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Decline is also a form of voluptuousness, just like growth. Autumn is just as sensual as springtime. There is as much greatness in dying as in procreation.
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Iwan Goll
Here lies the lost souls who cling to the decaying beauty of Decadent literature and poetry. A g…more
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Here lies the lost souls who cling to the decaying beauty of Decadent literature and poetry. A group for appreciators of pessimistic literature that celibates despair, perversity and death. I am no connoisseur of Decadence having being slowly lead here by a trail of that has taken me through the entropic wastelands of the new wave into the cosmic void of horror and back into the forgotten places of the ghost story tradition... So pull up a seat in this decrepit café with other poets and lost souls and discuss decadent literature and poetry and history with the unlike-minded