts to grows pugnacious and lascivious, and eventually become hungry for the flesh of boys.

I had an ache, and I thought it was for sex, but it was to tear everything into fucking pieces.
-Ginger

 

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Art and Media

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“Body Link” by Sun Yuan and Peng Yu (2000)

One of my favorite conceptual artist duo who werent afraid to delve into the limits of the human body and its transience. Sun Yuan and Peng Yu fame arose during China’s “shock art scene in the early 90s and 2000s. The conceptual piece “Body Link” perhaps most controversial of them all due to the use of babies, depicts 2 Siamese twins transfusing blood.


“I Cant Help Myself” Sun Yuan and Peng Yu (2016-2019)

“I Cant Help Myself” is Sun Yuan and Peng Yu’s more mechanical approach to human fragility and modern alienation.

This piece to me represents surveillance and the relenting power we let authoritative figures have over us, especially now, with the use of ALPR cameras and other mass surveillance systems. The piece can also represents the follies of technology and how numbing convenience can be. This addiction controls our need for instant satisfaction, bleeding our hearts and causing us to coil inward into isolation. We become machines in our daily life, addicted to machines that program our happiness at the push of a button.

 

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Balkan Baroque (1997) Marina Abramovic

 

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Just like the piece “Cant Help Myself” in “Balkan Baroque” Marina uses blood to evoke the devastating impact war has as it massacres people and their culture. During the act, Marina fruitlessly attempts to scrub blood off the bones of cattle, symbolizing shame and the irreversible damage at the hands of her country. The smell of dead cattle permeates the room as Marina sings yugoslavian folksongs from her hometown, which faced war and turmoil throughout the 90s.

 

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(Untitled) (Blood) (1992)

Felix Gonzales-Torres was a conceptual artist who dedicated much of his work to the impact AIDS had on his life and the people around him . With this piece, Felix chose blood to represent the effect of the virus as the disease slowly progresses. Felix used different colored sphere beads to symbolize blood cells. Felix himself would die from AIDS in 1996.

 

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Real Life

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Haemolacria

It is an common knowledge that in Anne Rice’s dark and elusive world of Vampires that the ordinary night-creature, when prompted, cries in blood. In real life such a thing is possible. Haemolacria, also known as bloody epiphora, is a rare condition that makes people cry blood from their tears.

 

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Music that Makes Me Think of Blood


Strawberry Gashes-Jack Off Jill

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Jack off Jill feels like it was was written from a diary stained with the anguished blood of a sanguine girl being thrown hell from of every angle until her soft petal-like flesh is crumpled and bruised into pools of disenchanting blood.

 

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Sick Fuck Unter Null

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This song and entire album feels like a montage or what goes on in the heads of the zombies of 28 days later.

 

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Vena Cava-Angelspit

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The sound of veins bubbling with fire from the vivacious chemicals of stimulation

 

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BlutEngel-Bloody Pleasure

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Sing this song with a ounce of blood running down your jelly fangs and you’ll feel very brooding and evil.

 

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Sexual Purity- Over The edge

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Sexual Purity’s Chain was actually used in the Hellraiser: Revival trailer.

 

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Brainbombs Obey


Birthday Massacre-Birthday Massacre


Diamond Galas-Plauge Mass

 

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GALLERY OF BLOOD:


Harvester


Inside(2007)


from Fran Bow


Skinny Pup

 

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Human Skin

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Flesh is a trap, magic sets you free.
-Clive Barker Lord Of Illusions

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Real Life

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Anthropadermic bibliopegy

The practice of binding books in human-skin can be traced back to the French Revolution, when rumors that the skin of executed French aristocrats were being bound into books in a tannery. In 1790 an elusive and venerable copy of the nefarious/scandolous 17th century French writer, Marquis De Sade’s Salo, was purported to have been adorned with a female nipple, although if this ever existed it has never been found. An edititon of Andreas Vesalius’s De Humani Corpus Fabrica confirmed to be bound in human skin is held in the John Hay’s Library.

Mutter Museum


Three books bound in Mary Lynch’s skin

Within the esophagus of the Mutter Museum stands their grotesquely intriguing collection of anthropadermic books. Three books at the museum are confirmed to be bound in the skin, once owned by Dr John Stockton Hough. The skin belonged to Mary Lynch, a woman who had died of tuberculosis and parasitic infection.

The act of binding books with this particular morbid element convening just how temporary and masterless we truly are in this world. It also raises question the morality of early medical professionals that can still carry weight today.

