*Transcendere In Luce*
Well! I have finally utterley and completley decided against the Expressionist and artistic model and gone for the more obscure Hammer Horror. Now I mention obscure in the sense that only a few academic texts have actually been published about the studios so all in all my work may actually at least be that of le Originel!
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I have one so I personally believe! but nope this is my connection to the pool of blood.
All I can say is, it goes on. It has a black stone so more than likely Onyx. Lazuli is possible however.
A poem will follow!
Yesterday the well known poet Denise Riley visited the school of English at Liverpool university and held a poetry workshop. There were about seven of us that turned up to have some feedback on our own poems.
I submitted my poem Inevitable Fate and was rather pleased at her comments, I have to admit at first I thought I was going to hyperventilate what with nerves and all but essentially it was a great opportunity to read aloud my work and have an acomplished poet and academic comment!
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Strange to sense ones own place and destiny,Give not a care for those who care not,
Give not a sigh for the ignorance of lot,
Work forward to truth and bow your head
In acceptance of crown symbolically wed.
Your colours shine brightly penetrating through,
Your heart is a flame demanding the truth.
Follow your path and lead the way,
Accomplishing much never lead astray
For they may seek to pull you down,
to pits of jealousy, steal your crown
They writhe at your feet to trip you along They strive to destroy the beautiful song.
Fear and dread may’st be felt in the heart
As the unwanted beasts close in from afar.
Fear not sweet child,
oh carrier of light,
You give for further to exposing the night.
Protected and loved watched from afar, Nothing can harm you, immortal star.
Trust in the ways of others before,
Build your own legacy but learn from them all
Working harder to plough your land,
Contribute your crops to the lower man
 For soon he may be where you are now And like you he needs although you ran.
Give not a care for those who care not,
Give not a sigh for the ignorance of lot,
Work forward to truth and bow your head
In acceptance of crown symbolically wed.
 Your colours shine brightly penetrating through, Your heart is a flame demanding the truth.
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The rains have fallen to honour,
Amidst all intuition the division be reason.
The hope and grandeur to promise is felt,
To promise, promise, Oh promise! I knelt
Such promise has dealt in the binding of me
To that which is you, blind yet free.
 For what now do we sense this worth?
Time and place beyond this world.
Wind and breeze does heighten the sense
to bring forth yearnings so seldom true felt!
To find a strength to carry one through
Overwhelming, this conceptual brimming of truth!
 The anguish may come, this be now
 rendering alone and inept,
regardless of all strength musters in quest.
For all need purpose, oh tangible men and
What order awaits after prolonged place?
Yet afraid if to love, endurance we face,
To choose what is chosen,
Thus inevitable fate!
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Upon the fall and fruits of time,
Upon the hours lo Divine!
Upon the reaching of thou gate,
May wonder and beauty there await.
Like love pours from thine soul,Â
Engulf the depth of knowledge woe!
Worship in hearts be given,
Enveloped in thou’s Divine heaven!
My interests are primarily in literature, film, music and Poetry. I am currently studying European film alongside English literature.Â
As of late I have been writing on the German filmmaker F.W Murnau and interestingly enough I have discovered that the man was an occultist, along with colleague Albin Grau who incidentally designed the magickal symbols that we see in Nosferatu. It has been infered that Grau was a member of a magickal society and that the symbols were incorporated from such, although the source does not refer to any particular society unfortunately. However Murnau did consult Astrologers and equally occupied himself with Eastern philosophy.
 See: Weimer Cinema and after by Thomas Elsaesser, ISBN:0-415-01234-1
 
   (F.W. Murnau)
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