Welcome. This is my blog, and you're my most coveted guest. If I seem a bit too intense, it's only because I have so much that I want to share with you, and I can see that you're eager to begin as well. So, please...make yourself at home, sip an East India cocktail (I blended the pomegranate juice myself), and sample some of my domestic and imported Arcana: useless, but fascinating information about Victoriana, Steampunk and other favoured topics; music which evokes that dark, lost Lenore sensibility; and other pleasant or, perhaps, unsettling non sequiters whispered in a darkened room. Linger long or short, leave a comment or refrain, but remember to come back soon to play a (shhhh) parlour game.
Velkommen. Dette er min blog, og du er min mest eftertragtedegæst. Hvis jeg synes en smule for intenst, det er kunfordi jeg har så meget at jeg vil dele med jer, og jeg kanse, at du er ivrig efter at begynde så godt. kan du ...føl dig hjemme, sip et East India cocktail (jeg blandetden granatæble juice mig selv), og prøve nogle af mine indenlandske o importerede Arcana: ubrugelig, menfascinerende oplysninger om Victoriana, Steampunkog andre begunstigede emner; musik der fremkalderdenne mørke, mistede Lenore sensibilitet, og andrebehagelige eller måske foruroligende, ikke sequitershviskede i et mørkelagt rum. Linger lang eller kort,efterlade en kommentar eller afstå, men husk at komme tilbage snart til at spille en (Shhhh) selskabsleg.


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I love my grown children, miss all the dogs I ever had, and I cry at the drop of a hat, I believe in true love, destiny, fairness, and compassion. If I could be anywhere right now, it would be the ocean. My favorite city is New York, but I am always longing for London and craving more time in Copenhagen. I'm drawn to desolate places, deserted buildings, and unknown byways. I don't care how society perceives me as long as my gut tells me that what I'm doing is right. I am interested in paranormal things, spiritual things, historical things, and things that glow at night. I like to drink, I smoke when I write, I can't stand small talk, and despite my quick temper, I would rather kiss than fight. I'm selfish with my writing time, a spendthrift with my love. My heart has been broken so many times that it's held together with super glue and duct tape. The upside is that, next time, I won't be tempted to give away what I no longer have to give. But I will let you buy me a Pink Squirrel.


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Helvede's så Nocturne

Helvede's så Nocturne
The raw, aching sadness with which the following words were typed has been reformatted to fit your screen. No need to adjust it. All names have been expunged to protect the innocent and the willfully insane.

Nocturne in G Flat major

Chopin, darkness, light, sand and wind, starlight tread. Beethoven, love, fear, madness, redemption in the night. Liszt, waltzing widows, desperate bargains, pleasure's secret plight. Now, then, before, always, forever. Promises made on lonely beaches, celestial summer's perfect kiss, passions quenched in salty breezes, the lure of distant mist-draped heights. Bitter interlude. Final, private nocturne. Burned down like a candle. Doomed bleeding beauty. Fated sacrificial night.
To be continued...

Gentle Visitor

Gentle Visitor
And now, Gentle Visitor, won't you please lend an eye (we've worked so hard)...
We love all things dark and mysterious, macabre and obscure, odd and unfathomable. Nothing is too strange or bizarre for our little blog. And although we would never presume to offer definitive answers to the great questions of life, we shall do our best to enlighten, inform and delight our visitors with our whimsical potpurri of facts, anecdotes, trivia and informational outpourings. We strive not to offend, but to edify those who wish to reach beyond their comfort zone and touch the fabric of another time and place, and of distant, but genuine worlds and lives. As Victorian-themed blogs go, ours may not be the most austere, nor the most comprehensive, but we know what we like, and if our readers like it as well, then all is as it should be in this ramshackle corner of our own personal Victorian empire.

A Musical Note

A Musical Note: We feel that our blog is best viewed when accompanied by one or more of the following musical selections. Then again, we also feel that our blog is best viewed when accompanied by a glass of absinthe, a bite of lemon cake, and a foot massage (preferably by someone you know). So, to paraphrase the otherwise completely irrelevant-to-our-blog Mr. Aleister Crowley, "Do what thou wilt...but be open to Chopin."

And now we begin

And now we begin
"One must strive to show decorum even when scrolling." Queen Victoria, Buckingham Palace Blog, August 11,1879

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Tuesday, February 12, 2013


Well, here it is Fat Tuesday, and we can't think of a better way to celebrate the only holiday in February that we care to acknowledge than to share some random Victorian photographs of unknown people and animals doing things that make absolutely no sense to us. And yet, for some reason, we like them. Here's hoping that you will as well. Ready? Let's scroll!


If you thought that the Victorians were a grim, stuffy lot, it's high time you re-thought that thought. Clearly, judging from the photographs below, there were quite a few denizens of the era who were quite capable of cutting loose...starting with their very own heads.


Apparently, in Victorian times, dog owners loved to dress their dogs in human clothing and pretend that they were smoking pipes. And who are we to judge them? At least the dogs look happy.


In those long-ago days before the advent of the internet, cat lovers still couldn't resist showing off their felines in ways that were enjoyable for them...if not for the felines. Some things never change.


Every family has its best feature. For this familial group, that "best feature" was apparently their backs.


What young girl doesn't dream of owning her very own horse? And, clearly, even in Victorian times, that predilection was strong enough to make some girls take it to the extreme. I wonder if she danced and sang as well.


In the Victorian era, it was very trendy to take photographs of mothers and their children with the mother's head covered by a cloth so that she was, in essence, "not there." Yes, we know...seems a little ridiculous to us as well. But the resulting photographs make for very interesting viewing.


Props were big in Victorian photographs, but this one strikes as a bit on the morbid side. Then again, perhaps it was just this little girl's way of showing us how much she loved "Hamlet."


We could have touted this photograph as another example of a Victorian person showing off their back for reasons unknown, but we prefer to view it as an arty indulgence. And we really love the dress.


Okay, we admit it. This photograph is from the 1920s, not the Victorian era. But we included it because...well...we saw the opportunity and we just decided to seize it. Sue us for not being able to resist a good photograph of a comely lady holding a crystal ball.

Well, there you have it...our little gallery of random photographs from the Victorian era (save that last one). We hope you enjoyed it. And we promise that, next time, we will write an actual post. Until then...keep your feet on the cobblestones and your eyes on the sepia print stars.

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