Holbein’s dance of death


Probably is or not the exact anthropadermic bibliopegy book, (couldnt find any reliable editions to source)

Published in 1538, German printmaker Hans Holbeins’ Dance of Death is a macabre glimpse into medevial societies perception of death, spirituality and the inevitable demise every human meets regardless of class or lifestyle. The book being bound in human skin reflects our mortality and transience. The book itself has numerous wood cut illustrations of death.

Des Destinee De Lame

In France, A surgeon named Dr Ludovic B. bound not one, but SEVERAL books in human skin. One of the books was “Des Déstinees De Lâme” or Destinies of the soul,” a philosophy essay written by French writer Arsene Houssaye, who was a personal friend of Ludovic. The book traces back to 1879 and is hypothesized to be bound with the skin of a female mental hopsital patient that Dr Ludovic had worked with. Bouland had pointed out how “You can even distinguish the pores.”

In March 2024, Harvard announced that they had removed the skin which had bound the book Des Déstinees De Lâme.

William Burke

In the 18th century, The practice of binding books in human skin was especially popular with doctors and physicians who kept the cadavers of patients’ they favored. They saw their leftover skin as something that could be used for a book cover.

Often, doctors would remove the skin of dead criminals to bind books retelling their immoral acts. For instance, in the case of William Burke, one part of the Scottish duo murders Burke and Hare, who themselves murered 16 men in order to sell their bodies for dissection. After his execution, Burke’s skin was used to bound a pocket-sized book.

 

 

 

 

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Art

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Andrew Krasnow’s instillation “Of the Flesh” (1992/1999)

Andrew used some of his own skin, aswell as legally donated skin. The “Walrus” piece is created from human skin, leather, and tusks made form animals bones.

 

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“Angel”


Sun Yung and Peng Yu’s “Angel”

Ive had a deep fascination with silicon statues and sculptures that mimic the human skin uncannily. Sun Yuan and Peng Yu have multiple different sculptures and installations like this, although “Angel” is the one I revere the most.

 

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A Collection of My Favorite Medical skin illustrations

“The Flayed Angel” by Jaques-Fabien

Color Mezzotint, published in his Essai d’anatomic en tableaux imprimés


From the Tablulae Sceleti et muscolorum-

Pictures from Hanaoke’s Seishu’s Kishitsu

Flayed Figures and Echorches

I also will not go too deep into the subject of flayed figures and echorches as I plan to do a in depth post dedicated to this subject as well.


(right) Giulio Bonasone’s illustration

Anatomies de la tete


De formato foetu liber singularus

Max Brödel

 

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Books and Movies

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Movies to watch this Halloween that will make you ache and become squeamishily conscious of your skin.

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Under The Skin (2014) Directed by Johnathan Glazer


Scene from Under The Skin (2014)

 

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David Cronenberg Skin Collection

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Society(1989)


The Fly (1986)


Videodrome (1983)

watched this movie with my mom. lol. I love Debby Harry and this super sick anatomically attentive sick SFX concept/art design Cronenberg designed. The meticulous detail of the gun/mechanics fused into Max’s flesh.

 

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Clive Barker Skin Collection

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Frank Cotton’s skin Deconstructed in Hellraiser 1


Hellraiser Trading card


Behind the scene photos of the cenobites from Hellraiser Inferno

 

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Martyrs(2008) Directed by Pascal Laugier

Martyrs was partly inspired or influenced by the medieval depiction of female martyrs and the reoccurring themes of suffering woman in religious art. The first part of the movie the emotion skin evokes: How the intensity of sensations completely transmutes our self-worth.

 

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Tetsuo: The Iron Man(1989) directed by Shinya Tsukamoto

Emotions skin evokes: The dehumanization of the self through tangibility. Powerlessness of what our skin can endure.

I have a tattoo of this movie poster on my thigh, if that tells you how much I love this movie. I watched it on shrooms the night before getting the tattoo and that was one of the most ingenious shroom trip movie viewings I’ve had. anyways, this hyperactive Japanese flick with its cacophonous soundtrack clanging beneath the gnarly transformation of a Japanese business man’s terrible day. Perhaps one of my favorite body horror movies depicting the dehumanization of flesh through a powerless transformation, its like transformers, if the transformer was painfully aware of the grinding gears embedded in their muscles, or the agony of circuits fusing into their nerves.

