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Monday, January 25, 2016

Friday, January 22, 2016

THE BIGGEST NOPE: Herbal Tampons

So these were used in the middle ages and early renaissance to convince the womb to move up or down. In Germany they were called Mütterzapfchen. Good smelling things would move it down through attraction. I think we all know our womb isn't the animal described by Aristotle. Do don't put leaves in your cooch.

 See an article on this new fad HERE.

 Here is more on THE WANDERING WOMB.
from here

And as a bonus, THE WEIRD HISTORY OF TAMPONS.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

WOMAN MAKES SOAP OUT OF OWN FAT...


and sends it to her ex who dumped her for being fat...








Sarah Sitkin's Creepy Fleshy Art





more HERE




Video Art by Albert Omoss


form m09 - peer pressure from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.

Emoji Birth from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.

F5 2015 - Entangle from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.

form n11 - objectification from Albert Omoss on Vimeo.

The Art of Marwane Pallas


These are from a series called Doctrine of Signatures, which is an antiquated theory that things which look similar work together--i.e. walnuts are good for the brain because they look like it




more HERE


The Pornographic Writings of Robert Burns

Read this article on his poem "The Merry Muses," about a well-endowed ambassador.

And there's more where that came from.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

WORDS TO KNOW


Shameless Wikipedia Text Sharing

Wikipedia on the Least Weasel:

The Ancient Macedonians believed that to see a least weasel was a good omen. In some districts of Macedon, women who suffered from headaches after having washed their heads in water drawn overnight would assume that a weasel had previously used the water as a mirror, but they would refrain from mentioning the animal's name for fear that it would destroy their clothes. Similarly, a popular superstition in southern Greece had it that the least weasel had previously been a bride, who was transformed into a bitter animal which would destroy the wedding dresses of other brides out of jealousy.[38] According to Pliny the Elder, the least weasel is the only animal capable of killing the basilisk;

To this dreadful monster the effluvium of the weasel is fatal, a thing that has been tried with success, for kings have often desired to see its body when killed; so true is it that it has pleased Nature that there should be nothing without its antidote. The animal is thrown into the hole of the basilisk, which is easily known from the soil around it being infected. The weasel destroys the basilisk by its odour, but dies itself in this struggle of nature against its own self.[39]


The Chippewa believed that the least weasel could kill the dreaded wendigo giant by rushing up its anus.[40] In Inuit mythology, the least weasel is credited with both great wisdom and courage, and whenever a mythical Inuit hero wished to accomplish a valorous task, he would generally change himself into a least weasel.[41] According to Matthew Hopkins, a witch hunter general during the English Civil War, least weasels were the familiars of witches.[42]


Thanks RS!

Monday, January 11, 2016

David Bowie Tribute #2

Flight of the Conchords:






And more on Bowie's influence on COMIC BOOKS.

A Tribute to David Bowie #1



Today, like every other day, a life vanished. This life left a legacy both complex and contemplative, shared with viewers, listeners, readers, and dreamers.



Here are a few thoughts from Tilda Swinton:


The image of that gingery boney pinky whitey person on the cover with the liquid mercury collar bone was - for one particular young moonage daydreamer - the image of planetary kin, of a close imaginary cousin and companion of choice
...
We are -
And you brought us out of the wainscotting like so many
Freaky old bastards
Like so many fan boys and girls
Like so many loners and pretty things and dandies and dudes and dukes and duckies and testicular types
And pulled us together


Full speech HERE


And Bowie's answers to Proust's questionnaire:




Neil Gaiman's The Return of the Thin White Duke can be found HERE


And on his insistence that his Lucifer figure be based on Bowie HERE


And some lyrics:

But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
the branches to the sky


I'm sinking in the quicksand
of my thought
And I ain't got the power anymore


Don't believe in yourself 
Don't deceive with belief 
Knowledge comes
with death's release


"Eight Line Poem"

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins

the branches to the sky


Slow Motion Gargling Uvula



Image from a 15th-century cosmography codex. More HERE


from HERE

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Clock with bar scene and cemetery, Czech Republic

from HERE