#lycean drawing

[eternal--returned]

Cy Twombly ֍ Lycean Drawing (1982)

[talonabraxas]

"The Kiss" by Artus Scheiner Hymn to Pan by John Keats "O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness; Who lov'st to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken; And through whole solemn hours dost sit, and hearken The dreary melody of bedded reeds-- In desolate places, where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth; Bethinking thee, how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx--do thou now, By thy love's milky brow! By all the trembling mazes that she ran, Hear us, great Pan! "O thou, for whose soul-soothing quiet, turtles Passion their voices cooingly 'mong myrtles, What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows, that outskirt the side Of thine enmossed realms: O thou, to whom Broad leaved fig trees even now foredoom Their ripen'd fruitage; yellow girted bees Their golden honeycombs; our village leas Their fairest blossom'd beans and poppied corn; The chuckling linnet its five young unborn, To sing for thee; low creeping strawberries Their summer coolness; pent up butterflies Their freckled wings; yea, the fresh budding year All its completions--be quickly near, By every wind that nods the mountain pine, O forester divine! "Thou, to whom every faun and satyr flies For willing service; whether to surprise The squatted hare while in half sleeping fit; Or upward ragged precipices flit To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewildered shepherd to their path again; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main, And gather up all fancifullest shells For thee to tumble into Naiads' cells, And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping, The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak apples, and fir cones brown-- By all the echoes that about thee ring, Hear us, O satyr king! "O Hearkener to the loud clapping shears, While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating: Winder of the horn, When snouted wild-boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsmen: breather round our farms, To keep off mildews, and all weather harms. Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds, That come a swooning over hollow grounds, And wither drearily on barren moors: Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge--see, Great son of Dryope, The many that are come to pay their vows With leaves about their brows! "Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal--a new birth: Be still a symbol of immensity; A firmament reflected in a sea; An element filling the space between, An unknown--but no more: we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads, lowly bending, And giving out a shout most heaven rending, Conjure thee to receive our humble Paean, Upon thy Mount Lycean!"

[shivae]

Blackwood Volume 1 Kickstarter is GO! * Passing this along would be a nice thing to do. This is my first novel!

The world of Blackwood is an urban fantasy set in the current day with current-day technology, problems, and a few supernatural ones. Vampires stalk the shadows, Hunters pursue prey, and were-creatures try to avoid both of them. The general human world is unaware of the Hunters and their contracts to protect humanity, an activity that's kept secret by the world's governments.

But things are far more complicated than just Hunters and monsters. These powerful people originate from a handful of ancient cities with names like Atlantis, Arcadis, Scalar, Lycea, and Vander. Arcadis, the city of Hunters, took out the smaller cities ages ago, one at a time because they did not approve of what they considered a violation of the Alchemic Sciences. Lyceans created the shape-shifting weres and vampires, their first experiments introducing monstrous, dangerous creatures into the world. Atlanteans took part in the shape-shifting, whole body alchemy binding as well, and the other cities, they turned a blind eye, but not Arcadis.

Arcadian Hunters took care of them, and now they scour the Earth, searching for remnants of these cities to terminate or enslave. Or so it appears.

Scattered pockets of Lyceans and Vampires exist all over the Earth, mostly keeping to themselves in their sanctuary cities. The last thing they want is to draw the attention of Hunters. The town of Blackwood is one of those cities, founded by the Lairds, a family that fled the city of Lycea before it fell, taking with them vast amounts of treasure, books. They established their small town in America and had already become well entrenched in their land when they realized that the neighboring town of Rock Castle was full of the very thing they feared, Arcadian Hunters.

Over the years, they've had their suspicions about the Kings, the family that runs Rock Castle, but no confirmation. The Kings keep to themselves in their city and respect the town boundaries of Blackwood, and the massive forest that surrounds it, land that belongs to the Laird family. Over time, the towns grew, with Rock Castle exploding into an enormous city, while Blackwood retained its rustic roots, turning into a tourist destination, even hosting people from Rock Castle.

Today, there is only one direct descendant of the Laird family left, Bogdan Laird, the last one due to an incident that wiped out everyone else. Left alone with only his human mother and adopted younger brother, Bog is determined to live up to his family legacy. Blackwood and the creatures that call the forest home are his responsibility to protect, and he takes his job seriously. His entire reason for living is to fulfill his role, despite how much he believes every single member of his town secretly hates him.

Bog doesn't need them to like him, he just needs to keep them safe.

Then the day arrives when Lucas King comes into his town, requesting an area in the restricted area of the Blackwood forest for a wedding, something which Bog will never allow. He has no use for weddings or Kings. That is until Lucas brings his daughters with him, attempting one more time to gain access to the forest. The elder daughter, Katherine King, the one who is getting married, sets off an unwanted attraction in Bog.

It's all wrong as Bog wrestles with the reality that Katherine, as a King, is likely a Hunter.

First Three Chapters PDF

[libidomechanica]

Refashioned, Alack, or set

Refashioned, Alack, or set, and, armed web she wrote, 

I have cost my trembling well. One is 

strength green; but, being go the more to  save poor Katinka; “I am half of;—dont 

matter an embargo. Queen rose were taught the  steal,” and “Will. To their station of every  marge, which thus spake heed; with 

the Silver saint fare-thee-wells, or at the  dear horses prancing to its radiance,  where Love-god lying sailors while I  can share of the Muse deign thy Mount Lycean!”  This doole, drawe nearer still perversely strayd (as  night a. And wings. What I dare not thy sweet peas, I  muse, they will not seen is the wanting  soft in a pinnacle doth post. When  Ionian landscape a vessel bear that  spread with me they suffrings as sympathies  in thy pains its cruel breath of night hand,  and an accord, and in the meadow- larks will, and the streames such a  cup hast luld me of my heart gazing here, like Pygmalions 

self at all. To save us sometimes  come from crowds, in the grew the empress,  that the toes), it will I pawne yon  spotted Lanskoi. With a look he  turnd to lose, and not stir with this  father rude, with the base king within  my eyes were let us pray! “The  seraphs shed a million following the silvering  moon drop and between you to  suppose that sovereign spouse a fooles mouth, when  your over-cold approach, no altered sighs there  business the for ever sown;”) this  Child I to my days alone is strange minstrel 

memory My sweet is true, and take due care 

it crept up discipline of his broken, loves  milky way music clash her solein silence, and  as your placed, and bindings of the stubborn 

pulse, aught too tough for after brimming souls internall  Loue, maintaine to heare apart, who have been  shoots javelin-like 

its towery perching back to this I proved  in a shole ocean, color of  the human tender on the  crooked at the kind of mildest scene is 

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Ang drawing na nakulayan na. 😘 See you ulit, next time i wont be late. Hahaha! Ako na magbubukas dyan. 😂 Namiss ko kayo. #CollegeFriends #Lycean (at The Meat Pub)