My Inspiration for September II

30 Sep

”Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens the soul.” (Peggy Toney Horton)

Finally Autumn, the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness as Keats wrote in his poem ‘Ode to Autumn’. Well, I developed some new interests such as philosophy and astrology, delved into mysticism, I-Ching and music of Ravi Shankar. Read Haruki Murakami for the first time, Kafka on the Shore, totally blown away by his writing style. I’ve also read Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet which subtly changed my view on some things and inspired me to…. about that later! While reading this, you could sense my rapture and joy, well, take it as a sign that the ‘season of the witch’ is coming and my creative juices are flowing, which means interesting (hopefully) posts!!!

a vie romantique 1 a vie romantique 2 a vie romantique 3 a vie romantique 4 a vie romantique 5 a vie romantique 6 a Ferdinand Leeke (1859-1923), Bacchant. eva green 22 fireplace echo and the bunnymen heaven up here helena bonham carter 46 helena bonham carter 63 hippie room 1 hippie room 2 hippie room 6 pandora detail

Stu-04-NatGal

Stu-04-NatGal

1905. Cleo de Merode by Nadar 1890s Cleo de Merode 10 1909. Geneviève Lantelme, outfit by Jacques Doucet 1907. Léon Spilliaert, La Buveuse d’Absinthe

XKH141325 Waft of Mist, c. 1818-20 (oil on canvas); by Friedrich, Caspar David (1774-1840); 32.5x42.4 cm; Hamburger Kunsthalle, Hamburg, Germany; German, out of copyright

1822. Moonrise over the Sea - Caspar David Friedrich

1793-94. Macbeth Consulting the Vision of the Armed Head. By Henry Fuseli,

by Daniel Gardner, gouache and chalk, 1775

by Daniel Gardner, gouache and chalk, 1775

1960s brigitte bardot 226 1880s Charlotte Dubourg 1902. Le voyage dans la lune - Georges Melioes 1901. Cleo de Merode by Boldini 1960s Ingrid Boulting 11856. automn leaves - John Everett Millais1968. Baby Doll Cosmetics September 2

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5 Responses to “My Inspiration for September II”

  1. Geoffrey Basil Smith 2nd October 2015 at 7:04 pm #

    Gratitude for the truly beautiful segments you have emailed to me of late. I am still recovering from THAT portrait of Cleo de Merode !!! To revert to the sixties, whose Zeitgeist (and that of the seventies, too) I constantly reinhabit (I was there in Notting Hill Gate/Kensington first time around) I cannot recall having seen anything by you on the most Zeitgeistian of psychedelic performance art groups of the Summer of Love, namely the Fool.

    If you have not already done so (if you have, forgive me) please check these multi-coloured minstrels out : their art work, their murals and , especially, their music . My esteemed late friend the legendary Graham Bond acted as their musical director in the US in 68 and even played on several tracks. As ever, genius was light years ahead of its time and the album was not understood. Also, see their work in the film Wonderwall which started the delicious Jane Birkin.

    Dr G 33,97,8-3

    PS If you do run anything on the Fool , please acknowledge me. It is an honour to be on Byron’s Muse . And, quite incidentally, do YOU really exist per se or, alas, are you perchance a collective ?!

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    • Byron's Muse 4th October 2015 at 10:34 am #

      Sorry I haven’t replied to you earlier, but I was quite speechless, and pleasantly surprised that you liked my posts, and bothered to write such a long comment. Thank you!

      Yes, Cleo de Merode was such a beauty, and that photo is mesmerising. I haven’t written anything about the Fool, though I have heard of them. About ‘Wonderwall’, I’ve watched it a while ago, and I liked both the music, story and aesthetics, and the lovely Jane Birkin. What ever do you mean ‘I was there in Notting Hill Gate/Kensington first time around’, you’ve actually walked the streets of London in the heydays of psychedelia? Have you seen Pink Floyd with Syd Barrett live? I’m intrigued.

      I do actually exist, I’m a ‘psychedelic schoolgirl’ and aspiring art
      historian who likes sharing her interests on blog 🙂

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      • Geoffrey Basil Smith 9th October 2015 at 12:01 am #

        Yes, I actually lived on Palace Gardens Terrace within easy jaunting distance of Kensington High Street when, as one of your blogs show, Biba was all the rage.
        On the way home , one passed the darkly evocative Equinox bookstore on Holland Street owned by Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin and used as a magical conduit for all the works of Aleister Crowley.
        My Terrace was the actual home of OZ magazine in the sixties which, along with International Times, was THE psychedelic underground mag.
        Being a journalist at this time, I interviewed Hendrix, Clapton and Cream, Van Morrison, and too many others to mention.
        Even the Liverpool Poets frequented my local hostelry.
        Not to mention the films at the Gate Cinema…etc.,etc.,etc.
        Such was the intoxicating perfumed headiness of all this that it is still, in my 69th year, indelibly imprinted on my DNA , as it were.
        I was there…and I remember it as a Technicolour Dream indeed.
        Emphatically, I cannot , will not forget it.

        Dr G 33,97,8-3

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        • Byron's Muse 11th October 2015 at 6:44 pm #

          Thank you very much for your comment. Although I am anxious to know more about your experiences in the 1960s (perhaps you should write a book), I will not intrude. Though I am curious about some things: have you met Syd Barrett or Marianne Faithfull, and did you hang out at 101 Cromwell Road?

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          • Geoffrey Basil Smith 12th October 2015 at 10:40 am #

            No, I never met Syd Barrett since, at the time – as now – I was never (I hear your gasps of horror !) a fan of the Pink Floyd (although their light shows were regarded as the finest). Since I vibrate to a large extent on the Red Ray (!) I was far more into the heavier rock and blues sounds of the Hendrix Experience, Cream etc. The Floyd were too light for me.
            Neither did I – unfortunately – meet Marianne Faithful although there was no lady in London more beautiful in the day (witness her breathtaking scene in the Stones’ Rock n’ Roll Circus).
            Alas, both Sid and Marianne were beautiful butterflies who self-enflamed their wings. As in the cliche of the god Icarus, they flew too near the sun and fell to the ground.
            Nor did I go to 1O1, I’m afraid. My scene was Notting Hill and the bohemian roots born in Powis Terrace (although the early Floyd had links there too).
            Re. a book, I only write now on Esoterica. Apropos, the colourful Witch coven of Alex and Maxine Sanders was very active in my area.
            Dr G 33,97,8-3

            PS Your blog on Kant was majestic as ever.

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