I bought some fake black roses and affixed them to a headband. That is all.
that photo of me freaks me out because I'm getting a definite Noel Fielding vibe off of it
HIS SOUL'S WORTH WAS MEASURED IN SECONDS TO IMPACT - a heady, irreverent, figurative mash up, co-written by Fritz Bogott
OUR QUEEN MILK - a cobweb. A PLANTED SEED (the boys) HOW TO CUT (the girl) LAMBSKIN (the queen, the king) and AN ETERNAL GRAVE (the newlyweds)
WHY AREN'T YOU IN THE ARMS OF YOUR DEAD LOVER? - a cornucopia of age-old smut, dripping mimosas and bats that can't relate to the bottom of the well
CRYPTID PERSONALS - a decaying love poem under the powder of new snow
Romanticism is, in effect, a supernaturalism, and the highest form of Romanticism, in its purest and best endeavour, raised upwards to the sublime, is Mysticism. Indeed some definitions of Mysticism would well night serve for Romanticism, although of course we have passed from literature to an even higher sphere. Von Hartmann, however, extends the name of mystic to "eminent art-geniuses who owe their productions to inspirations of genius, and not to the work of their consciousness, eg Phidias, Æschylus, Raphael, Beethoven," since "Mysticism is the filling of the consciousness with content (feeling, though, desire), by an involuntary emergence of the same out of the unconscious." Bouchitté pregnantly observes: "Mysticism consists in giving to the spontaneity of the intelligence as a large part than to the other faculties." Dean Inge has a very striking and pertinent passage: "The phase of thought or feeling which we call Mysticism has its origin in that which is the raw material of all religion, and perhaps of all philosophy and art as well, namely, that dim consciousness of the beyond, which is part of our nature as human beings."
Romanticism is literary Mysticism.