I dont know how to explain it, as im sure most concepts and dreams we created in childhood seem so vaugly detached now, but ive always had this discomfort of human skin fusing with things inhuman. Or even animal’s skin. I remember having a dream of a dog with one of those styrofoam meat trays they put pork in at grocery stores fused into his nozzle, and it was a weird dream I still vaguely tether some idea of, like there was this very stark swamp, and something very slavic redolent to a curse inflicted by Baba Yaga.Tone: manic, hyperactive, industrial

 

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MAY (2000) Directed by Lucky Magee

Emotions skin evokes: Shame, weirdness, isolation, obsession.
May is a deeply lonely and sick woman with an interest in insentient things. When May falls in love with a man attracted to her strangeness it becomes an obsession that slowly grows grim. You want a movie to make you feel as if your an alien awkwardly trying to blend into human skin? This ones for you.

 

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“Grid Dicing Skin Scene” from The Cube (1997)

 

C.m Köseman’s science fiction novel “All Tomorrows.”


Illustrations of the Colonials from C.m Köseman’s science fiction novel All Tomorrows

All though I have yet to read this book, it has been on my list of science fiction novels to engorge since a friend in the mental hospital explained the premise. A post-meth addicted nerd with the demeanor and vigor of a 20 yr old yet the intelligence of the 30 yr old who experienced some tough shit and now has three kids, which are always the best. Anyways, what really stuck out to me were his description of the colonials. Set in a dystopian future, were the human race has become a colony called “the star people” in battle with an alien race called the Qu. The colonials were a post-human class created from the Qu. They have it worse of all the humans, as they are immobilized cubes of human flesh who serve as the Qu’s waste disposal. Oh they are sentient btw.

Dennis Coopers Frisk perfectly demonstrates ones desire to infiltrate another body and control the flesh as if it was a machine.

 

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Music that makes me think of skin

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Swans-I was a prisoner in your skull


SD Laika- That’s Harakiri

This album evokes what I imagine Tetsuro’s mind sounds like as his brain becomes fused with nails and grinding gears.


Hamburger Lady-Throbbing Gristle


Flesh is the law-Genitorturure

Empowerment of the flesh through humiliation and sensation.


Flowers of Flesh and Blood- Nicole Dollanganger

The hatred an adolescent girl feels at her own beautiful skin when the filthy hands corrupt them. The desire to inflict this shame, humiliation, and hatred onto the body who corrupted it.


Nine Inch Nails- Downward Spiral


Linea Apera Mycellium

This song to me evokes the trepidatious nerves beneath our skin that restrain us from the whole truth, the hopelessness we feel rom the limits of our oral muscles. How it severed the truth within our mind, and hinders our body’s complete communication.

“Could have slipped into the muscle of the deep machine and found you the love you expected from me…I could’ve shown you everything…

– Mycellium Linea Aspera


Boy Harsher Lesser Man

This entire album is embedded beneath skin after a cold hook-up. The last callous cloud of breath before a wordless departure. It’s sensual, emotionally vulnurable with how much the soul aches from the pain of human fragility and abandonment.


Zanias Follow The Body

Flesh Paradox OBscur

 

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Gallery of Human Skin

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Silent Hill


Human skin portrait from Silent hill

Lying Figure from Silent hill 2. According to the fan wiki Creature Designer Masahiro Ito was inspired by BDSM fashion for this character.


Facehuggers from Alien

Heidi Klum’s weird costumes

 

The End!

 

ཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎ ཋྀཐི ྐ❤︎

SOURCES

Vampire Sources

Library Book I used for studying Vampire communities, etc.

Vampires Today: The Truth About Modern Vampirism, Laycock, Joseph https://archive.org/details/vampirestodaytru0000layc

Temple Of the Vampire page
http://templeofthevampire.com

Order Of the Vampyre Page
https://www.xeper.org/ovampyre

Vampire Rave resource and directory
https://www.vampirerave.com

A girl walks home alone at midnight quote
https://www.dreadcentral.com/news/50233/first-wave-of-sundance-2014-films-announced-see-the-horror-highlights-here/ qoute

Rod Ferrel and Richard Chase
https://research.library.kutztown.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1009&context=dracula-studies

https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/january-27/the-so-called-dracula-killer

Endless Dismal Moan
https://www.metal-archives.com/bands/Endless_Dismal_Moan/34434

 

