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'Lost and Found' - A Seemingly Dark Holiday Parable by Zeena

20/12/2022

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Originally published December 2011 for the Religion edition of Beatdom magazine:

'Lost and Found; A Sethian Fairy Tale' follows a divorced middle-aged father and struggling writer who's killing time during his most hated season of the year, Christmas. When a mysterious messenger delivers him a harsh message, one wonders if the whole thing isn't a dream...except there's a trinket left behind, with numeric symbolism.

While I never believe it's a good idea to explain meaning behind art, as that should be left up to the reader, viewer or listener, this parable might reach some gnostic and tantric initiates on varying levels of interpretation, depending on where one is on their spiritual journey.

May you have an Enlightening Dark Night of the Soul,
a Magical Modranecht and
an Auspicious Yule!
~Zeena
[Full story below]

Lost and Found
A Sethian Fairy Tale

So often, after the girls are off to sleep, I get this incredible urge to get out of the house. To get fresh air. To go for a walk. To want something. At first, I’d go for little walks at night. A walk around the block. Up and down the street. I’d have a sort of fear as I did this. Forced me to walk fast, pretending to be on my way somewhere, so I wouldn’t get hassled.

Then I started to walk a little longer each night. I’d bring a notebook with me. Write stories about where I might be going. Eventually my walks got longer and longer until I was walking the whole length of the city at night. As long as I kept that notebook out and kept writing, no one could figure me out. They’d leave me alone. Maybe ‘cause they thought I was a cop; I don’t know. Even though I was going through the worst neighborhoods unarmed I began to feel like I had control over the territory I covered. I paid attention to the tiniest details as I walked the streets; the smells, sounds, cracks on the sidewalk, babies crying, dishes being washed, guys beating up girls, pops in the distance. Got to the point where dudes on streets and everyone I started knowing along the way noticed my control too. Acted like I knew something they didn’t – and I did.

I’d walk and write. Stop, look around, Write. Listen. Write.

One night a man starts following me. I walk slower so he’d have to pass or confront me. His pace slowed down too. He’s on my heels. I mosey. He moseys. Now he’s right along side of me. He’s passing on the street side, closing me in against the building. What’s this cat think he’s trying? Peripheral view: Darkish figure, slight build, medium height, dark baggy clothing.

By now I’m writing in staccato notes, balancing my notebook as I go. Hoped he’d see I’m busy and just get a move on. It usually works. It’s not working. What’s happening? He don’t say a word.

Walk from 31st Avenue to 18th Avenue this way, in silence. Him pinning me in against the buildings. Every street we cross I’m thinking okay man that’s it - You go. Chicken race! Thirteen blocks then he crosses 18th Avenue and takes a turn away from me down the street. Ha! Chicken! Keep going straight ahead. Like I hadn’t noticed.

Give the walks a rest tonight. Kelly has a cold and goes to sleep early. Linda watches The Snowman on T.V. with me. The boy’s sinking into the melted snow, realizing there’s nothing left for him anymore of the snowman’s magical world. Except for the scarf that was his gift to him. Blaring holiday music and announcements for the next show kill the end credits’ music. Some shithead on a commercial shakes my little girl and me out of our teary enjoyment, “Time’s running OUT! Only a few days ‘til Christmas...Time’s running out!”

Whatever he’s advertising’s lost on me. All that penetrates my melancholy HO-HO-Holiday reverie is his manic: “Time’s running out! Time’s running out! Time’s running OUT!”

The next night I go out again. 31st Avenue. A little misty but no need for the umbrella yet. A little nervous until I get my pace going. No one walks this far down. 30th Avenue. Look around, all clear, nobody there this time - cross. Start writing again, get into the swing of the sounds. Right. Get into the senses again, get into it. A bus hisses past. Late-night burning oil of Chinese take-out. Creeping smoke from cheerless bars. The desolate one or two bulbs in an apartment building filled with worker-drones already asleep, maybe always asleep. 

