Posts tagged "satty"
  1. Notes: 144 / 2 years ago  from liquidnight
    No better way to celebrate Bram Stoker’s birthday [November 8, 1847 – April 20, 1912] thanks to  bent for reminder, & liquidnight for excellent post;] “He hath done this alone; all alone! From a ruin tomb in a forgotten land. What more may he not do when the greater world of thought is open to him. He that can smile at death, as we know him; who can flourish in the midst of diseases that kill off whole peoples. Oh! If such a one was come from God, and not the Devil, what a force for good might he not be in this old world of ours.” — Bram Stoker, Dracula Illustration by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech From The Annotated Dracula by Leonard Wolf

    No better way to celebrate Bram Stoker’s birthday [November 8, 1847 – April 20, 1912]

    thanks to  bent for reminder, & liquidnight for excellent post;]

    “He hath done this alone; all alone! From a ruin tomb in a forgotten land. What more may he not do when the greater world of thought is open to him. He that can smile at death, as we know him; who can flourish in the midst of diseases that kill off whole peoples. Oh! If such a one was come from God, and not the Devil, what a force for good might he not be in this old world of ours.”

    — Bram Stoker, Dracula

    Illustration by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

    From The Annotated Dracula by Leonard Wolf

     
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  2. Notes: 103 / 2 years ago  from liquidnight
    liquidnight:“What boots it to tell of the long, long hours of horror more than mortal, during which I counted the rushing oscillations of the steel! Inch by inch—line by line—with a descent only appreciable at intervals that seemed ages—down and still down it came! Days passed—it might have been that many days passed—ere it swept so closely over me as to fan me with its acrid breath. The odor of sharp steel forced itself into my nostrils. I prayed—I wearied heaven with my prayer for its more speedy descent. I grew frantically mad, and struggled to force myself upward against the sweep of the fearful scimitar. And then I fell suddenly calm, and lay smiling at the glittering death, as a child at some rare bauble.” —Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum From The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

    liquidnight:“What boots it to tell of the long, long hours of horror more than mortal, during which I counted the rushing oscillations of the steel! Inch by inch—line by line—with a descent only appreciable at intervals that seemed ages—down and still down it came! Days passed—it might have been that many days passed—ere it swept so closely over me as to fan me with its acrid breath. The odor of sharp steel forced itself into my nostrils. I prayed—I wearied heaven with my prayer for its more speedy descent. I grew frantically mad, and struggled to force myself upward against the sweep of the fearful scimitar. And then I fell suddenly calm, and lay smiling at the glittering death, as a child at some rare bauble.”

    —Edgar Allan Poe, The Pit and the Pendulum

    From The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

     
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  3. Notes: 81 / 2 years ago  from ubu507
    one more from Satty thanks to ubu507:The Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allan Poe

    one more from Satty

    thanks to ubu507:The Murders in the Rue Morgue by Edgar Allan Poe


     
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  4. Notes: 48 / 3 years ago  from bookmarklet
    From Time Zone by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech[also] via ephemera assemblyman

    From Time Zone by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech[also]

    via ephemera assemblyman

     
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  5. Notes: 25 / 3 years ago  from bookmarklet
    There is a time in the span of civilizations when creative energy and the human spirit are wholly, if briefly focused. When this occurs culture in all its manifestations reaches its zenith. The moment passes; civilizations decline, only to be replaced by others. This process of life appears cyclic. Communities become tribes, turn into nations and become empires which, like suns, radiate their energy to the limits of their power, then decay and finally vanish, leaving behind only traces. This cycle, which may continue until our sun—or our planet—fails us.. [from back of Time Zone/by Sätty] Wilfred Sätty-Exibition [also]

    There is a time in the span of civilizations when creative energy and the human spirit are wholly, if briefly focused. When this occurs culture in all its manifestations reaches its zenith. The moment passes; civilizations decline, only to be replaced by others. This process of life appears cyclic. Communities become tribes, turn into nations and become empires which, like suns, radiate their energy to the limits of their power, then decay and finally vanish, leaving behind only traces. This cycle, which may continue until our sun—or our planet—fails us..

    [from back of Time Zone/by Sätty]

    Wilfred Sätty-Exibition

    [also]

     
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  6. Notes: 18 / 3 years ago  from bookmarklet
    From Time Zone, Straight Arrow Press, S.F., 1973. by Wilfried Sätty Podriech [also+more @liquidnight]

    From Time Zone, Straight Arrow Press, S.F., 1973.

    by Wilfried Sätty Podriech

    [also+more @liquidnight]

     
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  7. Notes: 107 / 3 years ago  from liquidnight
    liquidnight: “It was night, and the rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lilies, and the rain fell upon my head—and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.” -Edgar Allan Poe, Silence—A Fable From The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

    liquidnight: “It was night, and the rain fell; and, falling, it was rain, but, having fallen, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall lilies, and the rain fell upon my head—and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation.” -Edgar Allan Poe, Silence—A Fable

    From The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

     
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  8. Notes: 97 / 3 years ago  from liquidnight
    liquidnight:“She died: and I, crushed into the very dust with sorrow, could no longer endure the lonely desolation of my dwelling in the dim and decaying city by the Rhine.” -Edgar Allan Poe, Ligeia From The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

    liquidnight:“She died: and I, crushed into the very dust with sorrow, could no longer endure the lonely desolation of my dwelling in the dim and decaying city by the Rhine.”

    -Edgar Allan Poe, Ligeia

    From The Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

     
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  9. Notes: 30 / 3 years ago  from benjaminhilts
    benjaminhilts:Wilfried Satty - Illustration of E. A. Poe It was clear that we were already within the influence of the comet; yet we lived. via  The Cabinet of the Solar Plexus… [see also]

    benjaminhilts:Wilfried Satty - Illustration of E. A. Poe

    It was clear that we were already within the influence of the comet; yet we lived.

    via  The Cabinet of the Solar Plexus…

    [see also]

     
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  10. Notes: 94 / 3 years ago  from bookmarklet
    Satty ~Alone [from the illustrated E.A.Poe,1976] from dolorosa

    Satty ~Alone [from the illustrated E.A.Poe,1976]

    from dolorosa

     
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  11. Notes: 38 / 3 years ago  from bookmarklet
    ephemera assemblyman: Collages of Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

    ephemera assemblyman: Collages of Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

     
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  12. Notes: 220 / 3 years ago  from bookmarklet
    Wilfred Satty

    Wilfred Satty

     
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  13. Notes: 3 / 3 years ago  from bookmarklet
    ephemera assemblyman: Collages of Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

    ephemera assemblyman: Collages of Wilfried “Sätty” Podriech

     
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  14. Notes: 26 / 3 years ago  from mogadonia
    mogadonia:Wilfried Satty via: dolorosa

    mogadonia:Wilfried Satty

    via: dolorosa

     
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