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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.

ABOUT ME

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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)...
STATEMENT OF PURPOSE
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."
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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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The Persistence of Eeriness: Eerie Clocks, Unsettling Timepieces


Melted clock at a technical high school
(www.textureandraw.com/2011_03_01_archive)




When one thinks of  "eerie clocks", the image of a clock face in old bell tower comes rather readily to mind. After all, countless horror movies have begun with a scene in a small, quiet town over which a bell tower looms like a silent presence, innocuous enough in the daytime, but taking on a curiously sinister quality with the fading of the light. But clocks in bell towers aren't the only timepieces capable of casting a sense of eeriness over the scene at hand. In our endless quest to satiate our appetite for eerie clock images, we've scoured the internet in order to bring you some photographs of clocks, watches and timepieces that we think might lend an unsettling quality to our strange little blog. We hope that you find them strange and unsettling as well.
Send not to ask for whom the bell tolls...

ASTRONOMICALLY EERIE
The  Prague  Astronomical Clock, believed to have been constructed in 1410 by famed clockmaker Mikulas of Kudan, has long been a source of eerie legend and morbid speculation, including talk of a centuries old curse. The clock's eeriness comes not so much from its appearance, which is stunning, but   from the mystery which still shrouds its origins. Add to that the fact that Prague itself is such an old and fascinating city, and that the figure of Death tolls the bell, and you have a clock whose eeriness reaches astronomic proportions.
It tolls for Prague.
               





"My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf, so it stood ninety years on the floor."

On a less astronomical note, the above image of a grandfather clock shadowed in surreal red gleam is a good example of the reason we find grandfather clocks eerie in general. As the subject of at least two songs and a classic Twlight Zone episode in which a grandfather clock played a crucial role in an old man's demise, these timepiece giants seem to have an almost anthropomorphic presence. that can be unsettling in the extreme.






The following are some other images of clocks and timepieces that we find eerie or disturbing.
Th hands of this shattered clock are frozen in the moment
that the bombs hit Nagasaki in 1945.
Some clocks are timeless. This one, found on an abandoned schoolroom
floor, lacks its hands and is covered in rust, a disturbing image for a clock
once associated with the education of children.
Abraham Lincoln's pocket watch. Need we say more?
Clocks and shadowed hands are always an eerie combination


Words would be superfluous here, don't you think?
Doll face clocks are more creepy than cute
If the Lord doesn't smite this, we will.
The clock really pulls the room together.
Eeriness in Victoria
Tailor made to tweak us out
Antique clock and candle. Delicious.
We've said it before: Please tear out our eyeballs.

So there you have our compendium of eerie clocks and timepieces. We trust that you enjoyed it. If not, just remember that time marches on. Chances are that you will be enjoying something before too long.

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