Cross 29th. In a dumpster behind the laundromat a rat springs up, facing me off like a boxer. Hip hop flares past. Christmas lights in a window. Blinky lights. Blinkity-Blink. Blink. I blink and turn away to clear out those tracers. What’s that shadow? Duck back behind the schoolyard fence and get a safer look. Same height but I can’t be sure. Can’t freak myself out either. I can only see him from behind. Don’t take any chances. Fuck. What the fuck does he want? Just wait ‘til he’s gone and turn back. Blinkity-Blink. For four nights after that I took the same walk. Everything’s fine.

On the fifth night it happened. Same street, same man, same situation. Coming up behind me he’s doing the control thing again, just shadowing me close enough to make me edgy. It’s working, he senses it. Call his bluff - just stop. Walks right by. First good look I got at him.

Older and stockier than I imagined. Better looking though. Pick up the pace again. Control’s mine again - a little. Now I’m following him. Now he’s gotta worry whether I’ll catch up to him. But he’s not worried. I know he’s not. He’s just mind-fucking me.

Wait, he’s slowing down. What am I going to do now? Fucker thinks I’m scared? Fuck him then. 25th Avenue and I’m outta here. I turn left. Angry. I hate him

Why’d he have to spoil a perfectly good story? I’m going home.

Three nights later, out again. Christmas. Some fascist “womyn’s” Überlaw says mothers always get the kids for holidays. No matter how fucked up they are. No matter how much they ignore the kids the rest of the year. No matter how much you pay for the kids and have to watch them every time mom wants a new hairdo. Or has a new prick around the house. Or dyke-pal. Mothers always get the kids on holidays. 

So I’m on my walk again. And it’s cold. Raining. Open the umbrella. Too awkward to write and hold an umbrella. Forget the writing this time. Just walk and smell the rain. 

Couldn’t be. Walk faster. Sound of those taps getting faster again too. Man, ‘the fuck? What’s he want from me? Hold your breath. Get it over with. Just do it. Whatever it is he wants. Just get it over with. ​

“What are you writing about?”

Don’t answer. Ignore it. Walk faster. Those fuckin’ footsteps going faster.​

“What are you writing about, young man?”

Young man?! What th' fuck? He must be even older than I thought. Keep walking, steady - fast. Breathe. But pick up the pace, he's gainin'.

“Hey! I asked you a question.”

Shit! okay. Deep breath.

“What- Who, me?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m not writing nothing.”

“But you were and I hope it wasn’t about me.”

"No!"

What the fuck! Reaching for me - right at me! I can't move! My arms recoil.

"I said, I hope it wasn't about me."

He's shakin' my brains loose. Where the fuck's this old guy got the strength...? Everything's blurrin'. My eyes are rattlin'. My teeth are mashin' my tongue...he's smashin'...my head...against the building...

"N...n...no!"

I can't breathe with his face this close to mine.

“Because what I do and where I go is none of your business, even when you’re involved in it.”

“Oh.”

I wanna go home - bad. I’m stuck now. I'm sick, feel sick. My legs are giving out. That's it.

“Here’s something to encourage you to keep your mouth shut and your pen capped. And remember – Mind the time. Time's running out.”

He grimaced and slipped something in my pocket and let me loose. Turned right down 18th Avenue again and was gone faster than I knew what happened.

Me? About-face. Run home with Jell-O legs.​

Safe! Call the girls. My little angels. Calm myself. Do something normal. Wish them a Merry Christmas, "Who loves ya? Daddy loves ya."

They're fine. Didn't notice anything in my voice.

Check my pocket.

A watch.

A cheap watch.

A cheap, wet, busted watch.

A cheap watch stuck at 4:21.
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New General Info Page on Zeena's Website

13/3/2021

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FAQ General Info Letter To People Who Newly Discover Zeena based on outdated, last century interviews with her.

