El Qará
@timesnomad.bsky.social
Poet, writer, dark lord, shamanic witcher.
Ancient and medieval culture and literature, alchemy, Baroque music, classic horror literature, and much more.
I’m not retro, I’m ancient.
Here. Posting my poetry texts on Hannibal mostly (+a bit of visual). And some thoughts.
November 12, 2025 at 6:33 AM
Here. Posting my poetry texts on Hannibal mostly (+a bit of visual). And some thoughts.
with torches to rescue you from me — you yourself will raise the knife. Not against me. For me.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
with torches to rescue you from me — you yourself will raise the knife. Not against me. For me.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
But he waited for you in the shadow, knowing you would one day grow weary of their sour bread and hunger for truth — crimson. Pure.
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
But he waited for you in the shadow, knowing you would one day grow weary of their sour bread and hunger for truth — crimson. Pure.
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
I am only the chisel — the tool by which your demon carves itself from the raw stone.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
I am only the chisel — the tool by which your demon carves itself from the raw stone.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
and rage against your sharpened hearing. You are the stone the builders rejected — rough, cracked, smelling of silt. The cornerstone diamond. I laid you at the base of our temple.
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
and rage against your sharpened hearing. You are the stone the builders rejected — rough, cracked, smelling of silt. The cornerstone diamond. I laid you at the base of our temple.
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
so at last one may become oneself. Our lineage is by election, not by blood. Our family flaw — clarity.
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
so at last one may become oneself. Our lineage is by election, not by blood. Our family flaw — clarity.
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
...ad perfectionem
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
November 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM
...ad perfectionem
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
with torches to rescue you from me — you yourself will raise the knife. Not against me. For me.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
November 10, 2025 at 5:45 AM
with torches to rescue you from me — you yourself will raise the knife. Not against me. For me.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
And in that moment you will understand: I was never the devil luring you from paradise, but a god who descended into hell to find, in its ashes, an equal.
Now look. Look into me — forever.
But he waited for you in the shadow, knowing you would one day grow weary of their sour bread and hunger for truth — crimson. Pure.
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
November 10, 2025 at 5:45 AM
But he waited for you in the shadow, knowing you would one day grow weary of their sour bread and hunger for truth — crimson. Pure.
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
So take this gift. Embrace your fall as the words of Apollo on holy vengeance. We do not flee. We will build our altar upon the crime scene itself. And when they come
I am only the chisel — the tool by which your demon carves itself from the raw stone.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
November 10, 2025 at 5:45 AM
I am only the chisel — the tool by which your demon carves itself from the raw stone.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
You prayed for light, and it rose from the murky marshes of your nature. Your sun is black. And it is rising.
You sought a savior among the pale walls of hospitals, in the comforts of fools.
and rage against your sharpened hearing. You are the stone the builders rejected — rough, cracked, smelling of silt. The cornerstone diamond. I laid you at the base of our temple.
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
November 10, 2025 at 5:45 AM
and rage against your sharpened hearing. You are the stone the builders rejected — rough, cracked, smelling of silt. The cornerstone diamond. I laid you at the base of our temple.
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
You thought me your tormentor? Is the sculptor a tormentor of marble when he chisels away all that is not the statue?
so at last one may become oneself. Our lineage is by election, not by blood. Our family flaw — clarity.
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
November 10, 2025 at 5:45 AM
so at last one may become oneself. Our lineage is by election, not by blood. Our family flaw — clarity.
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
You fled from it, like Orestes from the Erinyes, into the labyrinth of your own compassion. But your Furies live in the tremor of your hands, in how you scent death like a hound,
...ad perfectionem
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
November 10, 2025 at 5:45 AM
...ad perfectionem
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
(in Hannibal Lecter’s voice)
Do not name it so. That sickness lovers swear by is frail as their flesh, dull as their conscience. What I bring you is no flower — it is the curse of the House of the Atreidae: where father slays daughter, wife murders husband, son kills mother —
Made another #Hannibal collage-wallpaper, this time for my iPhone. Feel free to use if you want.
#hannigram
#hannigram
November 8, 2025 at 5:07 PM
Made another #Hannibal collage-wallpaper, this time for my iPhone. Feel free to use if you want.
#hannigram
#hannigram
That's incredible. 🖤
November 7, 2025 at 8:55 PM
That's incredible. 🖤
not saying you're sure I would have also made a brilliant cannibal.»
And we laughed. We both have a bit of a dark sense of humor.
And we laughed. We both have a bit of a dark sense of humor.
November 6, 2025 at 6:18 PM
not saying you're sure I would have also made a brilliant cannibal.»
And we laughed. We both have a bit of a dark sense of humor.
And we laughed. We both have a bit of a dark sense of humor.
you would have also made a brilliant surgeon.»
I couldn't help myself and asked, smiling: «Like Hannibal Lecter?»
«With your knowledge and the way you feel art... why not?»
I said: «Thank you for
I couldn't help myself and asked, smiling: «Like Hannibal Lecter?»
«With your knowledge and the way you feel art... why not?»
I said: «Thank you for
November 6, 2025 at 6:18 PM
you would have also made a brilliant surgeon.»
I couldn't help myself and asked, smiling: «Like Hannibal Lecter?»
«With your knowledge and the way you feel art... why not?»
I said: «Thank you for
I couldn't help myself and asked, smiling: «Like Hannibal Lecter?»
«With your knowledge and the way you feel art... why not?»
I said: «Thank you for
«For someone who didn't go to medical school, you have an incredibly good understanding of psychiatry. It's a real pity you didn't study it, by the way. It's a loss for medicine.»
He added: «I'm absolutely sure that with your inclinations and abilities,
He added: «I'm absolutely sure that with your inclinations and abilities,
November 6, 2025 at 6:18 PM
«For someone who didn't go to medical school, you have an incredibly good understanding of psychiatry. It's a real pity you didn't study it, by the way. It's a loss for medicine.»
He added: «I'm absolutely sure that with your inclinations and abilities,
He added: «I'm absolutely sure that with your inclinations and abilities,
November 6, 2025 at 1:35 PM