Holy Destruction

[caption id="attachment_8852" align="aligncenter" width="573"] Wilhelm Emil „Elk“ Eber[/caption]

"Only in the enthusiasm of destroying is the sense of the divine creation revealed. Only in the middle of death does everlasting life shine."

Friedrich Schlegel

On the Frontiers between Life and Death

“What is really required to defend ‘the West’ against the sudden rise of these barbaric and elemental forces is the strengthening, to an extent perhaps still unknown to Western man, of a heroic vision of life. Apart from the military-technical apparatus, the world of the ‘Westerners’ has at its disposal only a limp and shapeless substance – and the cult of the skin, the myth of ‘safety’ and of ‘war on war’, and the ideal of the long, comfortable, guaranteed, ‘democratic’ existence, which is preferred to the ideal of the fulfilment which can be grasped only on the frontiers between life and death in the meeting of the essence of living with the extreme of danger.” 

Julius Evola, Metaphysics of War

A Shining Race of Demigods

[caption id="attachment_8844" align="alignnone" width="700"] The battle of Iconium, by Hermann Wislicenus (c.1890)[/caption]

“Like all Aryans, the Teutons are born to rule other peoples. Wherever they appear, they are the ruling and socially preferred classes, they are a people of fierce courage and indomitable energy, of devotion and fidelity, of pride and truthfulness, a shining race of demigods, the like of whom the world has seen but once before, in the Greeks, and will probably never see again.”

Ammon, Die natürliche Auslese beim Menschen, 1893

Clark Ashton Smith, the Lord of Averoigne

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Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961), perhaps best known today for his association with H.P Lovecraft and the Cthulhu Mythos, is in his own right a unique master of fantasy, horror and science-fiction. Highly imaginative, his genre-spanning visions of worlds beyond, combined with his profound understanding of the English language, have inspired an ever -increasing legion of fans and admirers.

For most of his life, he lived in physical and intellectual isolation in Auburn, California (USA). Predominantly self-educated with no formal education after grammar school, Smith wore out his local library and delved so deeply into the dictionary that his richly embellished, yet precise, prose leaves one with the sense that they are in the company of a true master of language.

Though Smith primarily considered himself a poet, having turned to prose for the meager financial sum it rewarded, his prose might best be appreciated as a "fleshed" out poetry. In this light, plot and characters are subservient to the milieu of work: a setting of cold quiet reality, which, mixed with the erotic and the exotic, places his work within its own unique, phantasmagoric genre. While he also experimented in painting, sculpture, and translation, it is in his written work that his legacy persists.

During his lifetime, Smith's work appeared commonly in the pulps alongside other masters such H.P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, August Derleth, and E. Hoffmann Price and like many great artists, recognition and appreciation have come posthumously. In recent decades though, a resurgence of interest in his works has lead to numerous reprintings as well as scholarly critiques.

[caption id="attachment_8833" align="aligncenter" width="448"] Hyperborea by Clark Ashton Smith [/caption]

"Tell me many tales, but let them be of things that are past the lore of legend and of which there are no myths in our world or any world adjoining. Tell me, if you will, of the years when the moon was young, with siren-rippled seas and mountains that were zoned with flowers from base to summit; tell me of the planets gray with eld, of the worlds whereon no mortal astronomer has ever looked, and whose mystic heavens and horizons have given pause to visionaries. Tell me of the vaster blossoms within whose cradling chalices a woman could sleep; of the seas of fire that beat on strands of ever-during ice; of perfumes that can give eternal slumber in a breath; of eyeless titans that dwell in Uranus, and beings that wander in the green light of the twin suns of azure and orange. Tell me tales of inconceivable fear and unimaginable love, in orbs whereto our sun is a nameless star, or unto which its rays have never reached."

— Clark Ashton Smith, To the Daemon - December 16, 1929

“The skies are haunted by that which it were madness to know; and strange abominations pass evermore between earth and moon and athwart the galaxies. Unnamable things have come to us in alien horror and will come again.” 