With so much misinformation, disinformation, conspiracies and outdated or vestigial sources saturating the so-called information highway of the Internet, there are always those who discover Zeena from very old interviews found online dating back to the 1980s during the "satanic panic" era in America. Because we get a bit tired of answering the same questions about what is easily found in a couple of seconds' web search, we've compiled a concise general info letter with facts about Zeena's personal and spiritual evolution and current status. For easy reference, this FAQ letter is now a permanent page within Zeena's website. We hope it helps to clarify some things. And if inspires you to unsubscribe, we're happy to have helped you to make that decision too and wish you all the best!
Kind regards
-Thomas M [webmaster]
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In 1990, Zeena left the Church of Satan, an organization within which she was raised and groomed to become its High Priestess and first public spokesperson. From 1985 to 1990, she publicly defend her father's organization at his request during the U.S. witch-hunt known as "the Satanic Panic" (a moral panic characterized by allegations of Satanic ritual abuse). Many at the time rhetorically asked Zeena why her father didn't confront his accusers himself. Strong philosophical, ethical and administrative differences grew between Zeena and her father, as well as parental jealousies surrounding renewed attention garnered for the church from the impact of Zeena's media appearances. The final straw precipitating her abdication was her father's threatening her life in the presence of a witness. After this ideological and familial breaking point, Zeena severed ties with her father, publicly exposing him and his organization as fraudulent and hypocritical. Her final ritual of severance from the Church of Satan, on Walpurgisnacht of 1990, sent shockwaves through the occult world that knew her as her father's strongest public defender up to that point. The event was referenced in a 1991 Rolling Stone article by Lawrence Wright who wrote, "Later I learned that earlier in the evening, LaVey's younger daughter had chosen this special day to renounce her father. 'I officially and ritually ended my positions as Church of Satan representative-defender and daughter of Anton LaVey,' Zeena declared in a letter." The ensuing character assassination, spin-doctoring, rumor mongering, and threats from her father's dwindling die-hard supporters continue to this day. Zeena is unfazed, describing LaVeyan Satanism as "Uptight Dark Triad personality disorder ninnies with cosplay and ritual fetishes."

​Since leaving the Church of Satan, Zeena also totally rejects, is not a part of, nor condones, any form of Satanism, or western occult trends such as Luciferianism, Crowleyism, Thelema, Chaos Magick, Theosophy, The Golden Dawn, Freemasons, Temple of Set, etc. Her reasons for this disavowal are due to her own life's experience witnessing how and why such pseudo-religious, occult or otherwise hierarchical esoteric groups and practices are not a viable route to freedom, liberation and enlightenment. Her first-hand experience in such groups proved they're just traps, often leading to worse manipulation, abuse, exploitation, mental and physical suffering and decay than conventional religions. Zeena teaches that oppressive religious or ideological zealotry can happen within any system and that the antidote to that is not to flip to the opposite extreme or competitor, in a reactionary maneuver. 

After leaving the Church of Satan, Zeena began practicing traditional Indian tantra* (*traditional Indian/Vedic tantra is not to be confused with the degraded Western forms of tantra, called neo-tantra and most often associated with sexual abuse and exploitation; that's not what traditional Indian tantra is.).[*Ref: Zeena's book "Demons of the Flesh", 2002, co-authored with Nikolas Schreck.]
Within the framework of traditional tantric spiritual practices, Zeena was initiated specifically into the Kali-Shakti practices. These practices led her to discover, evolve, and formally convert to Tibetan Buddhism, in the Drikung Kagyu, Karma Kagyu and Nyingma lineages.

As a yogini, Zeena has taken full Bodhisattva vows and completed the traditional Tibetan tantric Buddhist three year retreat training (i.e., initiation and practices which include Vajrayogini, the Six Yogas of Naropa and Mahamudra). She is an established religious teacher in the field of Mahayana and Vajrayana Buddhism and of Mahamudra and Karma yoga meditation. She teaches Buddhist philosophy and meditation techniques at the longest standing Buddhist center in Berlin, Germany (BGB) as well as giving lectures, seminars, workshops, instruction in ritual practices, private coaching, and spiritual counseling on these topics. She also takes regular retreats to deepen and master her ongoing practices.

