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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “A charming, energetic but somewhat feckless man (or boyish woman).  A man or woman of immense charisma, but who lacks commitment.   Emigration, making a major domestic or job move.”

darker or more hidden meaning: “Someone who loves them and leaves them.  A charming manipulator, particularly of the emotions of the opposite sex.”

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She walks in beauty, like the night
   Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
   Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
   Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”- from Lord Byron’s, She Walks in Beauty

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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot:  “A creative, sensitive person.  An ‘arty’ type who can be quite impractical.  A great lover who tends to idealize the object of his (or her) affections.  An enthusiastic advocate for all creative and artistic endeavors.”

darker or more hidden meaning:  “A creative person whose energy is sometimes wasted in conflict and fighting.  A tendency to rush into things based on emotion rather than rationale.”

beatrix –  Gabriel Rossetti’s, Beata Beatrix.  Painting of the character of Beatrice from Dante’s Inferno, with the memories of his deceased wife, Elisabeth Siddal, serving as the model.

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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “A fighter, who can be a great friend but an implacable enemy. An impetuous person who tends to leap right into things.  A leader with great energy and intelligence.”

darker or more shadow meaning: “A person who has to get his own way.  A person who abuses others.  Using intelligence to dominate and take control.”

“When you see a river, you must follow it to its source, no matter the perils, no matter those comrades that fall along the way. You must know how things work. You must unlock.”Sir Malcom from Penny Dreadful

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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “Following a routine dutifully.  Reliable and trustworthy, but lacking in imagination.”

darker or more hidden meaning: “Obsessive compulsive disorder.  Feeling stuck, unable to move on.   Never losing your head, always being predictable and rather dull.”

 “Whatever happened to Lestat I do not know. I go on, night after night. I feed on those who cross my path. But all my passion went with her golden hair. I’m a spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.”- Louis from Anne Rice’s, Interview With the Vampire

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From the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “energy and enthusiasm.  Innovations, experiments.  Messages, letters, news.”

darker or more hidden meanings: ” Hidden passions, especially in a young person.  Energies put into negative activities. Nature in a form that is uncontrollable and frightening.”

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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “Naive, but full of passion and goodwill.  A young idealist, particularly when it comes to the arts- and to matters of love.”

darker or more hidden meanings: “Enthusiasm cut short.  Over-emotional young person, maybe a little hysterical.  A reluctance to grow up and leave childhood dreams behind.”

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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “Alert and on guard. Loyalty to a person or cause.  Defending something that’s important to you.”

darker or more hidden meaning: “not being guarded enough; there’s danger about. Acting alone, not asking for help.  Paranoia, seeing enemies all around.”

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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “Study, particularly of practical skills.  A time to learn more about basic, everyday matters such as money and running a household.  Someone a little old and serious for their age.”

Darker or more hidden meanings: “Getting too obsessed with practicalities, taking no time out to dream.  Getting drawn into repetitive, compulsive behavior.  A young person who tends to hoard and save.”

“A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown —
Who ponders this tremendous scene —
This whole Experiment of Green —
As if it were his own!
“- by Emily Dickinson

reblogged and edited from my old website: Gypsyscarlett

Redbreast In the Morning

“What woke it then?  A little child

Strayed from its father’s door

And in an hour of moonlight wild

Laid lonely on the desert moor.”- Emily Bronte  1837

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— When Miss Bronte penned those poetic lines, perhaps she was thinking upon  this ghostly tale which took place in her home town:

Haworth.  February 1801-

Two-year old Joseph Helliwell snuck outside and attempted to secretly follow his father  from their home at Enfieldside to Pecket Well, where the farmer had a business meeting.  Tragically, Joseph could not keep up as his father made his way up the old Haworth Road.   He was found frozen to death the next morning upon the Moor.

Haworth.  January 27, 1849-

Four-year old Joseph Halliwell lived with his father on Far Intake Farm.  One day, the little boy ventured out and became lost.  Four days later, he was found frozen to death upon the same moor which had claimed his  near-namesake less than fifty years before.

resource:  “Strange World of The Brontes” by Marie Campbell

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

by John Keats

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful – a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said –
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed – Ah! woe betide! –
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried – ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

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– painting by Frank Cowper

A Bewitching Piece of Art

Posted: August 21, 2015 in art, poetry
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jean delville's stuart– Jean Delville’s Mysteriosa

“Behold the hour for your clairvoyant eyes to shine,
Intent Pythoness, inert in the silent heart of evening!
Your spirit has departed, lost amid the soul of the world,
Seeking the treasure, as your desire weaves its magic.

The sacred flame, which reabsorbs your fleshly being,
Will soon tranform the chasms of life into blazing pyres,
As the powers summon you to most secret sabbaths,
Reality of the firmament or infernal nightmare!

The holy aromatic burns in bright vessels;
For you, the world is a pure enchantment
Where you hover, dazzled, above the element,

And the angel, whom your word calls in the twilight,
Will come to reflect in the depths of a black temple
The brilliance of his golden brow, in a magic mirror.”- Jean Delville, Magica

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Dreams, hopes, wishes, mania,  daring to bring castles in the air down to earth, the need to be able to decipher good choices from bad, being kissed by moonlight, debauchery,  emotional drunkiness, Venus in Scorpio

from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “Daydreams- both realistic and fantastical, delusions, choices, hopes, ambitions: some plausible, others not. dangerous delusions, lunacy”

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Seven of Pentacles: questioning our material needs. What is necessary to reach our goals?  What must we strip away?  Taking a rest from our work to reevaluate.  Are we happy with the fruits of our labor?  Was the toil worth it?

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from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “Reviewing what you’ve achieved.  A time to contemplate and to consider.  Making plans at other people’s expense.”

Seven of Swords:

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The perceptive qualities of the rational-minded number seven meet the airy aspect of Swords.  The pursuit of knowledge.  A need and desire to work on one’s own.  Eccentricity.  Stubborness and willfullness.  Evasiveness.  Keeping secrets.

from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: “A small piece of dishonesty or deception.  Mixing with things you don’t fully understand.”

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Seven of Wands:      Fiery challenges and fights.  Destroying obstacles.  Strength in the face of adversity.  Staying true to one’s self.  The ego.

from the Bohemian Gothic Tarot: ” A battle that you know you can win.  A fight against the odds.  Getting a buzz out of winning through a difficult situation.”

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“Riches I hold in light esteem
And Love I laugh to scorn
And lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn–
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is–’Leave the heart that now I bear
And give me liberty.’

Yes, as my swift days near their goal
‘Tis all that I implore
Through life and death, a chainless soul
With courage to endure!”- Emily Bronte