AUTHOR'S CHOICE
Selection of visual works accompained by their poetic transliteration
All artworks and literature by Immorior Xerampelina © 2011-2025
Downpour
"Bohemian Lights" Series
Medium: Photography
© 2015
[afflictio]
"False paraboles of idleness
compose a poet that does not hunger anything but his impressions.
Reproaches of what has been lived in the form of chants to tight-fitting stars
that so appealingly...
...seem nearby...
But their siege,
in between the heavens and the earths of what's sensible...
is nothing but a mirage...
A necessary escapism to express with shortcuts and colors,
the destruction of all beings.
Writting with broken quills and crouched organs, verses get channeled, yearning for what was felt and, under a downpour of narrowed emotions, all is reduced to a last-minute's melt."
Anamnesis
Medium: Mixed Media
Model: NZ XXI
© 2020
[accusatio]
"Versed within waves of unwanted tides,
a paradigm of self-placed constraints unhides itself from the depths of oblivion.
Piercing the predictability of ascertained thoughts,
the subject disgorges herself in unison to the pulsations of her veins.
And in so doing,
in so sanctioning without discern,
a false thirst for past carrions arises
within flashes of the ostensible world.
Unhindered yet occupied,
she reveals the marks of the confussion,
scars of thought from petty traditions;
those farcical carriers of the thousand year old stones."
An Adept of Hunger
Medium: Edited Photography
Model: MS
© 2018
[revelatio]
"As the Self recollects itself within the abstract retreat, patterns diligently sprout in its sanctuary.
Driven by the lusty ardour of the spheres,
the spirit of hunger glitters within, roaring, responding to an involuntary incantation from an adept in chains.
And yet, the spirit devours pillars of certitude,
yet it drains the fullfilements on the flesh,
and it leaves yet in tatters,
a subject prone to err.
But in the ghost's trajectory, as its telematic felony expands, the observer savours its wake,
a spectrum of dissolveless iniquity and motion that, transformed into pride,
forever relates,
forever enfolds ascendancy within the wells of starvation."
The Ballet of Contraction
Medium: Edited Photography
Model: KS
Lyrical Concept of AE-BdB
© 2018
[in memoriam C.B.]
"The voices of one's crying in the wilderness...
Did the Nightmares, in a despotist and mischievous manner,
drawn you to the depths of the holy Keres?
Ô Pain, magnificent chimère!
Kronos devours even your very breath.
And this, your obscure enemy,
The one that steps your heart aside,
increases and shines beyond reason,
by thed distant blood of the world...
The bounded is thus loathed by his possessor.
Hungry clouds admonish on the depths of you,
as the just man keeps his course towards the ballet of contraction..."
L'Angle Déchu
Medium: Mixed Media
Model: PCNM
© 2017
[dictum]
"Ruined by the reflex of conception,
a deviation from the void burns deep down the algoryhtms of physis.
And the being, that piece of identity that whirls to the sound of muses,
can't but furiously adhere to this railed voyage into vacuity,
seeding artifices whilst dying,
geometrically falling into the unbounded wombs of misery.
But in this passage, right within the wormholes of Hell,
shrouded casements lie ablaze,
antagonizing agony whilst spreading its reach,
effectively surpassing the rational need for symmetry.
And in this moment; at this very sight,
nothing becomes nothing else,
innately changed yet maturely flawed,
a shinning governs...
converying its grace upon sundried angles,
corrosively unfurling the lights of Decay..."
Nosos
Medium: Edited Photography
Model: MGK
© 2024
[egestas]
"Perceptively struck by a thousand words,
colors shy away from their ties of manifestation as the Fall of all that is to be fallen inexorably marches through time.
Discharged pellets of divine nature infecting matter, consciousness and flesh that, hungry themselves for a place within the worlds, afflict lesser forms with consequential prejudice.
Nonchalant diligence that, of which it is given without a choice, where the wills of men are nothing but a most risible delusion of grandeur.
And the authentic Grandeur, that which escapes any balance, laughs back at the subject in an ethereal silence for which we pray, in agony, to abandon us and direct its inevitability instead among the hearts of self interpreted, ancillary men."
Trolldom
Medium: Edited Photography
© 2017
[ex voto]
"As the Curvature of Defeat thrivingly stains a face in disdain,
a spring of water uncontrollably yells at its clicking, feeding the aloof reservoir of thirst.
And dancing, weavingly striving in the presence of a yet-to-be choir,
a tragedy in gestation;
that golden triumph of mirages that flirt with their reflections in an endless, sorcerous void.
But against his mirror, unsatisfied with time and compromise,
the theurgist regurgitates his frustrations as if they were dreams of the gone.
And in his altar, designing a purpose in alteration, a flint of aspiration absorbs the residues of the lived, as if a drain in abstraction could manifest the blackest of wells."