SKIN SOURCES

(Anthropadermic bibliopegy)

https://ask.library.harvard.edu/faq/82429 (Harvard University)

https://www.holdinghistory.org/post/bodies-of-books-and-books-of-bodies-anthropodermic-bibliopegy

https://sites.udel.edu/anomalousbooks/books-human-skin

https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/hans-holbeins-dance-of-death-1523-5

http://www.bibliopathologist.com/blog/skin-in-the-game

http://www.thehistoryblog.com/archives/30815

https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/31-days-of-halloween-dance-of-death

 

Medical illustrations

Historical Anatomies On the Web-https://www.nlm.nih.gov/exhibition/historicalanatomies/home.html

Book: Anatomica: The exquisite and Unsettling art of Human Anatomy, Ebenstein Joanna,

 

(BLOOD SOURCES)

Hemolacria

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK539774

 

ART

Andrew Krasnow
https://dangerousminds.net/art/how-andrew-krasnow-makes-art-from-flesh

Sun Yuan and Peng Yu
http://www.sunyuanpengyu.com

https://artrkl.com/blogs/news/sun-yuan-and-peng-yu

Marina Abramović Balkan Baroque
https://www.christies.com/en/lot/lot-6097476

 

Blood

Felix Gonzalez-Torres
https://lesoeuvres.pinaultcollection.com/en/artwork/untitled-blood

Clive Barker
https://www.ign.com/articles/hellraiser-revival-preview-horror-action-resident-evil-pt

 

 

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p.s. Hey. This weekend the writer, artist, bon vivant, distinguished local and so much more aka Darbz has created a giant way for you to celebrate Halloween from the privacy of your laptops and phones. The glories therein are self-evident, so please indulge yourselves sans reservations and, if you have a minute, give a comment or thanks or something to your intrepid, generous guest-host. Thank you from the spooky bottoms of my heart and head, Darbz! ** Adem Berbic, Hey. My novels ‘The Sluts’ and ‘Frisk’ get pulled into the horror category quite a lot, which I guess speaks to horror’s multiplicity? Instructive in the second sense you presented. The Blecher is a helluva book. Good decision. On the continent? Phantasialand and Europa Park, both in Germany, spring to mind. ** jay, Hey, jay! Paris is rainy and coldish and may or may not erupt in massive protests today. We’ll see very shortly. Congrats on getting the huge document documented. ‘Dr. Faustus’ the Thomas Mann novel or the Christopher Marlow play? I’m guessing the former. If so, I totally agree. Mann’s so great when he’s great. ‘Magic Mountain’ is amazing too. Enjoy your involvement. Things are okay here. Any Halloween plans or hopes? ** _Black_Acrylic, That’s my guess, partly because the placards look a little visually dodgy and mostly because I feel like if that was real, I’d be seeing it all over the place, and that’s the only time I’ve come across it. ** adrian, Hi, adrian, great to see you! I’m mostly deprived of Halloween in the real world this year, so the blog is trying to compensate if not over-compensate. No, we’re not going to Milan screening. I wish. I can suggest reading the novel in the spotlight post yesterday. Otherwise, I did a post about 5 books I read recently and loved several days ago, so one of those maybe? Presto re: your day and immediate future too. ** Carsten, Blecher is a real find. Luckily for you my blog doesn’t embrace Christmas with the fervor that it does Halloween, but there will be some Xmas-y posts, so prepare yourself accordingly, My weekend’s shape will be determined by the strength and effect of the protests starting today. I’m about to run out and grab my cigs and food the weekend hoping to beat the possible battling and blockades. Congrats on the great blurb! ** Jeff J, Hi. It is a real find. It’s pretty great. He’s quite interesting in general. Cool about the post, thank you! I’ll go find the email and set it up and let you know. Really thanks, Jeff. Russell’s BBC work … I don’t think so, or I’m blanking. I’ll find what I can find. The new film: Our producer is approaching possible investors. We’re finalising the budget. Big meeting just after Halloween to get a progress report and start taking about casting and locations. Things look very good but, after the utter hell last time, I’m nervous about getting too optimistic. Have the finest weekend humanly possible. ** scunnard, Like I said above, protests start again today, and how ferocious they are or not will determine Paris’s current state. Sure, a conversation with Kier would be great. I haven’t talked with him in far, far too long. Let’s figure it out when the time is appropriate. Thanks for wanting. ** HaRpEr //, Blecher is great. I’m surprised he’s so obscure, or maybe not surprised at all, I guess. Russell’s films are definitely a great pleasure to have in existence even when they don’t quite work. I remember really liking one of his most obscure or hardly ever mentioned films ‘Savage Messiah’, but I haven’t seen it since it was released, so I’m not sure. ** laura w, When I was living in LA, I loved the Dodgers. I like baseball a lot, although I don’t follow it anymore since France has sub-zero interest in it. I’d be pleased if the Dodgers were still in the running, but I’m just as pleased that all that’s left are the underdog teams. Wow, after your report, I will make sure to never ever go to a ‘Rocky Horror’ screening. Yikes! ** Darbz on da’ ‘top, It’s the dude of the hour or rather of the 48+ hours! Thank you again so very much, pal! Sautée maker, ooh, big talent there. Yes, cold sesame noodle is the answer to taste buds’ prayers. Well, fuck the reality that doesn’t allow teleportation then. Take your teacher’s praise completely to heart. When I was in college and my two poetry teachers praised my terrible, early poetry, that was literally a big reason why I kept writing. Sad about the no home haunts, but, hey, I’m in the god damned boat, and we will survive. ** Uday, Is that possibly why? I don’t understand code and programming and so on at all, so I’ll just accept your informed speculation. Blecher had a lot of strengths, but the lack Breton’s control is certainly among them. ** Right. Have a very Halloween-y weekend courtesy of Darbz, and I’ll see you back here on Monday.

