onsdag 31 oktober 2018

Nätspöken

Hallowe’en  
Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite
All are on their rounds to-night,—
   In the wan moon’s silver ray
   Thrives their helter-skelter play.
Fond of cellar, barn, or stack
True unto the almanac,
   They present to credulous eyes
   Strange hobgoblin mysteries.
Cabbage-stumps—straws wet with dew—
Apple-skins, and chestnuts too,
   And a mirror for some lass
   Show what wonders come to pass.
Doors they move, and gates they hide
Mischiefs that on moonbeams ride
   Are their deeds,—and, by their spells,
   Love records its oracles.
Don’t we all, of long ago
By the ruddy fireplace glow,
   In the kitchen and the hall,
   Those queer, coof-like pranks recall?
Every shadows were they then—
But to-night they come again;
   Were we once more but sixteen
   Precious would be Hallowe’en.
                                       Joel Benton   
                           ur "The Book of Hallowe’en", 1919 

Sad Ghost of Nothingnes– Small, 2014
bronsskulptur

Käre tid, så gott om spöken det finns på nätet många, för att inte säga de flesta är rätt gulliga, och en hel del är vackra. Här kommer en litet urval.


Ghost Ribbons, 2013
Sean Dawson

Abstract Portrait: 'Servants of the Ghost'
David Hibbert 

The Ghost of a Flea
  William Blake 

John Varley – an artist, astrologer and close friend of Blake – reported in his 'Treatise on Zodiacal Physiognomy' (1882) that Blake was once visited by the ghost of a flea and that ‘This spirit visited his imagination in such a figure as he never anticipated in an insect.’ While drawing the spirit it told the artist that all fleas were inhabited by the souls of men who were ‘by nature bloodthirsty to excess’.

Marshal Peng Dehuai and his hungry ghosts, 2007

Hallowe’en Charm

 Fern seed, hemp seed, water of the well, 
   Bark of wizard hazel-wand, berry of the bay, 
Let the fairy gifts of you mingle with the spell, 
   Guard the precious life and soul of him that’s far away! 

Oak slip, thorn slip, crystal of the dew, 
   Morsel of his native earth, shoot of mountain pine, 
Lend his arm the strength of you, let his eye be true, 
   Send him like the thunderbolt to break the foeman’s line! 

Rose leaf, elm leaf, kernel of the wheat, 
   Airy waft of thistledown, feather of the wren, 
Bring him peace and happiness, let his dream be sweet, 
   Take my secret thought to him and call him home again!
                                                              Arthur Guiterman

Small Garden Ghost,1929

Ghosts and Cats, omkring 1902
 Lyonel Feininger 

Ghosts

Ghost

Doors and Ghosts, 1983
hm, jag ser nog snarare en trasmatta

 Ghost, 2015
Sergey Kalinin 

I Nils Celsius "Sambling af svenske ordspråk", 1708,  kan man hitta: "Korss och kröke, gud beware oss wäll för Spöke, som påminner mig om den skotska bönen:
From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
ghost face, 2017
Sarah Cain 

All Souls’ Night, 1917

 You heap the logs and try to fill 
The little room with words and cheer, 
But silent feet are on the hill, 
Across the window veiled eyes peer. 
The hosts of lovers, young in death, 
Go seeking down the world to-night, 
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light. 
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low, 
Lest those who drift before the storm 
See gladness on our hearth and know 
There is no flame can make them warm. 
                                          Hortense King Flexner










4 kommentarer:

  1. Vilket lärorikt och intressant inlägg – och vilka spännande spöken! Min favorit är det söta och sorgsna lilla "Sad Ghost of Nothingness"-spöket.

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    1. Karin,
      Det finns lite väl mycket lärorika saker på nätet...
      Jag kan inte bestämma mig för om det sorgsna spöket eller trädgårdsspöket är min favorit.
      Margaretha

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  2. Haha, jättegulliga spöken!
    Skönt att du skriver igen, jag var orolig när du är så tysst.
    kramis

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    1. Ellen,
      Men visst är de söta.
      Du kan sova lugnt på nätterna - jag har lite annat att pyssla med emellanåt, och prioriterar inte bloggandet.
      Margaretha

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