WunderKammer さんのイラストまとめ

"So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk" (Baudelaire)

🎨 H. Privat-Livemont (1896)

#wyrdwednesday #ofdarkandmacabre

“… some watery hell, where the air grew stagnant, and no sound disturbed the slumbers of the kraken.” (Poe)

#FairyTaleTuesday #bookchatweekly #ofdarkandmacabre

A charmingly written contemporary American article about the sea-serpent sighting, including the good captain's report to the British admiralty, can be found here:

https://t.co/TWNnXYylHR

"The flesh is sad, alas! – and I’ve read all the books.
Let’s go! Far off. Let’s go! I sense
That the birds, intoxicated, fly
Deep into unknown spume and sky!" (Stéphane Mallarmé "Sea Breeze")

🎨 Tissot (c 1878)

#bookwormsat #ofdarkandmacabre

“So mickle was this storm that the men said it was the work of enchantment” (Heimskringla V)

Scottish weather wizards raise a storm off the Hebrides and send King Hákon Hákonarson (d. 1263) and fleet on his way back to Norway

🎨 Waterhouse

#folklorethursday #ofdarkandmacabre

"Out yonder, under the shining vault,
among men the saying goes: "Man, be thyself!"
At home here with us, 'mid the tribe of the trolls,
the saying goes: "Troll, to thyself be-enough!" (Ibsen)

🎨 Kittelsen

#wyrdwednesday #bookchatweekly #ofdarkandmacabre

@bjorn_stjerne @swampsunday Sounds a bit like Jacobite glaistic émigrées who gave their left eye for a new fount to haunt after the '45 :-)

“And tears are heard within the harp I touch.” (Petrarch)

🎨 Michał Elwiro Andriolli c 1880

#ofdarkandmacabre

"... and then I shut my eyes, and put my hands over them and whisper the word, and the Alala comes. I only do this at night in my room or in certain woods that I know, but I must not describe them, as they are secret woods." (Arthur Machen)

#bookchatweekly #dontgointothewoods

“Up the still, glistening beaches,
Up the creeks we will hie,
Over banks of bright seaweed
The ebb-tide leaves dry.
...
Singing: "There dwells a loved one,
But cruel is she!
She left lonely for ever
The kings of the sea" (Matthew Arnold)

#swampsunday #ofdarkandmacabre