In 2015, Zeena and her former husband Nikolas Schreck divorced, also ending their collaborative work, and they now live totally separate lives. However, Zeena chose to keep her married name stating that she would not reinstate her born surname (LaVey) "due to the heavy weight of negative karma that travels with it."

If one only knows her from her 20th century U.S. interviews while defending her father's religion during the heat of a national moral-fundamentalist hysteria, it's important to understand that Zeena was never against Christianity, or any religion. She was and is against ignorance and closed-mindedness  - including ignorant Satanists and closed-minded occultists. Zeena is apolitical and believes in freedom of religion, choice and lifestyle for everyone. She also feels that ones religion should be their own private business just as politics, sexual orientation or any other personal preferences should be. So, whatever her religion is - or has been - it should not be confused with her profession and career which is that of artist, musician and writer.
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For more about Zeena's disavowal of Satanism and her life in the last 30+ years, please refer to these links:

Wiki page http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeena_Schreck

Zeena's Teachings Page: ​https://www.zeenaschreck.com/teachings.html

​Blog: https://www.zeenaschreck.com/blog

Interview for VICE magazine describing her rejection of Satanism http://www.vice.com/read/beelzebubs-daughter-0000175-v19n4

Zeena's YouTube Channel with recent interviews: http://www.youtube.com/user/ZeenaSchreckOfficial

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[Last updated: 13 March, 2021]
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Countdown to Halloween: Theme-oriented Re-posts from Zeena

24/10/2020

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In the run-up to Halloween, we're re-posting some of Zeena's past Samhain-specific articles and vintage pictures. This first installment is from Zeena's VICE Magazine column titled, "Halloween in a Satanic Household"

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To the article:
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"As I write this, I'm already decked out in orange and black apparel in preparation for the most wonderful holiday of the year. I'm happy Berlin's finally caught up to the joys of that kooky American custom Samhain, because for the first quarter century of my life, back when I was the devil's defender, Halloween wasn't the fun and merriment it was for many others.

Statistically, crime rates rise on Halloween night, so you can imagine the kind of mayhem the HQ of the Church of Satan—a black house centered in one of San Francisco's most conservative, pastel-lined districts—invited upon itself. Early 70s San Francisco was hit by a steep spike in the crime rate, with a special twist of Barbary Coast weirdness added by such local lunatics as the Zodiac Killer, who brought fear into the city even when it wasn't Halloween.
My parents didn't allow my friends to visit our house—my daily routine consisted of coming home from school, checking in for headcount, immediately escaping to a friend's house or going out alone to play, then reporting back for dinner at our kitchen's grim mess hall before bed check.


You might expect that this drill would be different on Halloween in the most celebrated Satanic household of the 70s, but Halloween was the same old same old. Rituals were only held for the rubes—no special ceremonies necessary for family, who were all a part of Chez LaVey's mitt-camp (criminal fortune-telling rings of the carnival). We didn't spend Halloween celebrating spooky self-indulgence. We spent the harrowing night warding off the many thrill seekers who picked our infamous dwelling as the perfect target-practice for Halloween vandalism. It was bad enough this was a problem every night of the year, but on Halloween it was guaranteed that maniacs would use our house for even more imaginative drive-bys.
Like a Dickensian feral child, I always found other neighborhood kids whose parents let me tag along on Halloween nights, to make sure I was safe.
When I was eight years old, I thought I had my Halloween strategy all worked out. One of my best friends, Frankie, a Chinese boy with a Siamese cat named Mamacita, persuaded his father to take us trick-or-treating. Frankie would dress as Batman, and I would dress as Catwoman. We spent weeks preparing for Halloween, ardently studying Batman reruns, learning our lines, staging dress rehearsals, and getting all our gear in order for the big day.


