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jack_babalon"O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose broad hand conceals the precipice
From the sleep-walker wandering on the building's ledge"
-Charles Baudelaire
Les Litanies de Satan
Félicien Rops
"Pornokrates"/"La Dame au cochon"
1878
~"My Pornocratie is complete. This drawing delights me. I would like to show you this beautiful naked girl, clad only in black shoes and gloves in silk, leather and velvet, her hair styled. Wearing a blindfold she walks on a marble stage, guided by a pig with a "golden tail" across a blue sky. Three loves - ancient loves - vanish in tears (...) I did this in four days in a room of blue satin, in an overheated apartment, full of different smells, where the opopanax and cyclamen gave me a slight fever conducive towards production or even towards reproduction".
~Letter from Rops to H. Liesse, 1879
Put the leash around my neck baby. Tie it tight and squeeze. Close your eyes & follow me. Listen to the angels cry. Cry, cry, cry that never across the golden roads of heaven, traveled a Sepharim as lovely or as cruel as you. Put the leash around my neck. Pull hard and smile. Follow me out of hell like Eurydice, follow me out of Sodom like Lots wife, close your eyes and take tiny steps across the dark. No peeking babe. Put the leash around my neck. Choke the song free from my throat and follow it down the path we're going.
You whose broad hand conceals the precipice
From the sleep-walker wandering on the building's ledge"
-Charles Baudelaire
Les Litanies de Satan
Félicien Rops
"Pornokrates"/"La Dame au cochon"
1878
~"My Pornocratie is complete. This drawing delights me. I would like to show you this beautiful naked girl, clad only in black shoes and gloves in silk, leather and velvet, her hair styled. Wearing a blindfold she walks on a marble stage, guided by a pig with a "golden tail" across a blue sky. Three loves - ancient loves - vanish in tears (...) I did this in four days in a room of blue satin, in an overheated apartment, full of different smells, where the opopanax and cyclamen gave me a slight fever conducive towards production or even towards reproduction".
~Letter from Rops to H. Liesse, 1879
Put the leash around my neck baby. Tie it tight and squeeze. Close your eyes & follow me. Listen to the angels cry. Cry, cry, cry that never across the golden roads of heaven, traveled a Sepharim as lovely or as cruel as you. Put the leash around my neck. Pull hard and smile. Follow me out of hell like Eurydice, follow me out of Sodom like Lots wife, close your eyes and take tiny steps across the dark. No peeking babe. Put the leash around my neck. Choke the song free from my throat and follow it down the path we're going.
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on 2005-04-27 07:00 pm (UTC)(the sad part is that's a line from "harvey birdman"
that gets stuck in my head from time to time...
but it seemed to fit.)