― Clark Ashton Smith, The Maze of the Enchanter

“There have been times when only a hair's-breadth has intervened betwixt myself and the seething devil-ridden world of madness; for the hideous knowledge, the horror- blackened memories which I have carried so long, were never meant to be borne by the human intellect.” 

― Clark Ashton Smith

“Psychoanalysis and dianetics are, on the face of it, both absurd. People are what they are because of causes that go infinitely farther back than infancy of the mother's womb” 

― Clark Ashton Smith, The Black Book of Clark Ashton Smith

[caption id="attachment_8834" align="aligncenter" width="392"] Moonlight on Boulder Ridge by Clark Ashton Smith[/caption]

“In his bleak mercy, Death forever strips
The soul of light and memory, rendering blind
Our vision, lest surmounted deeps appal,
As when on mountain-heights a glance behind
Betrays with knowledge, and the climber slips
Down gulfs of fear to some enormous fall.”

— Clark Ashton Smith, The Unremembered

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[caption id="attachment_8832" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Lovecraft, Smith, Howard[/caption]

To Howard Phillips Lovecraft - Clark Ashton Smith

Lover of hills and fields and towns antique,

How hast thou wandered hence
On ways not found before,
Beyond the dawnward spires of Providence?
Hast thou gone forth to seek
Some older bourn than these—
Some Arkham of the prime and central wizardries?
Or, with familiar felidae,
Dost now some new and secret wood explore,
A little past the senses' farther wall—
Where spring and sunset charm the eternal path
From Earth to ether in dimensions nemoral?
Or has the Silver Key
Opened perchance for thee
Wonders and dreams and worlds ulterior?
Hast thou gone home to Ulthar or to Pnath?
Has the high king who reigns in dim Kadath
Called back his courtly, sage ambassador?
Or darkling Cthulhu sent
The sign which makes thee now a councilor
Within that foundered fortress of the deep
Where the Old Ones stir in sleep
Till mighty temblors shake their slumbering continent?

Lo! in this little interim of days
How far thy feet are sped
Upon the fabulous and mooted ways
Where walk the mythic dead!
For us the grief, for us the mystery. . . .
And yet thou art not gone
Nor given wholly unto dream and dust:
For, even upon
This lonely western hill of Averoigne
Thy flesh had never visited,
I meet some wise and sentient wraith of thee,
Some undeparting presence, gracious and august.
More luminous for thee the vernal grass,
More magically dark the Druid stone,
And in the mind thou art forever shown
As in a magic glass;
And from the spirit's page thy runes can never pass.

 

Further great reading:

Clark Ashton Smith – The Last of the Great Romantics: here



The Sanctum of Clark Ashton Smith: http://www.eldritchdark.com/

 

Not with those of other Race

[caption id="attachment_8827" align="aligncenter" width="350"] Emperor Constantine VII Porphyrogenitus[/caption]

"For each nation has different customs and divergent laws and institutions, and should consolidate those things that are proper to it, and should form and develop out of the same nation the associations for the fusion of its life. For just as each animal mates with its own tribe, so it is right that each nation should marry and cohabit not with those of other race and tongue but of the same tribe and speech. For hence arise naturally harmony of thought and intercourse among one another and friendly converse and living together; but alien customs and divergent laws are likely on the contrary to engender enmities and quarrels and hatreds and broils, which tend to beget not friendship and association but spite and division."

10th Century Byzantine Emperor Constantine VII Porphyrogenitus

8 May 1945: We Don't Celebrate!

“But as far as I personally am concerned I could not bear to live in Germany during the transition period that would follow the defeat of the Third Reich. The ignominies and the treachery we experienced in 1918 will be as nothing in comparison with what we may now expect. It is beyond comprehension that, after twelve years of National Socialism, such a thing could happen. My imagination boggles at the idea of a Germany, henceforth deprived of her elite which led her to the very pinnacles of heroism, wallowing for years and years in the mire.” 