Spotlight on … Max Blecher Occurrence in the Immediate Unreality (1938)

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‘Max Blecher’s meteoric life was one prolonged surreal adventure. He was a Jewish Romanian writer and poet of unusual talent and vision, whose literary legacy remains invaluable. His life and creativity time was very short, less then a decade. He had correspondence, among many others, with André Breton, André Gide and Martin Heidegger. He was praised by Eugene Ionesco, Mihail Sebastian, Geo Bogza and Sasha Pana, many of them comparing his prose to Franz Kafka, Bruno Schultz, Robert Walser or Thomas Mann, but his work fell into bleak obscurity during Romania’s communist regime.

‘Blecher was diagnosed with spinal tuberculosis at the age of nineteen and spent the remaining ten years of his life mostly bedridden and practically immobile in a sanatorium in France, in a mummy like sarcophagus of plaster. But actually his imagination ran wild and Blecher often fantasized having sex, even if incased in plaster casts as if doing something impossible and forbidden. His narratives usually verge on romantic-memorialism but transcend into surrealism, almost accidentally.

‘In spite of his illness, Blecher continued to write, and during his lifetime published a volume of poetry and two novels, along with a number of short prose pieces, articles and translations. He published only three books: Transparent Body (poetry, 1934), and two novels, Scarred Hearts (1936) and Occurrence in the Immediate Unreality (1937). His writings received much critical acclaim when they were first published in Andre Breton’s literary review Le Surréalisme au service de la revolution.

‘His death at the age of 29, (31 May 1938) in Roman, Romania was a “non-event”, unworthy of an obit or a short notice in a local paper. Since the fall of the communism in 1989, Blecher’s stature and renown as an author have grown steadily with the publication of new editions and collections of his writings, in new critical studies in Romania and outside Romania, such as translations in German, English, and Spanish.’ — Valery Oisteanu, Big City Lit

 

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Further

Max Blecher @ Wikipedia
Max Blecher Website (in Romanian)
‘Reading Max Blecher’ @ Some Blind Alleys
‘Max Blecher: The Harlequin versus the Nothingness’
Max Blecher @ Goodreads
Clive Sinclair on MB’s ‘Scarred Hearts’
‘Tribute to Max Blecher’ @ VETIVER
Buy ‘OinIU’

 

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Media


The house of Max Blecher


Miriam Rasch bespreekt Avonturen in de alledaagse onwerkelijkheid van Max Blecher


Translator’s Day – Max Blecher’s “Collected Works”

 

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The Immediate Unreality

by Alistair Ian Blyth

 

In childhood, Max Blecher suffered “crises” or “attacks” of unreality, in which he experienced rupture both from the outer world of objects, and from the inner world of the self. These crises, narrated in Occurrences in the Immediate Unreality, might also be likened to the haunting moments of Stimmung evoked by Giorgio de Chirico in his pittura metafisica, as well as in his oneiric novel Hebdomeros (1929), moments during which inward disquietude is experienced as outward atmosphere, submerging the world in ineffable strangeness and enigma. In psychopathology, this is the eerie atmosphere of heightened but empty significance also experienced by sufferers of dementia praecox during the so-called ‘aura’ that precedes complete rupture with reality. Psychiatrist and neurologist Klaus Conrad referred to such states of exalted dread as the “Trema”, employing a piece of German theatrical slang for stage fright. In this respect it is notable that many of de Chirico’s paintings depict the vertiginously tilted boards of theatre stages. Likewise, as we shall see below, Blecher’s occurrences in the immediate unreality are also pervaded by a menacing sense of theatricality.

