#de quincey

[marrr444]

I really want to know when was the first time Will bit a vampire.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities, will always be the favourite beverage of the intellectual.

- Thomas de Quincey

[whisperthatruns]

Cole Swensen, from "De Quincey," On Walking On (Nightboat Books, 2017)

[timetolearnoclock]

a chaffinch lights

“A chaffinch lights on the hand of the care taker of Dove Cottage, home of Wordsworth and De Quincey.”

April 1956

Quote taken from original text included with the image in the magazine

[kala4akrabee]

@armchairaleck

[weirdlookindog]

Zhenya Gay (1906-1978) - Illustrations for "Confessions of an English Opium-Eater" by Thomas De Quincey, Heritage Press 1950

[dabiconcordia]

“Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.” ― Thomas de Quincey

[citrus-cactus]

"Lucy's Illness" Pas de Deux: 18 September

"I think I came just in the nick of time. You know you have only to tell me what to do."

Part 4 of the Dracula ballet I see in my head, featuring a much-needed visit from Quincey. We don’t deserve that brave, beautiful cowboy.

Full view recommended, though I included a close-up under the cut.

[Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3]

References used for the costuming and poses. Clipart dedicated to the public domain under CC0 modified and utilized for the corner embellishments.

[tenderwulf]

Mater Suspiriorum

In his book Suspiria De Profundis, Thomas De Quincey talks about the three Ladies of Sorrow. The second one is Mater Suspiriorum, Our Lady Of Sighs.

«The second sister is called Mater Suspiriorum , Our Lady of Sighs. She never scales the clouds, nor walks abroad upon the winds. She wears no diadem. And her eyes, if they were ever seen, would be neither sweet nor subtle; no man could read their story; they would be found filled with perishing dreams, and with wrecks of forgotten delirium. But she raises not her eyes; her head, on which sits a dilapidated turban, droops forever, forever fastens on the dust. She weeps not. She groans not. But she sighs inaudibly at intervals. (...) She also carries a key; but she needs it little.»

[nemeyuko]

Me @ Raoul de Chagny and Quincey P. Morris

[bobbole]

Willy Pogany, illustration for Confessions of an English opium-eater by Thomas De Quincey, c1935 

[majestativa]

Paul Verlaine, having achieved the soulful heights of Sagesses, breaks down and is advised by a doctor to write out its darkling, carnal equivalent – which he calls Parallèlement. DeQuincey climbs the ladder of imagination and finds himself mired in the miasmas of opium. Sade, Rimbaud, Bosch, Toulouse-Lautrec, Odilon Redon, Grünewald, Bresdin, Baudelaire, Huysmans, all learn to look directly into the black effulgence of Behemoth, for what is below is above, and what is above is below.

— PAUL WALDO SCHWARTZ ⚜️ Art and the Occult, (1975)

[kaitcreates]

Alexei

Elyaas

[contremineur]

I ran into pagodas: and was fixed, for centuries, at the summit, or in secret rooms; I was the idol; I was the priest; I was worshipped; I was sacrificed. I fled from the wrath of Brahma through all the forests of Asia; Vishnu hated me; Shiva lay wait for me. I came suddenly upon Isis and Osiris: I had done a deed, they said, which the ibis and crocodile trembled at. Thousands of years I lived and was buried in stone coffins, with mummies and sphinxes, in narrow chambers at the heart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed, with cancerous kisses, by crocodiles; and laid, confounded with all utterable slimy things, amongst reeds and Nilotic mud.

Thomas de Quincey, from Confessions of an English opium-eater (1821)

[litteratured]

CONFESSIONS OF AN ENGLISH OPIUM EATER - Thomas De Quincey - Read by Anthony Quayle

"Opium ! dread agent of unimaginable pleasure and pain !"

[asfaltics]

Towadethroughwaterormud; with the ducks amongst the papers

                          She shifted her hand,                 and ‘ploitered’ amongst the papers for full five minutes.   ₁         for he would be forever with the ducks, ploutering about at the ‘spout’.   ₂  

1 Thomas De Quincey, “Sortilage on Behalf of a Literary Institution” (dated Feb 24, 1848) in Leaders in Literature, with a notice of Traditional Errors Affecting Them (London, 1858) : 260-283 (269) (google books) : link 2 Mary Findlater “Void of Understanding,” Cornhill Magazine No. 477 (September 1899) : 310-321 (313) Cornell copy/scan (via hathitrust) : link

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rather more on both — and the words “ploiter” and “plouter” — at 2628