"..if the nations of Europe are again to be regarded as mere shares to be bought and sold by these international conspirators in money and finance, then that race, Jewry, which is the real criminal of this murderous struggle, will be saddled with the responsibility. I further left no one in doubt that this time not only would millions of children of Europe's Aryan peoples die of hunger, not only would millions of grown men suffer death, and not only hundreds of thousands of women and children be burnt and bombed to death in the towns, without the real criminal having to atone for this guilt"

The Political Testament Of Adolf Hitler

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WE WILL RETURN!

DER STÜRMER "Transcendental Racial Idealism" LP/CD (BOP027)

OUT SOON!

DER STÜRMER "Transcendental Racial Idealism" LP/CD (BOP027)

The 3rd DER STÜRMER full-length is made available again on CD and vinyl. The audio has been remastered to give this album a lot more sharper sound that first pressing was lacking! As the audio is now given new strength, also the noble cover artwork painted by Antichrist Kramer is used in its full glory.

A relentless bombardment of Hellenic NS Black Metal, glorifying the Traditions of Blood and War! Devoid of modernist manifestations, nine bloodstained cantos to the Folk-Psyche of Europa, heralding the impending downfall of the age of tolerance and liberalism!

Vinyl comes in regular LP-sleeve with a 4-page insert. CD in regular jewel case with 20-page booklet.

BREATH OF PESTILENCE http://users.kymp.net/pestilence/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrMEIO4PXwA

 

 

The effete "men" of the Left

"Effete men turn to the Left because there they find fashionable and self-righteous justifications for their lack of manhood."

Wagner Clemente Soto

Adolf Hitler and Houston Stewart Chamberlain

[caption id="attachment_8805" align="aligncenter" width="600"] CHAMBERLAIN WITH COSIMA WAGNER[/caption]

"Hitler likely first encountered Chamberlain’s Foundations sometime between 1919 and 1921, when he read the work at the National Socialist Institute Library in Munich. He met the man himself shortly thereafter in Bayreuth. Chamberlain moved to Bayreuth after his marriage to Eva Wagner in 1909, and there he served to help reorganize the finances of the Festspiele and edit the Bayreuther Blätter, which carried articles on the art of the master interlaced with observations on the perfidy of Jews. As the leader of the growing German Workers Party, Hitler travel to Bayreuth in late September, 1923, to attend a political rally. While in the city, he was invited by the Wagner family to visit and worship at Wahnfried, the maestro’s home and shrine. Chamberlain spoke extensively with the man over two days and was so impressed that he wrote the lederhosed politician an amazingly fulsome letter, which Hitler never forgot.

[caption id="attachment_8804" align="aligncenter" width="600"] CHAMBERLAIN'S HOME IN BAYREUTH WHERE THE 1923 MEETING WITH HITLER TOOK PLACE[/caption]

The long letter of October 7, read in part:

You are certainly not as you have been described to me, namely as a fanatic [Fanatiker]; rather I would call you the very opposite of a fanatic. A fanatic overheats the head, while you warm the heart. The fanatic wishes to smoother you in words; you want to convince, only convince. . . My faith in Germanness [Deutschtum] has never wavered for a moment. But my hopes—I will confess—had ebbed. With one blow, you have transformed the core of my soul. That Germany in the hour of her greatest need has given birth to a Hitler, that shows her vital essence. (ed: Read the whole letter below)

On the occasion of Hitler’s thirty-fifth birthday, celebrated the next year in prison, Chamberlain published an open letter, in which he extolled this man, so different from other politicians, a man who “loves his German people with a burning passion.” “In this feeling,” he professed, “we have the central point of his whole politics, his economics, his opposition to the Jews, his battle against the corruption of values, etc.” After his release from jail, Hitler visited Chamberlain on several occasions and mourned him at his funeral. In the depths of the World War II, Hitler recalled with extreme gratitude visiting Bayreuth for the first time and meeting Chamberlain. In conversations stenographically recorded—his so-called “Table Talk”—he mentioned that “Chamberlain’s letter came while I was in jail. I was on familiar terms with them [Chamberlain and the Wagner family]; I love these people and Wahnfried.” It was while in jail, comforted as he was by Chamberlain’s recognition, that he composed the first volume of Mein Kampf."