Frankie and I had a lot of adventures together, encouraging each other into mischief. One day when I showed up for our Halloween training, Frankie was particularly excited about something. In hushed tones, he said he had something to show me. We went into his parents' room, and as he pulled a cardboard box from under his father's bed, he enthusiastically told me, “I found a Q-U-I and other cool magazines! You won't believe it!”
What the hell is he talking about? “What's a Q-U-I?” I asked.
“You know,” he said, “magazines for men!”
Oh! Just as my eye landed on the title, it hit me, “You mean Oui! Sure, I know Oui. My father's got tons those kinds of magazines.” (Frankie misread the title of the October '72 premiere issue as beginning with a “Q.”)
Okay. So soft-core porn was a big news to Frankie, but it was small potatoes to me, considering I belonged to a family who first come to prominence having salacious rites covered in porn rags. Cute, I thought. But let's get back to Batman. So we didn't give it much more thought about the magazines... until the big day.
Halloween night 1972: I methodically got all decked out in my sexy hand-me-down black leotard, tights and turtleneck sweater. Applied my whiskers, tail, and cat ears. Added some Julie Newmar eyebrow pencil and super sneaky-silent ballet slippers for paws.
Every good little ghoul knew it was bad luck to begin trick-or-treating before sundown. But by 5 PM, I couldn't contain myself any longer. I bolted out of that black house like a cat out of hell. Pillowcase in hand, I charged over to the corner grocery store where Frankie lived in the upstairs flat. After a while, I banged impatiently on his door. I could hear Frankie padding down the stairs. 
Good! I thought. Now we're getting somewhere!

When Frankie opened the door, NOT in Batcostume, my heart sank. What happened? Frankie simply said, “I can't go with you tonight. My father found out about the Q-U-I,” and then shut the door.
To keep San Francisco safe, Catwoman prowled the darkened streets without the Caped Crusader. I spent a very scary couple of hours stalking the avenues alone, ardently fulfilling my Halloween vow: Give me trick-or-treat or give me death.
That Halloween night abruptly came to an end when I knew I'd gone to the wrong house. I ascended the stairwell to a flat absent of festive Halloween decorations, but took my chances ringing the bell in pursuit of one last Snickers bar or pack of Fizzies. The creepy, disheveled occupant looked at me like a trap-door spider looking at its prey.
He grinned with an unfriendly smile and said, “What do you want?”
Immediately, I realized I'd come to the wrong door. I made something up about confusing the house with my friend's and pivoted to leave. But he grabbed my arm and said, “That's okay, I don't have any candy, but you can come in, and I'm sure I can find something.” In a nanosecond, the survival fear-reflex propelled me down the stairs and straight home.
Just one of many close calls in my life. But as you can see by the photo of the booty I plundered, my rat Orwell was happy I returned home safely.
After renouncing Satanism in 1990, in favor of sharing life with more considerate and generous entities, I'm freed up to fully enjoy Halloween as I never could when I served in defense of an ungrateful devil." --Zeena Schreck
Posted to VICE magazine website on October 26, 2013, 3:00pm at: 
https://www.vice.com/en/article/4w7dg3/halloween-in-a-satanic-household

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FOR BLACK FRIDAY: THE BEST BLACK XMAS GIFT !!

27/11/2015

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The last 23 copies of the limited first edition of The Zaum of Zeena sold out within 48 hours of going online!  A fantastic turnout of support for Zeena's work! Because so many people continued ordering after the close of sales for the 1st edition and petitioned for a 2nd edition, we now have word from the publisher HEINZFELLER NILEISIST that a 2nd edition of The Zaum of Zeena is on its way!
If you missed out on the first edition, you can pre-order on this site NOW for the 2nd edition which will be ready in approx. 2 wks. Ordering inquiries should be sent to [email protected].
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Buy online now: The Zaum of Zeena - Limited 1st edition fine art zine, only 23 left

23/11/2015

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The Zaum of Zeena is now available on this site!
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photos by Frank Haines and David Batan
A Collection of Interviews, Essays,
Quotes and Images
by
Zeena Schreck
Edited by Frank Haines
Published by HEINZFELLER NILEISIST
New Review of The Zaum of Zeena 
by Luca Piccolo below in this post.