During the state of Stimmung, external phenomena are thus imbued with a sense of intense but ineffable significance, which hovers tantalisingly beyond reach. Like de Chirico, who saw the world as a “vast museum of strangeness”, Blecher too locates his crises out there in the world; they are intrinsic to various places, “sickly spaces”, which thereby become menacing “invisible traps”. These crises, which Blecher defines as the “profound sentiment of the world’s pointlessness”, are thus precisely the anti-epiphany or empty transcendence of Modernism: an anxious, heightened sense of meaningfulness, but one devoid of cognisable content, like the “Anwandlungen eines Fast-Nichts” (fits or attacks of an Almost-Nothing) described by Hugo von Hofmannsthal in Die Briefe des Zurückgekehrten (Letters of Those Who Returned) (1901). Like the cast of the inner ear whose image obsesses Blecher, people and things are nothing more than the negative image of an immanent emptiness.

Although in time Blecher’s crises as such abate, they leave behind them the same “crepuscular state” that used to presage them. As in de Chirico’s cluttered paintings of his later metaphysical period, Blecher then discovers in heteroclite, seemingly insignificant objects an “essential nostalgia for the world’s pointlessness”. Such states, which oscillate between melancholy and exaltation, are also closely intertwined with the ambiguous, confusing, even dream-like, experiences of his sexual awakening as an adolescent. He experiences occurrences as disturbingly artificial and theatrical, while other people are like automatons or mannequins, oblivious that “the certitude in which we live is separated by a very fine pellicle from the world of uncertainties”. The world itself becomes an eerie stage set, and many episodes in the novel occur in settings of inherent theatrical artificiality, such as the cinema, a waxworks exhibition, or the prop-cluttered basement beneath the stage of a theatre, where Blecher finds refuge and which thus becomes a symbol of the tiers of conscious and unconscious mind. Blecher himself dreams of being an inanimate waxwork, or else he is haunted by his own photograph, which he chances to see mysteriously displayed in the booth of a travelling fairground photographer and which then takes on a life of its own, threatening to subsume his own existence. In one of the most remarkable episodes in the book, Blecher attempts to escape from the agony of his exacerbated awareness (the “Bewußstseinswelt”, as it is called by Gottfried Benn, who similarly yearns to escape the pain of consciousness by regressing to the condition of mindless protoplasm) by descending to the ontological level of amorphous, primal mud.

 

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Book

Max Blecher Occurrence in the Immediate Unreality
New Directions

‘This autobiographical fiction offers an intimate and unsettling account of Blecher’s ideas of self-identity and the body. He explores the ‘crisis of unreality’ in relation to the human condition and shares his adolescent experiences of physical infirmity, social isolation and sexual awakening.

‘A poet and prose-writer, Blecher offers a harrowing account of the ‘bizarre adventure of being a man’ drawing upon his experience of being diagnosed with tuberculosis of the spine in 1928. He was treated in various sanatoria in France, Switzerland and Romania where he spent much of his time corresponding with Geo Bogza, Mihail Sebastian, André Breton, André Gide, Martin Heidegger and Ilarie Voronca, and sporadically collaborated with Le Surréalisme au service de la révolution and Les Feuillets inutiles.

‘What makes Max Blecher akin to Kafka, Bruno Schulz or Robert Walser is above all the faculty of inhabiting misfortune… Things emerge from their neutrality and besiege him, seeking to fascinate or terrorise him. ‘ — ND

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Excerpt

“I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire.” — P. B. Shelley

When I glance for a long time at a precise point on the wall, I sometimes forget who and where I am. At that particular moment my identity vanishes, and I feel, for a second, no more, like a totally different person. This abstract character and my real self are fighting for my awareness with equal forces.

But very soon after my identity recomposes itself, like in those stereoscopic views in which sometimes the two images are being separated by mistake and the operator reunites them, offering, all of a sudden, to the viewer’s eye, an illusive relief. My room appears in those instants of a freshness never before existent. It regains its precedent consistency and the objects flow wisely into their places, just like a clod of soil thrown into a glass of water lays to its bottom in layers of different elements, well defined and of various colors. The room’s elements stratify in their own contour and in the coloring of the old memory I have of them.

