More Ouija, Woncha?

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[ Rebecca Caldwell's ‘Witchmobile’ ]

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[ Ouija Board Beaded Necklace : Gilliauna ]

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Dario Robleto :
Hippies And A Ouija Board (Everyone Needs To Cling To Something), 2003-2004

Suitcase: Cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, microcrystalline cellulose, cold cast iron and brass, rust, antique syringe, crushed velvet, leather, thread, water extendable resin, typeset Bottles, medicines, and Ouija board: cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, typeset, home-brewed moonshine (potato derived alcohol), wine health tonics (water, sugar, fermented black cherries, yeast, gelatin, tartaric acid, pectinase, sulfur dioxide, oak flavoring, fortified with 100-year-old hemlock oil, Devil’s Claw, witch hazel bark, swamp root, powdered rhubarb, pleurisy root, belladonna root, white pine tar, coal tar, dandelion, sarsaparilla, mandrake, mullein, scullcap, cramp bark, elder, ginseng, horny goat weed, tansy, sugar of lead, mercury with chalk and tin-oxide; calcium potassium, creatine, zinc, iron, nickel, copper, boron, vitamin k, crushed amino acids, home-cultured antibiotics, chromium, magnesium, colostrum, ironized yeast, ground pituitary gland, ground wisdom teeth, ground sea horse, shark cartilage, coral calcium, iodine & castor oil) Records: various 1960′s 45 rpm records cast in prehistoric whale bone dust, typeset, 42 x 23 x 19 inches

Collection of the Jack S. Blanton Museum of Art

University of Texas : Austin, Texas

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Oui, Ouija

“ Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I have got to say
‘Hello’ to an old friend

Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board
Would you work for me?
I have got to get through
To a good friend

Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it

Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board
Would you help me?
Because I still do feel
So horribly lonely

Would you, Ouija Board
Would you, Ouija Board
Would you help me?
And I just can’t find
My place in this world

Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it

Oh hear my voice
(Hear my voice)
Oh hear my voice
(Hear my voice)

Hear my voice
(Hear my voice, my voice)
Hear my voice
(Voice)
Table is rumbling

The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No I was not pushing that time, it spells
S T E V E N

The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
No I was not pushing that time
P U S H O double F

Well she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors on it ”

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A D D I T I O N A L    R E S O U R C E S

“Ouija Board, Ouija Board” : Music Video

True To You — A Morrissey ‘Zine

Official Website of  William Fuld , Creator of the Ouija Board

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Goth Done Right [ via Steven Meisel ]

“Here, its drama is spellbinding,
& its darkness is palpable…”

Gemma Ward † Caroline Trentini † Iselin Steiro † Lily Donaldson † Agyness Deyn † Sasha Pivovarova

A moment worth re-visiting, from the “In My Tribe” editorial
Fashion Rocks Magazine , 2007

[ VIEW FULL SIZE ]

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One Post, Two Editorials, Three Dark Beauties…& You

Excerpts from “The Emperor’s Black Rose” by Gilles Et Dada

ENEMIES TURN TO LOVERS

LOVE ONES BECOME EXCUSES

DISTANCES SEEM LIKE REASONS

AND SNAKES CHANGE THEIR MASK FOR THE HUNTING SEASON

INTERPRETATIONS ARE MY NEW NIGHTMARE

STILL YOUR IMAGINATION MAKES ME MORE THAN JUST A MAN

I WON’T STOP, AND I WILL SAY IT ONCE AGAIN

FOR AS LONG AS YOU GIVE ME YOUR DREAMS

I WILL CONTINUE FILLING THE BLANKS

— Federico Cabrera

[ Initial Discovery via Fucking Young! ]

Photography & Post: Federico Cabrera

Styling: Jasmin Mishima

Hair & Make-Up: Marii Sadrak

Models: Anette M. & Eetu at Paparazzi

Assistance: Emma Hedenborg & Udi

& Next :

“Human Terror,” Featuring Mateusz—a.k.a. Matthew Budziak

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Because We Ain’t Simple And Love Ain’t Simple