[La versione in lingua italiana di questa recensione si trova sotto il testo in inglese.]
This fine art zine was presented especially for the 10th annual
NY Art Book Fair 2015, at MOMA/PS1, Sept. 17-20, 2015
From the original Premiere Limited Edition of 50 -
Only 23 copies are left of the original first printing.  
For Order Options with autograph GO TO SHOP PAGE HERE
New Review of The Zaum of Zeena 
by Luca Piccolo:

[La versione in lingua italiana di questa recensione si trova sotto il testo in inglese.]
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The Zaum of Zeena, published by Frank Haines in 2015, is presented as a "collection of Interview, Essay, Quotes and Images" of the artist Zeena Schreck. Interviews closely analyze the most interesting aspects of the life, the thought and the philosophy that always accompanies Zeena. As is written in the first pages of this volume, "her art, like her music, is best understood as a non-verbal trans-rational branch of her spiritual teaching"; the best way to understand this is to read this text. In fact, Zeena's art is the main issue covered in the first interview presented in this volume, which happens to be my own interview with Zeena originally published in WSF (online art journal).
This is followed by excerpts from the interview with the author Konstantinos that focuses on exploring spirituality and the magical path of this artist. A theme which is then expanded upon in a different way in the wonderful interview with Che Chetty (for the School of Religion, Philosophy and Classics, University of Kwazulu Natal, South Africa), where certain aspects of Tantra are analyzed and investigated. In this series of questions and answers we see two alternating fronts: the accademic vs. the practical knowledge.
The interview by Maxime Lachaud, drops us completely into the musical dimension of the artist, and investigates mainly the work that Zeena made with recordings for Radio Werewolf. Also relevant to her work during Radio Werewolf is an extract from "Mythos Wewelsburg: Fakten und Legenden" by Daniele Siepe, in which the artist explaines the reason for a particular position/asana she takes in a scene from her Video Werewolf film "Germany: The Theory of Ruins" (1992). Both of these interviews make us reflect on the meticulousness that the artist uses for the realization of every single opera. With this in mind, it spontaneously came to me how the composition of this volume was not at all left to chance.
Also included in this collection are two writings by Zeena originally published in the Beatdom Magazine # 11 (referring to "Liberation under the Snow Moon," the story of a salvific mission to free captive wolves from a fur farm) and Vice Magazine ("A Tale of Two Birds and Tantric Meditation ").
All the interviews are linked together through a series of quotes and images, which greatly augment the value of the text and make for a most pleasant and smooth reading experience. Between the lines we also see beauty and clarity: perhaps the two most emotionally engaging effects of this pubblication.
This is a text that gives to the general public the opportunity to open up to the understanding of Zeena Schreck and her art. It is certainly a must read by anyone interested in the spiritual and artistic aspects of Zeena. But also for those who have only a marginal interest in these topics, it is still a treat.

