Click here to listen to Sunday Whispers, an 8tracks mix featuring:
Mors Syphilitica - My Virgin Widows † The Soil Bleeds Black - Some Sweet Sorrow Did Her Heart Distraine † Arcana - Out of the Gray Ashes † Backworld - Everything that Wishes for Eternal Night † Current 93 - Jasmine † Lux Interna - Blossums † Thanatos - The Wait Smothers Me † Black Tape for a Blue Girl - The Scavenger’s Daughter † Lycia - Blue Heron † Sol Invictus - Long Live Death † Unto Ashes - Serve Me † Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows - The Consolatrix Has Left the Building † Eridu Arcane - Cold Blue Day † Death in June - Red Odin Day † Amber Asylum - Garden of Love † Dead Can Dance - How Fortunate the Man with None
It’s raining and it feels like ten years ago.

Click here to listen to Sunday Whispers, an 8tracks mix featuring:

Mors Syphilitica - My Virgin Widows † The Soil Bleeds Black - Some Sweet Sorrow Did Her Heart Distraine † Arcana - Out of the Gray Ashes † Backworld - Everything that Wishes for Eternal Night † Current 93 - Jasmine † Lux Interna - Blossums † Thanatos - The Wait Smothers Me † Black Tape for a Blue Girl - The Scavenger’s Daughter † Lycia - Blue Heron † Sol Invictus - Long Live Death † Unto Ashes - Serve Me † Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows - The Consolatrix Has Left the Building † Eridu Arcane - Cold Blue Day † Death in June - Red Odin Day † Amber Asylum - Garden of Love † Dead Can Dance - How Fortunate the Man with None

It’s raining and it feels like ten years ago.

While ghosts have been explained away, spectrality has become a major trope of our culture and our cultural discourses. It hovers at the crossroads between literature, psychoanalysis and critical thinking as the crux of out modernity. More than a theme, haunting is part of the process of literature and textuality.
Christine Berthin, Gothic Hauntings: Melancholy Crypts and Textual Ghosts
I love you no longer with the devotion which is paid to a Saint: I prize you no more for the virtues of your soul; I lust for the enjoyment of your person. The Woman reigns in my bosom, and I am become a prey to the wildest of passions. Away with friendship! ‘tis a cold unfeeling word. My bosom burns with love, with unutterable love, and love must be its return. Tremble then, Ambrosio, tremble to succeed in your prayers…. I feel with every heart-throb, that I must enjoy you, or die.

Matthew Lewis, “The Monk” (1796)

(via pocketwatches)

(via 18thcentury)

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Tuesday, 10th January
The inscription of lesbian desire in terms of excess, and the importance which it assumes in lesbian representation in fiction and film, stems from the perception that the lesbian, in rejecting the role of object of exchange between men, exceeds the phallic fantasy of woman as specularized Other.
Paulina Palmer, Lesbian Gothic
Yet I feel sometimes positively overwhelmed with the thought of the vastness and complexity of London. Paris a man may get to understand thoroughly with a reasonable amount of study; but London is always a mystery.
Arthur Machen, “The Inmost Light”
'Sorcery and sanctity,' said Ambrose, 'these are the only realities. Each is an ecstasy, a withdrawal from the common life.'
Arthur Machen, “The White People”
He had hoped that even modern Americans would be thrilled by the sight of a Spectre In Armour, if for no more sensible reason, at least out of respect for the national poet Longfellow, over whose graceful and attractive poetry he himself had whiled away many a weary hour when the Cantervilles were up in town.
Oscar Wilde, “The Canterville Ghost”
I think you are falling into the very general error of confining the spiritual world to the supremely good; but the supremely wicked, necessarily, have their portion in it. The merely carnal, sensual man can no more be a great sinner than he can be a great saint.
Arthur Machen, “The White People”
The blooming look of the flowers, was past and gone; but instead there were even richer tints abroad in the sun-colored leaves, the lichens, the golden blossomed furze; if it was the time of fading, there was glory in the decay.

Elizabeth Gaskell, “The Doom of the Griffiths”