A Feast of Beast
10/12/2012 09:40 pmThe Emissary of the Beast was in town this week. A strange collection of creepy paintings is doing the tour down under and dreary old Dursleyville is its first port of call. A sure sign that the apocalypse must be close at hand
This serpent read all about it in the local paper from Tuesday 27th November which stated that the show would be opening on Friday 30th. Uncultured creature that is the Izzie, did not realize this meant a proper evening cocktail party with canapes. So turned up at 3pm for a peek only to be told that this was indeed the case. But the nice gallery owner who was busy unpacking bottles and wine glasses let the Izzie have a quick slink to drool over the beastliness.
Duly visited the website as the little flyers announced there would be various lectures and other events over the duration of the exhibition
Delightful events such as the performance of a Gnostic ‘Mass’ courtesy of the local chapter of the OTO and the temptingly titled “Introduction to the Beast” given by a member of the aforementioned Order.
( The Summoning of the Beast )
As one contributor rightly said - to call The Beast the wickedest man in Britain if not the world when he was a contemporary of such paragons of virtue as Stalin and Hitler is really rather ridiculous and demonstrates a seriously strange sense of morality
There was a lot of quotes from The Beast himself. Seemed like he was never happier than when he was taking the piss out of the establishment in all its incarnations. He seemed far more like The Fool or the Court Jester than the Devil Incarnate. And then there’s the snark. There’s so much that you wouldn’t know where to start quoting
The inside cover of this book had a picture of him on a throne dressed in his ceremonial robes looking extremely fat and fugly presiding over some ritual sacrifice of a black cat and the image of a woman who escaped his evil clutches. He had a round moon face and an enormous pudgy nose and piggy eyes and looked exactly like the sort of monster that you would expect to find on the front page of “Der Sturmer”
Izzie was one of the very last people to leave the exhibition and just as we got to the stairs the curator handed over a copy of this blue book of The Legend as ‘a gift’
This was most appreciated indeed as the Izzie had already decided to be a good good serpent and to resist such delicious temptations. Thanks to the old toad, the days of indulging in such luxuries are over and must be resisted especially as nearly all this stuff is available for free online.
It must be an Omen
This serpent read all about it in the local paper from Tuesday 27th November which stated that the show would be opening on Friday 30th. Uncultured creature that is the Izzie, did not realize this meant a proper evening cocktail party with canapes. So turned up at 3pm for a peek only to be told that this was indeed the case. But the nice gallery owner who was busy unpacking bottles and wine glasses let the Izzie have a quick slink to drool over the beastliness.
Duly visited the website as the little flyers announced there would be various lectures and other events over the duration of the exhibition
Delightful events such as the performance of a Gnostic ‘Mass’ courtesy of the local chapter of the OTO and the temptingly titled “Introduction to the Beast” given by a member of the aforementioned Order.
( The Summoning of the Beast )
As one contributor rightly said - to call The Beast the wickedest man in Britain if not the world when he was a contemporary of such paragons of virtue as Stalin and Hitler is really rather ridiculous and demonstrates a seriously strange sense of morality
There was a lot of quotes from The Beast himself. Seemed like he was never happier than when he was taking the piss out of the establishment in all its incarnations. He seemed far more like The Fool or the Court Jester than the Devil Incarnate. And then there’s the snark. There’s so much that you wouldn’t know where to start quoting
The inside cover of this book had a picture of him on a throne dressed in his ceremonial robes looking extremely fat and fugly presiding over some ritual sacrifice of a black cat and the image of a woman who escaped his evil clutches. He had a round moon face and an enormous pudgy nose and piggy eyes and looked exactly like the sort of monster that you would expect to find on the front page of “Der Sturmer”
Izzie was one of the very last people to leave the exhibition and just as we got to the stairs the curator handed over a copy of this blue book of The Legend as ‘a gift’
This was most appreciated indeed as the Izzie had already decided to be a good good serpent and to resist such delicious temptations. Thanks to the old toad, the days of indulging in such luxuries are over and must be resisted especially as nearly all this stuff is available for free online.
It must be an Omen