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velkommen

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. Så 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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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."

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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Wednesday, December 21, 2016


Merry Christmas...Victorian Style (Minus The Lovely Fireplace and Mulled Wine!)

When most of us think of the term "Victorian Christmas", images of Alastair Sim portraying Ebeneezer Scrooge spring to mind, replete with the accompanying candlelight, tinkling bells, holly flourishes and top-hatted carolers. But, apparently, Victorians weren't all about the holly, as the following (really weird) Victorian Christmas cards show1 Enjoy...and, of course....have  yourself a Merry Little Christmas!

 Nothing says "festive Christmas" like a frog and cockroach dancing in the moonlight...

Rat (or mouse) carrying a Christmas list written in French while riding a boiled lobster! Yes! Christmas! 
Frogicide! For the holidays! But for the paltry sum of $2,000? Well, it was Victorian times, after all. A pound went a lot farther back then!

On the thirteenth day of Christmas...for no discernible reason whatsoever...my true love left two dead birds in my front yard! Thank you, true love! Guess there weren't any live partridges in the pear tree this year!
Well, all I have to say about this one is...at least she's in a pie! Could be worse. Unless, of course, it's a kidney pie. Imagine the trauma! 


Well, anyway...that's it for our little tribute to Victorian Christmas cards. Check in with us again on on New Year's week. Those crazy Victorians had a dark side that you have to see to believe...!!!!!
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Monday, May 16, 2016

THE SHALLOWS: FELIX VERSUS THE KIT CAT CLOCK

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Thursday, February 25, 2016

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Monday, December 21, 2015

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

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Friday, May 30, 2014

WE ARE EDGING TOWARD A COMEBACK....






Yep, it's been a while. A whole year,  in fact. Heartbreak and the ensuing depression have kept this formerly passionate blogger silent all this time. But guess what? I'm getting ready to make a comeback. I'll be taking it slowly at first, but just give me some time and I'll do my best to make it worth your while. In the interim, I want to thank all those who have continued to visit this blog and read my old posts. Thank you! I'll be posting again soon. So, let's keep in touch, okay?

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Saturday, April 6, 2013

GOOD BYE FROM A BROKEN HEART



This will be the last post I'll be making for a while. In the midst of recovering from cancer surgery, my heart has been unexpectedly broken and I just haven't the energy to continue with this blog at the moment. I apologize for not having made my "Happy Birthday, Aries!" post as promised, but this Aries is neither happy nor concerned with birthdays right now. Thanks for reading my posts. Continue visiting to read old ones if you like. But I will be taking time off from active posting for as long as it takes to feel like I have anything worth saying again.


Good night.
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