Sunday Feb 22, 2004

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Today, I went to the rare book room at Powell's, and I saw something that made my entire body shake with yearning.

One of the only 956 copies in existence of Austin Osman Spare's The Witches Sabbath, compleat with Mr. Spare's artwork and an official number.

I can't afford to spend three hundred dollars on it. But I almost did, as AOS' works are incrredibly hard to find and incredibly thrilling and bizarre to read. He was fucking crazy/brilliant/hilarious.

It was like staring Greed and Lust and Erudition in the face and having them reply with, "Fuck you, shorty!"

God DAMN it.

p.s. If'n you're interested...
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maximillian:
Fuck, that's what I forgot at the store!
simoriah:
On the wall of my library, hanging left of the fireplace on a background of Ennis-Brown house plaster tiles is an original Giger which I secured from a restuarant in Naka Meguro by sliding it up my spine and securing with two rubber bands. The lunch I had there was a bratwurst thrust vertically into the seeds of a papaya. Half of the books in my library are black (on the left). The other half are leather archeaological catalouges specific to Minoan digs. On a dais beneath the giger (a nude back tipping into an abyss) rests the AOS in question. It was on my list of black books to procure. 197/335. Fornicatus Benedictus.

[Edited on Feb 22, 2004 2:24PM]

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