Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Saturday, August 11, 2018
A Chess Match With Death
The chess match with death himself. Thats a famous scene immortalized in Ingmar Bergman's timeless masterpiece "The Seventh Seal". A very intresting trivia I found out lately is from where Bergman inspired by this , to create a scene of so crucial importance for unfolding the whole movie story.
Täby Church - Sweden
"The church is best known as one of the churches with mural paintings by Albertus Pictor (died 1511). The ceiling frescos are from the 1480s and, unlike many of his other works, were never whitewashed over. They include a picture of a man playing chess with Death, a motif that inspired Ingmar Bergman to a famous scene in the movie The Seventh Seal. The motif is very unusual, known only from one other source"
Source : Wikipedia
Thursday, August 9, 2018
Nordic Darkness & Melancholy - The Beginning of BURZUM
"Wow. I have not heard this in a long time.... In fact, I had forgotten all about this. It must be from a recording I did in Bergen prison in 1994, on a 4-track studio (cassette-player large) that I was allowed to have (along with my now lost guitar) for a very short time in my cell. At least I used that time well, and recorded this. What a shit hole that prison was. One of those fancy new prisons, completely void of spirit and where everyone is treated with clinical hatred. I spent one year in almost total isolation there, before they sent me to Ila Prison. Thanks for letting me listen to these track again. So many memories."
Varg Vikernes - August 2018 a.y.p.s.
SEE ALSO:
BURZUM Return To The Shadows
BURZUM Return To The Shadows
A View Into The Depths of Darkness
Norwegian Black Metal - Anno 1992
Ride To The Nightsky and Back
BLACK METAL - The Cult of Esoteric Heathendom
Norwegian Black Metal - Anno 1992
Ride To The Nightsky and Back
BLACK METAL - The Cult of Esoteric Heathendom
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Friday, August 3, 2018
Marching Into Hostile Lands
"Our men have marched in hostile lands
And sang a Devil's song
A steady guard, on Volga stands
And hums this tune along
We lift up our song ever skyward
So all of the world may hear
That brave men will fight for their homeland
Whether they curse us or cheer
For we are the ones who go forward
And the Devil may laugh just like this..."
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Et in Arcadia Ego part IV - Arcadia in Poetry
Continuing on Arcadia and its influence on arts and culture, in this post I put parts from classic poets and writters that their work centered around this Hellenic region. Despite the fact that where born in different times, the Roman poet VIRGIL ( 70-19 bc) and the German poet FRIEDRICH SCHILLER belong to the most bright minds and among the pantheon of European arts. As natural it was, the art of both was bewitched by Arcadian landscapes.
"A lasting monument to Daphnis raise
With this inscription to record his praise;
'Daphnis, the fields' delight, the shepherds' love,
Renown'd on earth and deifi'd above;
Whose flocks excelled the fairest on the plains,
But less than he himself surpassed the swains."
With this inscription to record his praise;
'Daphnis, the fields' delight, the shepherds' love,
Renown'd on earth and deifi'd above;
Whose flocks excelled the fairest on the plains,
But less than he himself surpassed the swains."
VIRGIL - Ecloques/Bucolics
"Yes! even I was in Arcadia born,
And, in mine infant ears,
A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;--
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born,
And yet my short spring gave me only--tears!
Once blooms, and only once, life's youthful May;
For me its bloom hath gone.
The silent God--O brethren, weep to-day--
The silent God hath quenched my torch's ray,
And the vain dream hath flown.
Upon thy darksome bridge, Eternity,
I stand e'en now, dread thought!
Take, then, these joy-credentials back from me!
Unopened I return them now to thee,
Of happiness, alas, know naught!"
And, in mine infant ears,
A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;--
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born,
And yet my short spring gave me only--tears!
Once blooms, and only once, life's youthful May;
For me its bloom hath gone.
The silent God--O brethren, weep to-day--
The silent God hath quenched my torch's ray,
And the vain dream hath flown.
Upon thy darksome bridge, Eternity,
I stand e'en now, dread thought!
Take, then, these joy-credentials back from me!
Unopened I return them now to thee,
Of happiness, alas, know naught!"
FRIEDRICH SCHILLER - Resignation
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