--Luca Piccolo
2015 Naples, Italy

The Zaum of Zeena, editato da Frank Haines nel 2015, si presenta come una “collection of Interview, Essay, Quotes and Images” dell’artista Zeena Schreck. Le interviste analizzano da vicino gli aspetti più interessanti della vita, del pensiero e della filosofia che accompagna Zeena da sempre.
Come appare scritto nelle prime pagine di questo volume “her art, like her music, is best understood as a non-verbal trans-rational branch of her spiritual teaching”; il miglior modo per comprenderlo è leggere questo testo. È infatti l’arte di Zeena la tematica principalmente trattata nella prima intervista, quella di Luca Piccolo.
Seguono poi alcuni estratti dall’intervista con l’autore Konstantinos che fa convergere le proprie domande su questioni che indagano la spiritualità e il percorso magico dell’artista. Tematica che poi verrà sviluppata in un altro modo nella stupenda intervista con Che Chetty (for the School of Religion, Philosophy and Classics, University of Kwazulu Natal, South Africa), dove sono invece analizzati e indagati alcuni aspetti del Tantra, in questa serie di domande e risposte vediamo alternarsi due fronti: quello accademico e quello della conoscenza pratica.
L’intervista di Maxime Lachaud, ci cala completamente nella dimensione musicale dell’artista, e indaga principalmente il lavoro che Zeena ha compiuto con le registrazioni di Radio Werewolf; così come nell’estratto da “Mythos Wewelsburg: Fakten und Legenden” di Daniele Siepe, viene spiegata una posizione/asana che l’artista assume in una scena di “Germania: The theory of Ruins” (1992), from Video Werewolf film. Entrambe le interviste ci fanno riflettere sulla meticolosità che l’artista utilizza per la realizzazione di ogni sua singola Opera. Tenendo presente ciò, sorge spontaneo il pensiero che anche la composizione di questo volume non sia affatto stata affidata al caso.
Sono inoltre inclusi in questa raccolta due scritti della stessa Zeena già pubblicati su Beatdom Magazine # 11 (parliamo di “Liberation under the Snow Moon”, racconto di un’azione salvifica per liberare alcuni lupi) e su Vice Magazine (“A Tale of Two Birds and Tantric Meditation”).
Le citazioni e le immagini che compongono quest’opera fanno da anello di congiunzione tra tutte le interviste, e aumentano notevolmente il valore del testo, oltre a renderlo ancora più piacevole e scorrevole. Tra le pagine vediamo quindi affiancarsi la bellezza e la chiarezza: forse i due elementi emotivamente più coinvolgenti dell’opera.
È questo un testo che dà al grande pubblico la possibilità di aprirsi alla comprensione di Zeena Schreck e della sua Arte. Va indubbiamente letto da chiunque abbia interesse per il percorso spirituale e artistico di Zeena, ma anche, da chi ha solo un interesse marginale per le tematiche trattate.  ​
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Zeena's Art & Writings This weekend at NY Art Book Fair

16/9/2015

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NEW BOOK  RELEASE THIS WEEKEND AT 
THE NY ART BOOK FAIR: 

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The Zaum of Zeena 
A Collection of Interviews, Essays, 
Quotes and Images
by
Zeena Schreck
Edited by Frank Haines
Published by HEINZFELLER NILEISIST

This Premiere Limited Edition of 50 
is presented especially for the 10th annual 
NY Art Book Fair 2015, at MOMA/PS1
Sept. 17-20, 2015
Premiere edition is $9, available exclusively at the
HEINZFELLER NILEISIST booth -
Table A21, in the Zine & Small Press Tent. 
(Look for the large grid altar structure that should be noticeable upon entering the tent.)

If you are in NYC this weekend stop by, get your copy!

A more detailed description is in today's Daily Offbeat.

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Heinzfeller Nileisist: " 'Retribution' 1991, Oil and canvas on board by Zeena Schreck. Zeena made this painting after her pilgrimage to Countess Elizabeth Báthory's Čachtice Castle in Slovakia . Zeena and I are debuting a booklet at the NYABF15 titled ZAUM OF ZEENA. It will contain her writing and select interviews alongside many of her never before seen drawings and photographs.
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Commencing countdown, engines on...

8/3/2015

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We're happy to announce the launch of the new ZEENA Art webpage and blog. 

ZEENA Art is the only authorized blog focusing exclusively on the artwork, and mysticism of Zeena Schreck. Her artwork and writings stem from lifetime experience within magical, pagan, shamanistic, and tantric traditions. Here, we will focus exclusively on Zeena's art, music, writings and news of coming events and seminars, including upcoming teaching dates. 

For Zeena's backstory and archival material, please refer to the Zeena Schreck Wikipedia listing.

We'll continue to manage and post to Zeena's official Facebook page, But because Facebook's reach is so unreliable, we recommend subscribing to this blog, to be sure you get all of our posts.

We thank all of you who have been following Zeena's work through her official website, Facebook page and YouTube Channel, and we hope you enjoy this new addition to the Zeena media magic!

All best wishes from Zeena and the ZEENA Art admins, Thomas and Mike.
-Om Mani Padme Hum-
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