This feeling of remoteness and loneliness during the instants when my daily being is dissolved into inconsistency is tremendously different from any other physical sensation. When it lasts longer, it converts into the pure terror that I might never again regain myself, and an insecure silhouette lingers in my brain, surrounded by a strong and profound, almost tactile light, as certain distant objects seen in the fog.

The terrible question “Who am I?” lives by its own in me, like a totally new entity, a mere excrescence from my body, made out of new and totally unknown skin and bones andorgans. Its solution is being asked for by a sort of clearness, more profound and more essential than that of the brain’s. Everything capable of motion in me begins to stir, to move, to struggle, to revolt, more strongly and elementary than in my daily life. Everything begs for a rapid solution. I sometimes rediscover the chamber as it usually is and as I know it, just as if I simply closed and opened my eyes; and every time the space is clearer, just like a certain landscape appears through the field glass, better and better organized, while, setting the distances, one’s eye sails through all the veils of intermediary images.

I finally recognize myself and my room, and I feel a slight feeling of drunkenness. The chamber is unexpectedly condensed in its inner matter, and I’m implacably back to the tactile surface of things: the deepest the wave of obscure misunderstanding, the highest its peak; now I have the clear certitude that every object must occupy its inherent place in the universe and that I must be the one I truly am.

Thus my awkward struggle in the midst of uncertainty has lost all its denominations, it becomes just an untainted regret that I had found nothing in the depths of my efforts. I am only surprised by the fact that such a complete lack of meaning could ever have been attached so profoundly to my intimate matter. Now that I found myself and I try to express my feelings, these appear to me like totally impersonal, simple exaggerations of my identity, grown up like a cancer from their own substance. Like a jelly fish’s tentacle, stretched immeasurably, having desperately explored the waves’ entrails before returning safely under the gelatinous sucker, I traversed all the certainties and uncertainties of my existence, in order to come back, irrevocably and painfully, under the opaque shell of my solitude, which all of a sudden becomes infinitely pure and pathetic …

The feeling of remoteness of the world is clear, and more intimate: a lucid and tender melancholy, like a dream which comes back into one’s mind in the midst of the dark night.

Only this melancholy reminds me something of the mystery and the slightly distressing charm of my childhood crises.

Only in this sudden vanishing of my identity can I revive the past fallings into cursed spaces, and only in the seconds of immediate lucidity that follow the return to the surface does the world appear to me in the light of its unusual inutility and desuetude, which grew around me when my hallucinatory trances had overthrown me.

My crises were always provoked in the very same places, a street, the house, some garden. Every time I was overrunning their borders, I was overwhelmed by a state of swoon and dizziness. Invisible traps placed at random through the town, differing in nothing from the surrounding atmosphere, they were ferociously waiting for me to fall a prey to their special substance. A step, one single step was enough to enter deep in one of these cursed spaces, and the crisis was inevitable.

One such place was in the town’s central park, in a small clearing at the end of an alley, where nobody was ever walking. The ring of bushes and wild roses and dwarfish acacias surrounding it opened tightly towards the desolating landscape of an empty field. In the whole world there was definitely no other place so sad and so deserted. Silence was setting down, opaque and condensed, on the dusty leaves, in the summer’s musty heat. From time to time one could hear the echoes of the trumpets from distant regiments. Infinitely poignant were those long callings from the desert… Far away, the air heated by the sun was trembling, vaporous like the transparent steam flowing above the boiling water.

The place was wild and isolated, of an endless loneliness. There, the day’s heat wasinfinitely more tiresome, and the air heavier by a long way. The yellowish dusty bushes were burning in the sun, in a scenery of an absolute seclusion. A bizarre feeling of uselessness was flowing above the clearing, which was living its own outlandish existence somewhere in the world, where I had come without any purpose or reason, in a certain summer afternoon, useless as well, an afternoon chaotically lost in the warmth, anchored through the bushes in the tangential space. At that particular moment I was feeling, profoundly and painfully, that I didn’t belong to this world, that I had nothing to do in it but wander through lost parks, through their dusty, heated clearings, deserted and wild, wild and deserted. And this wandering was finally breaking my heart to pieces.

Another cursed place was at the other side of the town, between the high and hollow shores of the river in which I was bathing with my playmates.