Was Hitler a Darwinian? - Robert J. Richards

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Houston Stewart Chamberlain Letter to Hitler October 7, 1923

This is truly one of the most amazing letters in German history.  Houston Stewart Chamberlain, one the leading nationalist philosophers in Germany and a key part of Richard Wagner's circle, hails Hitler as the new leader of Germany in 1923.   It shows the depth of Hitler's support in German nationalist circles even in 1923.

Most respected and dear Herr Hitler:

You have every right to be surprised at this intrusion having seen with your own eyes how difficult it is for me to speak. But I cannot resist the urge to address a few words to you. I view this, however, as an entirely one-sided act, i.e. I do not expect an answer from you.

I have been wondering why it was you of all people, you who are so extraordinary in awakening people from sleep and humdrum routines, who recently gave me a longer and more refreshing sleep than I have experienced since that fateful day in August 1914 when I was first struck down by this insidious sickness. Now I believe I understand that it is precisely this that characterizes and defines your being: the true awakener is at the same time the bestower of peace.

You are not at all, as you have been described to me, a fanatic. In fact, I would call you the complete opposite of a fanatic. The fanatic inflames the mind, you warm the heart. The fanatic wants to overwhelm people with words, you wish to convince, only to convince them-and that is why you are successful. Indeed, I would also describe you as the opposite of a politician, in the commonly accepted sense of the word, for the essence of all politics is membership of a party, whereas with you all parties disappear, consumed by the heat of your love for the fatherland. It was, I think, the misfortune of our great Bismarck that he became, as fate would have it (by no means through innate predisposition), a little too involved in politics. May you be spared this fate.

You have immense achievements ahead of you, but for all your strength of will I do not regard you as a violent man. You know Goethe's distinction between force and force.  There is the force that stems from and in turn leads to chaos, and there is the force which shapes the universe.... It is this creative sense that I mean when I number you among the constructive men rather than those who are violent.

I constantly ask myself whether the poverty of political instinct for which Germans are so often blamed may not be symptomatic of a much deeper talent for state-building. In any case the German's organizational skills are unsurpassed and his scientific capacity is unequalled. In the essay Politische Ideale I pinned my hopes on this. The ideal kind of politics is to have none. But this non-politics must be frankly acknowledged and forced upon the world through the exercise of power. Nothing will be achieved so long as the parliamentary system dominates; for this the Germans have, God knows, not a spark of talent!  I consider its prevalence to be the greatest misfortune; it can only drag us continually into the mire and ruin every plan for a healthy and revitalized father­land.

But I am digressing, for I wanted only to speak of you. That you brought me peace is related very much to your eyes and hand gestures. Your eye works almost as a hand: it grips and holds a person; and you have the singular quality of being able to focus your words on one particular listener at any given moment. As for your hands, they are so expressive in their movement that they rival your eyes. Such a man brings rest to a poor suffering spirit! Especially when he is dedicated to the service of the father­land.

My faith in Germandom has never wavered for a moment, though my hopes had, I confess, reached a low ebb. At one blow you have transformed the state of my soul. That Germany in its hour of greatest need has given birth to a Hitler is proof of vitality; your actions offer further evidence, for a man's per­sonality and actions belong together. That the magnificent Ludendorff openly supports you and embraces your movement: what a wonderful combination!

I was able to sleep without a care. Nothing caused me to awaken again. May God protect you!

Pleading then death!

Running and hunting and slashing

And crushing and searching

And seeing and stabbing and shooting

And thrashing and smashing and

Burning destroying and killing

And bleeding and pleading then death!

January 31, 1964 – May 2, 2013