Archive for Zdzislaw Beksinski

Posted in Poetry at large with tags , , , , , , , , , , on October 29, 2011 by Mj Rains

The Hag by Robert Herrick

The Hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne’r so foule be the weather.

A Thorn or a Burr
She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
Through Brakes and through Bryars,
O’re Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.

No Beast, for his food,
Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
While mischiefs, by these,
On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,

The storme will arise,
And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost from the Tomb
Affrighted shall come,
Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.


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Art for Creeps Sake by Zdzislaw Beksinski

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2011 by Mj Rains

Zkzislaw Beksinski

The moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places. ~Mary Shelley

He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please. -Bram Stoker

Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud. ~Sophocles

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