The shore was sunken on a side. Up on the bank there was a sunflower-oil factory. The seeds’ hulls were thrown between the edges of the sunken shore, and in time the pile raised gradually, until it became a long slope of dry hulls, uniting the bottom of the coast to the bank of the water. My playmates were descending towards the water on this slope, carefully, holing their hands, stepping deep into the carpet of rotten vegetable fabric.

The walls of the high shore, on the two sides of the slope, were abrupt and fantastically irregular. The rain had sculptured long stripes of delicate fissures and intricate arabesques, but hideous like the badly scared wounds, true rags into the mud’s wet flesh, horrible and unwrapped cuts.

I had to descend as well amidst these walls which impressed me tremendously, towards the river. When I was still far away, long before getting to the shore, my nostrils were filled by the smell of the rotten hulls, which was preparing me for the crisis, as a short period of incubation: this smell was unpleasant, and, at the same time, sophisticatedly suave.

Yes, my crises were all like this …
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p.s. Hey. ** Ilán Valdés, Hi. Thanks. The state you’re in sounds good to me. Scattered is maybe the ideal beginning? ** darbz on school laptop still, Hi! Cool, glad it struck home. I’m a roughly 6 am waker upper too. Mornings rule. Watching things light up is more exciting than watching them grow dark or something. As someone who works a lot, I’m way okay with solitude. Outsider folk music … I’d have to think. I love the folkier early Sebadoh and Sentridoh stuff. I’m sure there’s lots. I do like Judee Sill. Nick Drake was George Miles’s godhead as you probably know. Fiona Apple and Jeff Buckley have never gotten to me. No, I’m stuck in Paris and London for Halloween. It’s very sad. Hit a home haunt! Hit many! I guess I don’t need to tell you that you’ll be ruling this place tomorrow. ** Bill, Thanks, and, yeah, kind of memorable. Oops, I should’ve rechecked those links. Still tied down there? It’s been a while. Man, I hope you can ease off or back or whatever soon. So sorry and lots of luck and strength. ** HaRpEr //, Thanks, pal. Cronenberg is very hit and miss for me too. Mostly miss, if I think about it. My tops are all early or early-ish ones: ‘Videodrome’, ‘Dead Ringers’ most of the first horror ones, maybe ‘The Fly’, I can’t remember. His ‘Naked Lunch’ is totally dreadful. When Oliver Reed is explosive, he’s lots of fun. speaking of, I hope the new, long ‘The Devils’ opens here. Surely. ** _Black_Acrylic, Haha, that clip is very funny. I don’t think it’s real though, is it? It has AI presence. But still. ** Carsten, Hi. I like Christmas. I’ve developed a cherry picking relationship to it. The decorations, the Buches, the giddy gift-opening kiddos, etc. Instagram is definitely the best platform to promote stuff, it seems to me after having been there a while. Also the best place to discover interesting people and art stuff. I don’t think one needs constant engagement there, no. I do only because I announce the blog posts there every day, but lots of people there are sporadic. I say join and just see where that leads you. New film: Everything looks good. We’re Zooming with our producer to see where things stand and start moving forward just after Halloween. ** Adem Berbic, Writing seems less like a tightrope the more you do it and the more it becomes second nature. I was always certain about ‘God Jr.’. It just took me a while to negotiate the realisation that people had presumptions about what I do and don’t do. It took a while for that to become instructive. I was writing ‘The Sluts’ at the same time, so I just worked on that solely for about a year while I figured things out. The new After8 is on Rue du Faubourg St. Martin. Pretty close by. Very close to Re:Voir, if you know that. It’s somewhat larger though still not large, and it seems like nothing but a big plus. ** laura w, Even less days out now. Yikes. I hope ‘Rocky Horror’ is fun of some variety. Yes, the NFL is here. I have a lifelong ugh about American football. My parents took me to a game once as a kid, and the boredom I felt has lingered ever after. I love that the French have had zero interest American football, and I hope that doesn’t change. For their sake and mine. Sorry, not my thing. Yes, I saw that about Catapult, that’s terrible news. Especially re: Soft Skull who publish a lot of writers I like: Lynne Tillman, Richard Cheim, Juliet Escoria and many others. They published a book by me in their early days. I hope it finds a way to survive. Terrible. Swans conquer yet another innocent soul. Victoire! ** Okay. Today I’ve spotlight a brilliant novel that I don’t think is as known and read as it certainly should be, so I thought I would do my little part. See you tomorrow.

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