TWO FREAKS IN A MEAN GOD’S SWEATY FIST

next morning over grits and aspirin
i remembered          jack oh shit honey
i can’t believe i fuckin did that
convulsive recall cut through whiskey obscurity
like the knife
my knife in my hand and jack grinnin it off       just us
friday night drunk again except i was pitbull furied
about a blank spot
i was holdin’ up steel to my lover
i was serious
what do you mean he asked me at the table
so i had to say before god and my coffee
i threatened to cut you last night didn’t i man
more sorries and panicky lovetalk started runnin out of me
until the grin came back        he said oh
that’s right    i’d forgotten all about it      he held that little smile
so long i wanted to scream motherfucker but  i started cryin
instead
he’d been as loaded as me        didn’t know what issue
brought together me and him and the knife and something mad
enough to shank eight years of us
somethin that backed down when he just said
you know sparrow if i felt like it
i could get really pissed of about this            the movie stopped
there for both of us
he was holdin me while i came apart again
me and him know each other clear
to the marrowbones and black mirrors by now
me and him go on anyway
eight years or twenty thousand
sparrow and jack is the road we’re goin down
without a simple love poem in sight
because we ain’t simple and
love ain’t simple
love has vicious motherfucker midnights curled up waitin in it
like when we were naked makin war words
about how if
ordinary common people are shit and i hate everyone
i must hate him too
right then i did but he was the one
who said i hate you first and got up to leave
i gave him my back like the finger      told him thanks
for tellin me one piece of truth tonight anyway
and i would have said more but he kicked me off the bed
before i could and if love was somethin simple
it would have busted like a wine bottle right there
it took us two days to cry about it together
but that man has hands that make me forget sometimes
how much i hate my body
that man can keep tellin’ me after the first thousand
times i told him that was a
goddamn lie
that man is as smart as me and too weird to ever be boring
with his head full of politics and priestcraft and philosophical
terrors
he can tell me about because i’ve got em too
me and him know each other all right
it’s our damnation to
it’s our damnation to know that hate walks beside love
like a shadow that has teeth
it’s our damnation each to live in the other’s
valley of flames
because our demons are crazy drunk
on love for each other
the same way we are
two freaks in a mean god’s sweaty fist
it’s our damnation practiced to perfection
we’ve done it for years
we’ve done it for lifetimes and some of ‘em ended like this
could have
but we keep comin’ back
we’ve got stuff that ruins us for anyone else
we need each other’s weirdness and rage like dope
it ain’t simple           it’s got thorns
it’s got roots that wrap around bones and boulders
all the way to the heart of the earth
sparrow and jack is the road we’re goin’ down
together in this poem
this car with the back seat full of monsters
that were always driving drunk
the hit of murder keeps us awake for the ride
sparrow and jack it the road that starts and ends
in the worlds we have where the other one is the only man alive
and those are worlds
big enough for all the pain we throw around
because we’re men and we can’t help it
all we can do is wrap our arms around love
even and especially when it smells like shit and looks like
the black sponge soaked in blood at
the center of trust’s shattered bones
and around each other after the storms die down

—Sparrow 13 Laughingwand

from Hell Soup: The Collected Writings [ Manic D ]

*Please note: some line breaks “auto-corrected” by WordPress.
[ Apologies, Apologies ]

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An Incendiary Matter [The Creative Spirit Is Contagious]

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Greetings, Beloved Darklings, Queerios, Style Fiends
& Ne’er-Do-Wells…

As the sun begins its descent here in this Babylon-on-the-Pacific
commonly known as Los Angeles,
I propose a ‘Theme for The Evening’

[ to do with as you will—or conversely, as you won't,
if that's the case ]

Inspired by this GIF-tastic little gem I’ve reblogged,
courtesy of the kind folks at Three Frames—
[ attribution hereby duly noted, please.&.thanks ]

The motif proposed is that of

ᐞ△ᐞ · f i r e  · ᐞ△ᐞ

Represented by a certain symbol
with ancient ties to the practice of alchemy,

Fire is Elemental.

“The energy of Life manifests in two forms, Fire & Air. While both are predominately active in nature, fire is the more active of the two, with Air being slightly passive because of the partial Water Element in its makeup. Potential Matter manifests its energy as Water & Earth.”

“The Alchemical Sulphur, or Soul, of a thing predominates in the animating principles of energy (Fire) & intelligence (Air); Alchemical Salt, or the physical body of a thing, predominates in unconscious forces, psychic, & instinctual intelligence (Water) & solid matter (Earth); Alchemical Mercury, or general life force, predominates in intelligence (Air) & instinctual forces, & psychic energy (Water), as such it is the link, or bridge, between the higher forces of Sulphur & the lower body of matter.”
[ source ]

Nevertheless, my intent behind this post is not to point you in a single direction,
But rather propose a topic to set one’s rhetorical embers ablaze, so to speak…

SΔID ·  ΔNOTHER  ·  WΔY :

What role does fire play in your life?

Is it astrological?
[ Aries, 8th of April, in my case ]

Psychological?
[ Something you fear/something that incites desire, or is erotically-charged? ]

Or, better still:
Upon seeing or hearing the word,
Are there connotations that have little or nothing to do with what I’ve mentioned?

[ "Firestarter (3)" by Elizaveta Porodina ]

Whatever medium[s] of communication you might choose—words of your own, or that of another;
photography, [ ditto, self-created or reference points of inspiration ]; technology
[ case in point: the animated .GIF ]; paint pencil canvas paper spray paint graffiti
billboards buildings a keyboard the cello lit candles incantations magic mayhem…

However, by whichever/whatever means you might choose,
I look forward to seeing not just how you respond to ‘me,’ but rather
something infinitely greater: the universal dialogue of creative expression, &
the means by which it connects us, asserts our relevance
at a specific moment in time

within/among/& along the infinite umbilical cord that connects humanity,
the splendor of nature, & the universe.

Please Note: Seeking Attribution for Photographs &/or .GIFs Without Credits Listed
[ "Unsourced" posts discovered via ImageShack, Imgur, et al ]
— Thanks! —

[ "The Dispossessed" by Bansidhe ]

[ "Hell" by *Rog* ]

[ "Fimmvörðuháls 3" by Rüdiger Þór ]

[ source : Three Frames on tumblr ]

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